STORM CHASES, SEAL HUNTERS

Driver

Comedian

Hunter

A Victorian afternoon like no other.  What started with a salmon and avocado roll and what ended with bucket loads of precipitation.

     “Are there seals here?”

     “Yeah”

     “What I have never seen a seal”

     “Are you for real, get in the car, seal rocks here we come”

Multiple fruit tingles as an energy source and we were off. Three different human beings go on a quest for a seal.

After the seal rocks binoculars greedily consumed six dollars worth of two-dollar coins our hopes of seeing a seal were quickly shattered.  Our faces that were earlier raped by the Victorian sun were soon to be wind burnt and hec the way the Victorian weather systems work lightning was hunting us down and following our quest. Apart from the monstrous storm creeping towards us we decided to lower our expectations and settle for the sight of a seal no longer with us.  

After a short stroll towards the infamous Right Point and the realization that Thursday the second of December was not a seal day we called an afternoon and afternoon. Despite the disappointment, soggy clothes and sunburn those afternoon hours were enjoyed by all parties.