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OMP FOR LIFE
OMP...Old Man Power. Such a broad term. I mean broad as in wide, not your women. Hailing from Northwestern Ontario, I think about the OMP 's in my life when I was young and dumb.
...and they ran the gambit of race car drivers, woodsmen, salesman, postmen, mechanics and teachers. You may not think some fit the build, but they all did. All rugged, tough and tumble even though some had a semi polished look at times.
They also had another thing in common, they did what they had to do to take care of their own. In a lot of circumstances it meant hitting lakes, trails, rivers and woods to find quarry for the table.
It is with these OMP's in mind that we pay tribute to in this article and articles to follow. Tips, tricks and maybe a fewstories (bullshit or true) about fishing, hunting and the general outdoors. Things learned from our OMP forefathers which we can pass on to the up and comers.
If you could think of one attribute an outdoorsman should have, what would it be...a keen eye, attention to detail, sharp hearing? I believe the one thing we all learn with becoming an OMP is patience. Patience in the boat, patience in the stand, and patience in the blind.
It's not that we get old and slow down, it's the conscious decision to take our time, think things through, and rely on our knowledge gained over the years to curb the outcome of our experience in our favour.
So with this in mind, next time you're on the water and the fish ain't biting, or if you're in your stand and nothings moving, remember all the things you may have learned over the years. Make a mental checklist and cross things off when they are taken care of.
For example, is the wind right? Am I in the right spot? Should I have skipped that cup of coffee and bran muffin. But in all seriousness, take your time, channel that knowledge. We know by now when it's time to get our asses in gear right?
Or so I've been told....
The OMP Respect Road Crew checked out the Old Bastards Vintage Motorcycle Rally in Delta, Ontario this weekend. We figured with a name like "Old Bastards", we would definitely see a few OMP's. We were not dissapointed. What we also saw was a number of good people, and a collection of assorted vintage motorcycles of all makes. Throughout the campground various merchants had set up camp and were selling their wares, and one of these fine folks was a seamstress. It is there that we overheard our resident rockstar and Personal trainer, Craig Kivi, Discussing the details of having her design a pair of one of a kind rockstar jeans. We can't wait to see them and make fun of them!
There were the usual assortment of motorcycle games with some talented riders and maybe even more talented assistants. After the games there was a mouthwatering BBQ chicken meal, followed by a dance with live entertainment. THe OMP Respect Crew took a full feed at the BBQ, but we chose to opt out of the dance in order to get some more road time in. All in all it was a good time at a great location, The Beverly Lake Campgrounds in Delta, Ontario. If you live even remotely close to the area and have an interest in vintage motorcycles and meeting some friendly OMP's, I highly suggest checking out some of their events.
It would ring in my head all the time. As I was riding. As I was drinking. As I was eating. Or even during intimate moments with my woman. Actually not that last one. Just seeing if you're paying attention to what you're reading.
More and more we found ourselves chanting it out at each other during random moments of cool. "OMP, OMP, OMP." Especially things usually associated with our younger selves. Burning the back tire off our motorbikes, setting a new record on the bench press, or drinking straight shots of frozen vodka around a hot campfire.
And sometimes, just sometimes, real quietly as one of our single brothers was hooking up with a younger woman at the other end of the bar.
But it actually started much more innocently than that. It started as a reference to the older male's ability to recruit maximum muscle fibre to accomplish a task. huh? What did he just say? Let me explain.
I was in the gym working out with a buddy's younger brother, and the weight I was lifting impressed him. My young friend referred to my source of strength as OMP, Old Man Power. I thought about my step-father. When I was 20 I was full of energy and confidence, but when the heavy lifting needed to be done, he was the man to do it.
Most times he would smile and say something like, "why do you even bother going to the gym?" I probably mumbled something about looking good for the girls. But suddenly I was much older, and probably not as pretty, the young guy's commenting on my OMP.
Then it happened. The infamous bar fight where a small group of older males dominated, yet chose not to decimate a larger group of younger males. It was that instant that the phrasing changed. OMP was no longer something you have. OMP became something you ARE. Defining not just any older male, but a certain TYPE of older male.
An OMP is often someone who has been dragged through the drama and the ups and downs of the darker side of life and has the scars to prove it. But he has come out of it, a wiser man. Stronger on the inside and out. He doesn't care who likes him, or if he fits in. In fact, he doesn't care much about anything at all, except himself, his family, and his closest brothers.
Now, many years since being given the label OMP in the gym, and many years since the infamous bar fight, without even trying, OMP has taken on a life of its own.
OMP language is spoken in gyms and bars all around north america, and it is even spreading through Latin America, England, and Europe. OMP is growing and deserves to be recognized and respected. It is with that in mind that we developed this site. To pay tribute and respect to our growing brotherhood.
Come check us out often. We may be old but the site is still young. So we are still growing. We would love to hear from you to let us know how we could continue to make it better and better.
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... My woman's arms should be wrapped tightly around my waist, and my knees should be in the breeze as the trees on the side of the road become a blur in the side of my eye. And tonight, we should be in Port Dover meeting old friends and making new ones.
He looks friendly
Tomorrow is Friday the 13th and its going to be a huge party. Probably even bigger than usual, as it's the only friday the 13th in this calendar year, and the only one to occur in the summer for the next few years to come. Yes I suppose I should be there. Ok actually, let me tell you why I shouldn't be there. Let me tell you why I should be right here where I am.
This winter I marked it on the calendar. Friday June 13th 2014 would be a party to remember. Though I admit I planned on drinking enough beer to challenge my ability to remember it clearly. As the date drew nearer I realized it was also fathers day weekend. "No biggie", I thought. I would ride the 8hrs to Port Dover on Thursday so I could relax and get into the beers nice and early on friday, and ride back saturday. Sunday I could wake up at home to spend fathers day with my boys. No problem. a perfect weekend actually. A good ride. A good party. Some good family time.
this guy should stay where he is too!
Then it happened. ABout 2 weeks ago my oldest boy came home with one of those little pieces of paper bidding my attendance. "You have been invited to a fathers day play - Friday June 13th 2014" BOOM! Hold the phone. Stop the party train. Don't put the back seat on for mama. Don't pack the tent, and definitely don't buy that Jason Vorhees, old school hockey mask.
Not so fast, mama
My boy looks up to me. I am his hero. I'd be lying if I said I didn't enjoy this. But I also know it is fleeting. One day I will no longer be a god. He will see me for the human that I am, with all my faults. But not yet! Not this day! When he looked up at me with wide eyes and excitement and belted out those words "Will you be there Dad?" I didn't hesitate. "Yes boy, I wouldn't miss it for the world". He smiled and looked at me with those idolizing eyes once more. My heart melted. And I knew I'd made the right call.
What else could I do? "Sorry son, I'm not going to be at your fathers day play. I'm gonna go party instead." No way. Not this day. I am an OMP, and I'm setting an example for a future OMP. Family first.
So this is why I shouldn't be in Port Dover today, I should be right here instead. Afterall I've been to a million parties, I haven't been to many fathers day plays! Hell I've also missed a lot of parties for a lot less important reasons than family. You know, laid up in hospital, stuck in the sin bin, or because I didn't want to see some lame ass that I knew would be there. So it seems this could actually the BEST reason I've missed a party. Besides...