Leslie(nova scotia)
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From the land of the Bluenose.....as precise as the changing of the guards at Buckingham Palace Scottie arrived promptly at 8:30 a.m. He was dressed appropriately wearing dirty old sneakers with pants to match and unshaven with I in similar apparel but looking a tad more dashing in my "Kermit the Frog" green gum rubbers. Two Nova Scotian bouys on the prowl for a pair of older ladies. No cheaply clad young bust Elizabethans for these two debonair and suave gold diggers!
A quick stop at Tim's boosted our intestinal fortitude and calmed our nerves for the forth-coming close encounters.
Scottie cruised down the strip to a spot along the lazily flowing Stewiacke River where he had heard that a few classy ladies might be hanging out in a field to watch the "Tidal Bore" ( this where the ocean's tide rushes up the river in the oposite direction causing a sort of anti wave..notice the white line across the river) and hoping the ladies didn't find us so.<center><img src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b6cf39b3127cce8f1df818ec1d00000016108AcM2bhk4ZN2"></center>
Arriving at the designated field Scottie took the led strutting his White's MXT while frolicking from furrow to furrow. Then I strolled in slowly swinging my Garrett Freedom 3 Plus while doing the "Dodge the Cow Patty Two Step" and not very well I might add as I suddenly acquired a rather foul oderiferous fragance about my person which would undoubtably hinder my quest and cause the ladies to give me wide passage.
The first hour passed away painfully slow as neither of us made any progress in our pursuit. Then Suddenly to my left Scottie got down on one knee and coaxed a fine lady out of hiding. I then saw a minute misty cloud in his eyes and his complexion turn crimson immediately indicating that it was truely "love at first sight."<center><img src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b6cf39b3127cce8f1df93caca100000016108AcM2bhk4ZN2"></center>
Later on Scottie introduced me to his new heart throb, Queen Victoria of 1859. A grand old lady who, although up in years was still in great shape albeit camera shy allowing only her backside to be photographed.<center><img src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b6cf39b3127cce8f1df8056d3000000016108AcM2bhk4ZN2"></center>
Scottie being the fickle fellow that he is quickly dismissed her and sat her down on the trunk of his car to dry out and set off looking for yet another date whilst I continued my methodical meandering for that which eluded me.
After a score of failed passes that left me surrounded by undesirables<center><img src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b6cf39b3127cce8f1df81d6d2800000016108AcM2bhk4ZN2"></center> she crossed my path. Although her better years were far behind her some of her classic features remained which revived a renascence of joy while quelling a lustful longing deep within my soul.At first glance I could not determine her age but throughout the day I periodically took in her profile in various degrees of sunlight and caught a fleeting moment where I thought I could see 1830 in her lines. During my quests of the finer things in life I have encountered a few American Indians, Buffalo and Barbers but never from this land a lady of such distinction.<center><img src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b6cf39b3127cce8f1df8076d3200000016108AcM2bhk4ZN2"></center> Now this lady who was far from home was safe in my escort.
We then took our new found loves on a short scenic drive to a prestine and remote lock of the Shubenacadie Canal System to party and also to see if we could add to our harem.<center><img src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b6cf39b3127cce8f1dfef1ecf700000016108AcM2bhk4ZN2"></center>. Her it was all Scottie could do to muster a musketball to our collection.<center><img src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b6cf39b3127cce8f1df81aec1f00000016108AcM2bhk4ZN2"></center>
With work time looming it was back to the estate to get ready for the skulduggery that lay ahead. Scottie dropped me off and I entered my humble abode and introduced my new lady to Marie. Marie simply looked at me and with no malice answered, "Where did you dig that old thing up?"
A quick stop at Tim's boosted our intestinal fortitude and calmed our nerves for the forth-coming close encounters.
Scottie cruised down the strip to a spot along the lazily flowing Stewiacke River where he had heard that a few classy ladies might be hanging out in a field to watch the "Tidal Bore" ( this where the ocean's tide rushes up the river in the oposite direction causing a sort of anti wave..notice the white line across the river) and hoping the ladies didn't find us so.<center><img src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b6cf39b3127cce8f1df818ec1d00000016108AcM2bhk4ZN2"></center>
Arriving at the designated field Scottie took the led strutting his White's MXT while frolicking from furrow to furrow. Then I strolled in slowly swinging my Garrett Freedom 3 Plus while doing the "Dodge the Cow Patty Two Step" and not very well I might add as I suddenly acquired a rather foul oderiferous fragance about my person which would undoubtably hinder my quest and cause the ladies to give me wide passage.
The first hour passed away painfully slow as neither of us made any progress in our pursuit. Then Suddenly to my left Scottie got down on one knee and coaxed a fine lady out of hiding. I then saw a minute misty cloud in his eyes and his complexion turn crimson immediately indicating that it was truely "love at first sight."<center><img src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b6cf39b3127cce8f1df93caca100000016108AcM2bhk4ZN2"></center>
Later on Scottie introduced me to his new heart throb, Queen Victoria of 1859. A grand old lady who, although up in years was still in great shape albeit camera shy allowing only her backside to be photographed.<center><img src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b6cf39b3127cce8f1df8056d3000000016108AcM2bhk4ZN2"></center>
Scottie being the fickle fellow that he is quickly dismissed her and sat her down on the trunk of his car to dry out and set off looking for yet another date whilst I continued my methodical meandering for that which eluded me.
After a score of failed passes that left me surrounded by undesirables<center><img src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b6cf39b3127cce8f1df81d6d2800000016108AcM2bhk4ZN2"></center> she crossed my path. Although her better years were far behind her some of her classic features remained which revived a renascence of joy while quelling a lustful longing deep within my soul.At first glance I could not determine her age but throughout the day I periodically took in her profile in various degrees of sunlight and caught a fleeting moment where I thought I could see 1830 in her lines. During my quests of the finer things in life I have encountered a few American Indians, Buffalo and Barbers but never from this land a lady of such distinction.<center><img src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b6cf39b3127cce8f1df8076d3200000016108AcM2bhk4ZN2"></center> Now this lady who was far from home was safe in my escort.
We then took our new found loves on a short scenic drive to a prestine and remote lock of the Shubenacadie Canal System to party and also to see if we could add to our harem.<center><img src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b6cf39b3127cce8f1dfef1ecf700000016108AcM2bhk4ZN2"></center>. Her it was all Scottie could do to muster a musketball to our collection.<center><img src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b6cf39b3127cce8f1df81aec1f00000016108AcM2bhk4ZN2"></center>
With work time looming it was back to the estate to get ready for the skulduggery that lay ahead. Scottie dropped me off and I entered my humble abode and introduced my new lady to Marie. Marie simply looked at me and with no malice answered, "Where did you dig that old thing up?"
Good hunt!