fishwrong wrote:the divine test of good vs. evil.... Rock Kickers vs. Rock Stackers... The fate of humanity lies is within your boots...
Overall, I'd have to say that hiking is perhaps one the more benign sports, with primary divisions occurring at pack weight, (long) trail vs x-c, and of course, stacking vs kicking.
For comparison, simply look at some companion activities like fishing or boating. The rivalries and complaints generated by fishers, especially when there is a seasonal run, can be pretty amusing. Boating takes it to a different level, not only between the obvious differences between sailors and power, but divisions within those specific categories.
But the sporting activity that hands down takes the cake for constant, consistent aggression, conflict and anxiety is the one marketed with the most extreme "we are the world" sentimentality. Here's a story that encapsulates an overt reaction that used to occur in CA (and still does to some extent in HI):
I was the other white guy in that scenario once in Japan, the spared one. I think surfing culture in Taiwan has a lot of similarities with Southern Japan, and you done fuct up I believe. You will be lucky to ever surf there again I'd guess, at least for months. IMO guy who gets in the way is always in the wrong- you gotta have it a black and white rule. To give an older guy who is local stinkeye, in a different cultural zone is basically a trifecta of ruin. Live and learn. That could have been ugly, steer clear of there for a while. You showing right back up soon won't be a good thing for you.
My witness whitey get sent in in E. Asia story=
I was surfing an intensely regulated right pt on the Nichinan Coastline, Miyazaki prefecture. It's very rural, traditional, deep South Japan. I spent a couple years already cautiously working my way into the lineups of that amazing stretch of coast. Im out on a decent typhoon season swell, and to my surprise this Aussie guy paddles out. That was unusual in itself in that area, and I've never seen this guy anywhere surfing before. He paddles straight to the top of the point! I'm like, oh yeah, this will be good. I chat with him at some point, but take pains to very visibly appear to be meeting him for the first time. "Nice to meet you" said loud, clear, and slowly lol.
He's visiting from Osaka area, speaks good japanese, so I figure it's all good. I see him get dropped in on by the gray haired old guy, no surprise there. Im mostly staying clear of this new guy, but he paddles by me and says "what's that old censored problem"? I say, "He's the old dog around here, I steer clear". When he paddled back out to the point muttering "****, old fook..." I knew I may be about to see some ****. That old dog is basically the Shogun of the surfing tribe on the entire Southern Miyazaki coast, who runs the oldest surf shop in the area, Freedom Surfboards. You don't get any higher status than this guy.
Maybe, I should have warned the Aussie guy a little better, because not 30 seconds later I hear him screaming in some Osaka dialect/English mix up "fook off tp hell you old **** dog. Bastard censored.. ". I couldn't understand the rest but he was going for it. They grapple and the entire lineup clears- 20 or 30 guys- and surround the Aussie guy and the Shogun in a tight circle. Meanwhile i'm getting wave after wave in the suddenly fee lineup, scared out of my mind I'm next. Every single guy there formed a corridor and pressed the Aussie in. Aussie dude was scared shitless.
That was intense to see. I kept surfing VERY humbly for an hour, also scared shitless but not wanting to show fear... basically trying to demonstrate that I'm here to stay, If they'll have me that is. I was spared.
Before I knew who this old guy was I watched him regulate on land with similar flair once. He always had this pit type dog with him when I'd see him around. The dog was pretty scary looking. I was watching some small surf one afternoon, after driving an hour and a half (I lived pretty far from Nichinan area), resigned to the fact I may not be getting wet.
I see this guy's dog trotting on the beach, and a couple hundred yards behind I can just make out the Shogun. Right in front of me, the dog starts yapping at some japanese longboarder who's about to paddle out. The dog is acting aggressively, and darting in nipping at his leash or ankle, and dude is trying to keep him off with nose of his longboard. The dog won't let him move, and the guy gets sorta pissed and starts to kick at the dog. Out of the corner of my eye I see the Shogun start running from maybe 100 yards.
As he's charging in, the long boarder is totally focused on fending off this aggressive dog, unaware of this new danger. From about ten feet away shogun leaps at full sprint, and plants both his feet into the chest area of the long boarder. I can hear both his lungs empty, pneumatic blasting noise. He got the wind knocked out of him so bad he was just writhing as shogun screamed at him. Once he could breath he apologized, bowed wincing in pain from probably broken ribs , and went back to his car. So fukn heavy. If I had not seen that I would have had a bad run in with the Shogun at some point, absolutely. Total ruthless burner in the water to any outsider, especially foreign.