Are you a Lucky Skunk?
If you answer any of the following, then you, my friend, are a lucky skunk.
Is everyday a bluebird day?
Do people consider you to be average looking and yet your boyfriend/girlfriend is smoking hot?
Are you a lazy slack ass, and yet you get promoted ahead of people who clearly deserve it more?
Do you constantly win at casinos?
Can you shred for hours and yet still smell like a daisy?
Do you always get fresh tracks?
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Do you want to be a Lucky Skunk?
It’s not easy being a natural Lucky Skunk, but there are things that you can do to help yourself.
Smile – give everyone you see a friendly smile. Nothing creepy, but a genuine smile.
Engage – talk to random people in the line-up or on the chair. Stop and say hello to a fellow shredder who is taking a break on the hill. Ask the lift operator how his/her day is going and if they plan to shred later. Chances are you will find out more about the hill from locals than from some map.
Help – If you see someone who might need help then stop and ask. If you see a tourist in town looking at a map, then walk over and ask if you can point them to their destination.
Laugh – when you have a gnarly wipeout, let everyone know you are okay by laughing as loudly as possible. You’ll be amazed by how good you feel and by how many people you meet later on at après.
Always follow Shred + etiquette = Shrediquette. It’s rules to ride by. It’s the snowboarder’s cultural guidebook. See more here.
A recent Lucky Skunk Story
It was the first run of the new season, and I took a heading just past the temporary boundary. Blasting through deep powder near Franz's Chair (Whistler), I followed someone’s tracks into a small gully.
Out of nowhere a fluffy cotton-tailed bunny jumped in front of me causing me to turn hard and stall. Okay. I messed up and hit a rock.
It was then I found myself dangling over open water in a small creek.
I was worried. The powder was too deep and soft for me to take off my bindings, and there were signs of tree wells everywhere. My buddy was nowhere to be seen, and I was thinking about calling mountain patrol.
So here I am. In the shit. In deep shit.
When out of nowhere, another type of bunny shows up on the ledge above me. A very cute, blonde Whistler Bunny whom I had seen the night before at the Crystal lounge. She called and asked if I was okay? Sheepishly I said, “Yea…how embarrassing.”
Anyways, she had her full ‘back country’ gear with her in a little pink knapsack, and pulled out a rope. She tied it onto a tree and threw me the other end. It took me a while, but I pulled myself out and found myself thanking her profusely.
So, the rest of the day I boarded with my new friend as she took me on some secret stashes with amazing powder. We even ended up going for après together!
As a recap, “I snowboard into peril. I think this is the end. A beautiful snow-bunny saves me. We have drinks. I guess I am a lucky skunk!”