This is a picture of the Piankatank River from the public landing at Harcum. Although you can't see it from here, just to the left of this scene is a water view of Freeport, which is
If you double click or single click or just click however you want on the picture above, you'll get a better view (it's waaaaay out there in the water just about dead center of the arch formed by the tree) of a structure known as a duck blind.
Most of you probably know what they are, but for
In another lifetime long ago, I dated someone from a suburb of New York City. On a trip here, I pointed to a duck blind and jokingly asked if he knew what it was. He took a gander, furrowed his brow, and reflected on the possibilities. His dead-serious answer was, "It's a water buffalo."
The four posts holding up the blind appeared--to him--to be legs, and the bushy pine branches or whatever they use to camouflage the hut appeared to be buffalo-ish. Buffalo-like. Buffalo-ly. It looked like a buffalo.
Much to his chagrin, I died laughing at his very carefully thought out response. Never mind that water buffalo are not native to the Piankatank River, nor to the Tidewater area of Virginia, nor to Virginia, nor to the United States to the best of my knowledge.
To this day whenever I see a duck blind, I think of a water buffalo. Then I think about a thatched hut over the crystal clear waters of Bora Bora. And then I think of a water buffalo swimming out to the thatched hut over the clear waters of Bora Bora to attack me and there's no way out of the
p.s. I (seriously) am not someone who has panic attacks, but I play one on