Ya living in the wrong part of Australia. Here in Central Qld, the oceans are full of good looking single women of all ages, paddling and fishing out of yaks of all types. Why, Scotty Beefs and I must have counted dozens, no, hundreds, on our excusions. And they really go for blokes in yaks. Like I mean I am married so I just have to paddle fast and push em away with my landing net, but Scotty being single . . . .
Well, . . . .
Back to the truth. There were a heap of young ladies built like Amazon warriors on the river the other day as there was a rowing championship. Singles, doubles, 4s and 8s. They were very fast. Also many guys built like mountains of muscle.
Apart from those sporty types, I don't know any ladies who fish and yak (as in a kayak, not yak as on the phone!). Seems like most women think yakking is on another planet.
The other day when I triumphantly came home after doing my biggest ever open water crossing (4.5 km to Pelican Is), the conversation went something like this:
Me "Well, I did it! I am just stoked! My longest open water crossing!"
Wife: "Hummm, did you get to North Keppel?"
Me: (crushed, thinking, North Keppel is about 35 km round trip, how can I tell her I only did maybe 9 km). "Nah, not North Keppel, it was [mumble mumble]"
Wife: "That's nice dear, there's some garbage here to take downstairs and dinner is nearly ready."
Yes sir, yak fishing is still to catch on with the ladies.