Kiwi On The Loose

Well as promised heres a little bit of pig hunting ‘kiwi’ styles. It so just occurred to me how if this boar had been hunted in England how different this picture could have been ‘old chap, eh wot and all that’. This is so New Zealand.

This is in fact my old dad in his younger years. Not only has it done me good to look @ this picture from a ‘let’s celebrate kiwiana who am I perspective’, but also from the fact that this is my dad . Inside myself I have this welling up of, WOW! and it makes me realise whose I am, and where I came from genetically and geographically. I walk away from this computer straighter, a fuller chest, emotionally richer, and a little less beaten by life. This image oozes testosterone and freaken Brad Pitt, Richard Gere, Arney or Harrison Ford and all the stars AIN’T got nothing on this nor all the AllBlack Gods. AND he’s my DAD!

This is the real deal.

SO I wonder… how many kiwi Dads are there out there who look at the bullshit (excuse the French but they deserve it) on television, the movies, the eye candy men, the heroes in womens minds and inside they think………………….?

Well I am sure they actually don’t think a lot because society and all its bullpucky (such a descriptive kiwi word) has demeaned and reduced their acts of manhood, courage, adventure and valor into nothingness. Unless you have abs like the 300, (assisted by makeup I might add) or have the ear of the media your exploits mean NOTHING. You are a legend in your own mind. You sit in your lazyboy and remember when……when ……….and you die slowly inside, walk more stooped, drink more, talk less……….there is no voice or even an ear for the stories compared to the strength on the medias NEW heroes. The billboard breed.

I am so guilty of not being interested BUT when I look at this picture I need to be. I so need to be.

The silence of living in obscurity in your own mind is deafening, when they could have made a movie on your life……….and you replay it in your head and come up with the sad untruth that you were nothing special.

If it wasn’t pig hunting it may have been any number of things…………I want to go home and hug my Dad, sit at his feet while I can.

He’s a heroe and I am his son.

As to the pig story. That better be another Kiwi VagaBond post.

Here’s the challenge!

Have you really seen your Dad lately?

Have you really seen your Mum?…..your grandparents if you are so lucky?

Have you really seen anyone lately?

There’s a heroe…..music please….(any of the heroe songs……………just please not ‘I did it myyyyyyyy way’………. it’s too close to the Hollywood bull___t, ole’ blue eyes was a ganster)

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