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| Storms in the back country
by riqy at 5/20/2009 1:29:01 PM
Every time i see these dark clouds,and smell rain in the air,i remember being with my dad on gator hunts as a little boy.The rivers take you so far into the back country brackish water mangrove jungle where the gators live.
My dad was rugged outdoors man,not just some "sportsman" who does it for fun.He was a fishing guide,a moonshiner,and an alligator poacher for the illegal hide trade.He killed more gators than any man who ever lived.He was a legend..i`ve seen his name in various books while browsing in bookstores long after he died.
My memory goes back to about when i was about 4 years old,and the best times were when we were miles from civilization and a powerful storm was brewing and we had minimal cover.I felt so protected as my dad was a hell of a man.If we were going somewhere in one of his boats and it stated raining,i`d crawl up into the front of his T-shirt while he ran that little outboard wide open to get us out of the rain.
Wow i`d love to be in a place like that with a woman i have powerful feelings for.With the smell of rain at a distance and dark clouds gathering out over the bay,and a very powerful storm doing much more than threatening. With nothing but minimal cover..a lean-to,or a tiny tin roof shack.
I want to be a protector,and to have someone feel protected by me,because of all that confidence she has in me.I`m a very sensitive man with a strong passion for romance and love,and i know what it must mean to a woman to feel protected.I also have the makings of a rugged protector,as my fathers blood runs through my veins.
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