So there I was, driving home from Squamish to Ridge and thought I would stop off at Fury Creek and see what it was all about. Turns out its a beautiful place to be. Seeing how I was just sightseeing and didn't bring my rods down I decided to get up and go.
On my Trek back to the car I noticed a blackberry bush with some big ready-to-pick blackberries. Being someone who loves these things free I began picking and eating from the closest branch, which soon ran out. As I scope the rest of the bush out I see lotssss of nice ones on the other side of the tree (did I mention this bush was beside a tree?). Starting to shimmy and maneuver myself over prickles, logs and brush I maintain eye contact with my next victims, mouth watering with soccer shorts and a Tee, unaware of the mistake I made.
Without realizing it I, the hunter, became the hunted. With all my infinite wisdom and foresight I did not foresee any reason why all other branches appeared to been picked at whilst this one, perfect, branch, looked like something you'd see in a Martha Stewart magazine.
Turns out the only accessible spot for a human to pick these berries lies a wasp nest right where ones feet would go. Now, I would be the host for that ones feet to be. That's right, I stepped right on a bunch of wasps that are pricks the best of times. At the same time I reach up and grab the first delicious blackberry and put it in my mouth all hell breaks lose on my legs. With my left hand now free and my right clenched with my Cellphone in hand I freak out and start swatting everything that stings with my phone only to drop it in the bushes I carefully arranged myself around and start running for freedom, not realizing the second mistake I made.
These bloody wasps chased me for a good 100 meters where I had a chance to reflect on the events that just took place. Having noticed I dropped my phone in the crap storm that is the bush I quickly hatched a plan. I went back to my car and took 2 reactin, then searched for every piece of clothing I had. I wound up wearing 1 pair of PJs, a pair of sweat pants, long sleeve shirt and jacket accompanied by a large towel for my head/neck area and started to descend upon the bush.
What happened next was rather anti-climatic. I searched, sweating my bag off, for 15 minutes, avoiding these now docile nest of wasps to find my phone next to the tree, 4ft away from the nest under the branch of hate and deliciousness.
Moral of the story is don't get greedy, or don't be a Numpty like me.
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Topic: My first look at Furry Creek. (Read 15939 times)