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Happy Birthday Ott!!!!!

post #1 of 18
Thread Starter 
Happy Birthday to a Premium kind of guy!
To celebrate, I offer a link to the premium article, from the supporter area.
Sigi Story, No One, by Ott Gangl

Thank you for sharing your wonderful adventures, that leave us all begging for more............:
post #2 of 18
Thread Starter 
It has been suggested that we include the Story which is linked above, so that all can share in the adventure.
Here it is in its entirety. If you'd like to read more of Otts sigi stories, they can be found in the Premium Article section of the Supporter Lounge(as stated above)

Quote:
Originally Posted by AC View Post
Sigi Story
By Ott Gangl -- (c) copyrighted article
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Ott Gangl is retired as a PSIA Level-3 ski instructor after 25 years of teaching four times a week. He was a photojournalist for 35 years and his web site ( http://home.neo.rr.com/ottmar ) displays many of the classic images he has captured on film.

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During and after WW-II I lived in a little village in Bavaria where our skiing consisted of hiking or more often hitching a ride up a winding road either on or behind a vehicle, milk tractor, bus, truck, etc. to the top of the hill.
This town had several dozen boys and girls in the 14-18 year range who loved to ski in the
winter, mostly on the weekends and during school vacations, but toward Spring, when the
days were longer we could even get some runs after school let out a 2 p.m.

Also, some of the most romantic trips, cross-counntry fashion, were in the moonlit evenings and nights, with the snow glistening like diamonds, making a sound unique to cold, untracked snow being compressed under the sliding skis.

Boys and girls would sometimes laugh and chat and then we would break out into a vista
which only drew silence. All the boys looked manly in the moonlight and all the girls were
beautiful.

And then there was Sigi.

Sigi was the most adored, loved and envied girl in town, beautiful, tall, slim, with a shock of long blond hair often worn in a thick braid that reached down to her much admired, mmm-behind, and when she would throw her head around with this big smile on her face, eyes twinkling, you expected the braid to crack like a whip. All the boys loved her, the girls envied her, but generally everyone adored her because she unconditionally liked everyone.

Sigi was also the best skier in this bunch, by a longshot. Once a weekend we would all
assemble on top of the hill which had about an 800 ft. drop if you wanted to traverse back to the road and about another couple hundred to the valley from where you had to walk out. There were many ways down, mostly on farmers fields and meadow where the only
obstacles were occasional barbed wire fences, and when the snow wasn’t deep enough you had to ski through the open gates, or as we sometimes did, build a snow ramp on several places over the fence. A forest of pines and hardwood mix could be skied to the
valley.

The reason for this assembly was the fox chase. I don’t want to call it a hunt because a hunt has the death of the fox at it’s end while ours was rewarded by getting to be the fox next time for the hunter who brings the fox down. All was well and good until one weekend when Sigi caught the fox and was going to be IT the following weekend. Midweek after school we were told that the girls were not going to participate because Sigi was going to reward the hunter who brings her down with a KISS....

Oh my, there was a lot of waxing going on, some boys formed alliances of how to sabotage others and all kind of other shenanigans. And who can count the wet dreams by teenaged boys who have longed for a touch or a kiss from Sigi. Heaven....

The rest of the girls strangely seemed to put their heads together with Sigi and giggling a
lot.

The day finally came, it was bright and sunny and warm and Sigi came with her hair braided and a lot of varied colored ribbons woven into it, a red ski suit with the front zipper of the jacket just down enough to reveal her skin down to just a peek of her bra, oh, what a thrill...the anticipation of that kiss...

She started off across the meadows toward the woods and the rules were that we couldn’t
start the chase until she disappeared in the trees a couple hundred yards away. It was flat on top and the snow was pretty tracked up so we couldn’t really follow her tracks and we wouldn’t go too fast because the fox would sometimes hide and wait until everybody was past and fool us by arriving after everybody was down and then the fox would get to be the fox again next week.

Sigi took off and partway to the woods yanked a ribbon from her braid and dropped it, then she disappeared into the trees.

We spread out and I started down somewhat left of the crowd and hoped to find Sigi
hiding behind a bushy pine when I saw a colored ribbon on a branch which she had in her hair and hung out as a clue. I made slow sweeping turns looking left and right, I saw
another ribbon, then another and my heart was pounding and I was salivating in anticipation of that kiss and how lucky I was that it was ME ALONE who had picked up her trace....

