In '96 I go up to Alaska on a Caribou hunt with an old high school buddy that moved to Eagle River right outta school.
He was VERY successul in business up there and always paid my way BIG TIME.
As per tradition we hit the bush company before the trip.
The usual hot Vegas chicks.
This night was one of those nights when it all clicked.
This petite bruenette by the name of "Paradise" had my number.
God she was hot.
Kind of like Debbie Dunning of the "Home Improvement" series.
The long hair surrounding me, the sensual smells and OMG the body.
I'll never forget that beauty working me over to the sounds of Def Leppard singing "Bringing On The Heartache"
MMMMMMMMMM.
Table dances, whiskey, More dances, VIP room, more whiskey, more dances.
MMMMMMMMMM.
It's gettin late, so I tell my buddy that it's about quitting time.
He says "yeah, but I gotta use the men's room" and dissapears for a while.
He returns and says "OK, let's go.
Just then two strippers grab me by each arm and walk me up on stage.
They lay me down on a bench and methodically strip me down to my underwear and take turns peeking at my junk.
The crowd rallies them on.
Music burning in my ears, a serious heat on and naked women groping my body.
It's all good.
THEN, they both start to vigoursly rub my chest hair into swirling knots, like a severly backlashed Shimano.
Days later, I'm still in pain as I try to untangle my chest hair.
He took care of me......Big Time.
We proceeded to have a great hunting trip and my mind kept drifting back to...Paradise.
Very Memorable indeed.