nowonmai wrote:You're welcome to that foreign weather. I'll stick with this kind of stuff thanks
That's actually quite attractive in its own way. The excitement of the morning shoot is something I've enjoyed tremendously in the past, both as gun and beater.
This joi de vivre is not always infectious. I remember after a car smash on the road between Glasgow and Ayr at about 0730 one bright crisp summer morning, I was standing on the highway embankment talking to emergency services on the rescue phone. The car is gouged into the buckled central retainer and bits of glass and plastic are strewn around. The highway is deserted. A Vitara full of happy muddy camo-clad fellows draws up, on their way home from the hunt.
Driver: "Hey pal, are you that dude from the Matrix?"
Me (wearing leather trenchcoat and shades, this is a Scottish summer after all) "Yes, but keep it to yourself otherwise everyone will want one."
Driver: "Fuck aye!" (gives me a hearty thumbs up and drives off amid a chorus of "Fuck aye"s from his passengers, never to be heard from again).
I suppose it is a mark of respect when folks see one in a potentially dire situation but sense one does not need rescuing. Much like when the Taiwan mountain cops drove right past without slowing down while I was standing bleeding and yelling invective at a nice family who had side-swiped my motorcycle off the road with their SUV right at the top of the highest peak in east Asia. "Well, both parties seem to have everything in order, nothing for us here." Quite right, actually... It was the subsequent night I could've used their help, what with sunstroke, hypothermia and a bust ankle combining with total understimation of the elements to provide a nice near-death experience.