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Cow Tipping
When I was young I was briefly enrolled in the preeminent paramilitary organization in the United States – The Boy Scouts of America. For a couple of years, I spent time gathering merit badges,...
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Los Muskaderos
I awoke to a cell phone alarm in the dark at 5am in a strange place on a uncomfortable mattress, I peered around a small room, everything tasted vaguely of tequila. I stared up at a ceiling fan, it...
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Punitive Hair
Getting to the Comarca de Guna Yala isn’t that difficult, if you’re loaded and can charter a plane. Sadly, we had to take the slow road – hours tearing across the poorly kept road that slices through...
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A Taco at the Edge of The Universe
A Baja 1000 chase truck had been my home for the last sixteen hours. It was eleven at night and we were driving on dirt roads in the desert somewhere. The air in the truck was half dust, and my ass and...
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A Den of Lies.
Fishermen are known liars, this is a fact. This is so true that when some one is telling a whopper, you may call it a “fish story”, a whopper is also a term for species of giant fish that mainly...
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Does a Kid Poop in the Woods?
We went for a quick relaxing camping trip last weekend. Well, actually we went on a donkey ride to hell punctuated with the occasional pleasant moment. So yeah…camping. We set off as we are prone to do...
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You’re Going the Wrong Way
Sometimes it's good to get lost on the road of life, or just a dirt road.
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Pier of Weirdness.
A while ago I tried to put together a fishing derby on a local pier where my fellow unemployed freelancers could stand around and drink a couple beers, do a little networking and maybe annoy some fish....
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Like Riding a Bike
“We should go mountain biking!” These are not words you’re likely to hear me say. My brother, on the other hand, utters all kinds of crazy nonsense, like, “You should try surfing!” or, “Let’s climb Mt...
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Fool Boat.
Our dad and “Mike the Stone Skipper” decided to go fishing for rock cod one chilly Spring morning in Santa Cruz. Most mornings in Santa Cruz are chilly, it could be July and everyone at the coffee shop...
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My friend Ben and I sat in the back of his parents’ van rattling along a dirt road winding through the Sierra Nevada mountains, loosely following a small stream. We pulled to a stop, opened the sliding...
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