I followed another ribbon and then I saw it, her red parka flung over a high branch on a tree. I remembered her partially opened zipper and that Sigi was not wearing a sweater. I was sure she was just waiting for me around a tree. I was getting really excited, I mean REALLY EXCITED.

A couple more turns and there was something white on a branch, her bra! She was topless! And now I lost it, after a couple of shudders my excitement left me, I picked up the bra and skied the short distance to the bottom to join the rest of the boys.

And there was Sigi, still wearing her red jacket, with all her ribbons in her hair and with all the other girls around laughing their heads off, at me, I was sure...

As you may have guessed by now, the other girls earlier in the day had put ribbons on
branches all through the woods, red jackets on trees and bras on branches just before the
clearing in the valley.

And every other boy had gone through the same hopes and anticipation that I had, AND NO ONE GOT THE KISS.

I never knew before that you could hate someone so intensely, someone whom you loved
so much.

But not for long....

....Ott

[ September 07, 2002, 08:01 PM: Message edited by: AC ]
post #3 of 18
Happy birthday to Ott, and many more.
post #4 of 18
I wrote a little ditty for your birthday...

From Ott to the Memory of Sigi:

If I were a mountain
and you were the sea
I'd melt all my snow
so we could be free
mingling my snow
with your endless tide...
me within you
and you within me.

Happy Birthday, Ott.:
post #5 of 18
Quote:
Originally Posted by Bonni View Post
I wrote a little ditty for your birthday...

From Ott to the Memory of Sigi:

If I were a mountain
and you were the sea
I'd melt all my snow
so we could be free
mingling my snow
with your endless tide...
me within you
and you within me.

Happy Birthday, Ott.:
Gosh, I can't compete with that. :

Happy birthday Ott. Keep on swingin'
post #6 of 18
followed another ribbon and then I saw it, her red parka flung over a high branch on a tree. I remembered her partially opened zipper and that Sigi was not wearing a sweater. I was sure she was just waiting for me around a tree. I was getting really excited, I mean REALLY EXCITED.

"A couple more turns and there was something white on a branch, her bra! She was topless! And now I lost it, after a couple of shudders my excitement left me, I picked up the bra and skied the short distance to the bottom to join the rest of the boys."

So was this the world's FIRST Panty Tree?

Did you ever get her in her birthday suit?

Happy Birthday!
post #7 of 18
I can't compete with Bonni's poem either.

So I guess a simple Happy Birthday, will have to do. If you have half as good a day as you have given us with your Sigi stories (amongst other things), you'll have a damn fine day. And, I hope, many more.
post #8 of 18
Thank you guys and girls, 76 isn't that bad, actually it is pretty good considering that in a thread here in 2002 I commented that the event of the shaped skis will give me another five years of skiing. Well it's six years and I haven't seen any decline in my skiing skills. But there have been declines in other skiing related areas.

Bonni, I loved your poem, thanks.

I had a reunion with a dozen old time skiers, ex patrollers and instructors, the occasion was the 50th anniversary of the Akron Ski Club dinner and dance, lots of old slides shown.

I took the occasion to find out who still skied, who quit and why, and of those who still skied, what is different now from before. Maybe I will start a new thread on that in one of the other forums, general skiing maybe.

Otherwise, I'm still with you, at least for the moment because I am on my second manhatten and the dinner guests haven't even arrived yet...

Cheers.....Ott
post #9 of 18
>>>Did you ever get her in her birthday suit?<<<

No, darn it, she married my best friend...

....Ott
post #10 of 18
Happy Birthday Ott.

DC
post #11 of 18
Ott,

Many Happy Returns

Mike
post #12 of 18
Happy Birthday Ott!

We appreciate you much more than that "Other Guy" on that "Other Site"!
Here's to another 10 on the new skis!
post #13 of 18
Happy Birthday Ott, many happy turns!
post #14 of 18
Ott, I read all of your Sigi stories today and they brought smiles to my face, you write very well. Manhattans are my Vail drink so when I'm up this weekend I'll have one and toast you. Enjoy yours this evening.
post #15 of 18
Make some new memories tonight, Ott.
post #16 of 18
Is that a hint, Bonni? Is it, is it???

....Ott
post #17 of 18
Happy Birthday Ott - hope to get to your age and be in your shape
post #18 of 18
I'm only saying that each day is an opportunity to throw your bra in the tree.

I threw mine away when the damned thing kept getting tangled aroung my belt!!!


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