Adventures of Ass Reaper

For the past few years I have been spending Labor Day weekend up at my friend Nick’s house with my fellow P.I.C. (partner in crime) RyGy. We spend the weekend playing on the lake, causing havoc to our hosts and corrupting any individuals that we can find. The holiday weekend is then followed by a few days camping on the Kern River, more specifically Peppermint Creek, were there are some nice natural pools, plenty of sunshine and an entire campground to ourselves… until this year.

Enter Ass Reaper; seen here overlooking his minion, in an undated photo.

RyGy and I are still trying to figure out who invited this guy; he showed up somewhere between Lake Clementine and the campground, some +300 miles of highway, started causing trouble and is one photo ham!

We first noticed Ass Reaper when we headed down to our favorite pool where he decided to perch up on our radio.

I think he took a liking to RyGy. We laughed thinking this dude was a cool new addition to our annual trip, but that only lasted for a few hours. I think he spent that time learning our routines, dislikes and conspiring with his cohorts. Yeah that’s right… I now know that this guy has all sorts of friends (demons) in high places.

The first time Ass Reaper struck me was after taking care of some personal business, I was attached by branch that left a scratch on my forehead. I would not have thought much about it, but in less than 24 hours, RyGy too was also attacked and received a scratch on his forehead. Coincidence… I think not!

See he looks so nice and innocent here, but when RyGy and I were playing disc golf, we both had our worst games. My arm and shoulder was so sore I could not throw straight or for any distance; not that wakesurfing had to do with my soreness/weakness.

Ass Reaper was also known to call up the smoke demons who caused chaos in our camp when trying to eat and relax!

He even tried to buddy up with my truck, but luckily I had protection… thanks Masa!

As the camping trip wound down Ass Reaper continued to rear his ugly head, but we were able to survive with no major injuries or mishaps… maybe just a bit of our pride!

But the story does not end there, oh no! Ass Reaper snuck aboard my truck. I found him shortly after getting home but I was fortunate to pawn him off to my brother. Shortly there after Ass Reaper was at it again this time causing my brother to trip and fall into a sliding glass door. The outcome: my brother cut his nose and stubbing his toe.

So let this be a lesson to you all, if you find a cute bottle of hot sauce at a country store, be afraid, very afraid!