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<snipped tale of the south rising again
Yeah, the battle of Atlanta…all that soft wood made one HELL of a burn-out…. just too damn funny!! … and not a turgid word in it…
Yeah, it reads like the "Letter of the Month" in the geriatric edition of Penthouse (prominently placed right across from the ads for "Sta-Hard Cream, now in Geezer Strength!" and a Mercedes dealer that offers quantify discounts)….by the by, I couldn’t look – what DID Phyllis Diller’s "spread" look like…next month, Bea Arthur and Janet Reno wrestle in Metamucil! <G TC, R – Hide quoted text — Show quoted text -jeff
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and, as promised, the continuum: this is painful to relate, but integrity will prevail; and, besides, zimbo was there, and it won’t do to lie with him around.
Oh, lawdy, lawdy…and he had kids, too…well, maybe if you did him in SC, the prosecutors will fight over who gets to kill you long enough that you’ll be able to just go ahead and die of old age on the SOBs… TC, R …yep, I’m for the death penalty…and I wonder just how many shameless, graceless publicity-hound prosecutors seeking to feather a nest Mohammed can hold on his lap when they pull the switch…those who were with us on that day will hold their manhood, bar cards, and taxpayer-funded Steelcases cheap, to paraphrase…
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Oh, lawdy, lawdy…and he had kids, too…well, maybe if you did him in SC, … …yep, I’m for the death penalty…
You are SO unfunny. Why don’t you just prop up a photo of Jim Nabors and whack off instead of injecting your masturbatory and malevolent spew into a TR thread ? — Ken Fortenberry
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wayno writes:
(great report snipped) wayno (yeah, steve, it’s maudlin; but to some of us, it’s priceless.)
You bet your sweet ass it is priceless! Nice time, counselor. The claves out west can not, do not, compare to the NC brand of camaraderie and friendship. Glad to see ol’ Tom is up and about. But if he is, who dat hell is protectin’ us from all those electronic sigs and such? Dave
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… The claves out west can not, do not, compare …
True. — Ken Fortenberry
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and, as promised, the continuum:
<snipped nice TR Thanks to Wayno, Bob, and Wolfgang for the reports of debauchery and, well, some fishing. Keep ‘em coming. I appreciate you all spending the time to relate the experience. The reality of the gathering, however, will have to be left to the discretion of the reader. :) Good and strange tales, all. wayno (yeah, steve, it’s maudlin; but to some of us, it’s priceless.)
‘Sounds like "priceless" to me. — TL, Tim And we haven’t even heard Zimbo’s or Mr. Miller’s rebuttals yet.
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Having seen you at work maestro, I know that any failings were not due to a lack of competence. And you fish pretty good too. priceless TR, BTW – a real gem Peter Visit The Streamer Page at http://www.mountaincable.net/~pcharles/streamers/index.html
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The claves out west can not, do not, compare to the NC brand of camaraderie and friendship.
Maybe you should try camping with the Westerners sometime instead of hiding out in a cabin.
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rw writes: The claves out west can not, do not, compare to the NC brand of camaraderie and friendship. Maybe you should try camping with the Westerners sometime instead of hiding out in a cabin.
Hiding out in a cabin? Really? I was at the camp ground most every day. I wanted to fish with you, Bruce, Warren, and Willi. If it wasn’t for Paul and John, I wouldn’t have fished with any of you western dudes. For the first time ever at any of the many claves I’ve attended, I felt like there was a clique. Hell, I traveled 2400 miles only to fish with IJ, Charlie, and Jeff. And they traveled 200 miles to fish with me. Nothing wrong with that – I enjoyed their company – but it would have been nice to fish with someone who knew the area. Not complainin’, mind ya, just saying that you western dudes treat "outsiders" a little different than they are treated in NC. (However, the SJ clave was not that way – Bruce and others went out of their way to help/guide.) It is entrirely different at a NC clave, or a Penns or Maine Clave. BTW, did you invite me to fish? Did Willi.? Warren? Yeah, I didn’t think so. The camaraderie and friendship didn’t go all the way around at HF. I fished with my NC friends for 2 days (with the help of Paul and John), and the third day I opted to fish alone rather than join them again. No one else invited me to fish, nor invited them to fish. IJ was looking forward to fishing with Willi and perhaps picking up some tips. It didn’t hapen, at least not while I was there. Just observations, of course….. Dave
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Maybe you should try camping with the Westerners sometime …
Bring bail money, extra garbage bags and a disguise. You wouldn’t want to be associated with some of the "camping" that goes on in our National Forest campgrounds at a western ‘clave. — Ken Fortenberry
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Ken Fortenberry writes: Maybe you should try camping with the Westerners sometime … Bring bail money, extra garbage bags and a disguise. You wouldn’t want to be associated with some of the "camping" that goes on in our National Forest campgrounds at a western ‘clave. — Ken Fortenberry
In all fairness, it wasn’t anything like that. The night of the cook-out was a little loud, but there were no complaints from the host camper. Everyone’s campsite was clean and tidy. There was no need for police, bail money, or diguises. Dave
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- Hide quoted text — Show quoted text – rw writes: The claves out west can not, do not, compare to the NC brand of camaraderie and friendship. Maybe you should try camping with the Westerners sometime instead of hiding out in a cabin. Hiding out in a cabin? Really?
Really. I was at the camp ground most every day.
Being "at the camp" occasionally is not the same thing as "camping." To put this in perspective, Dave, YOU are the one dissing the Western Claves as not having enough "comaradamie." You’re entitled to your opinion, of course, but some opinions are best left unstated, or at least not hung out in public. I’m not hearing any Western ROFFers dissing the Eastern claves, aside from the occasional good natured joke about the tiny fish. 
As I’ve made many good friends at the Western Claves over the past three years, and have fished with some of them many times, and have entertained some of them at my home, and have taken them fishing on my homewaters, your perception of "comaraderie" doesn’t have much in common with mine. I wanted to fish with you, Bruce, Warren, and Willi.
The fact is that we made our decisions about where to fish the next day while sitting around the campfire, just before going to bed. You weren’t consciously excluded. You just weren’t around. If it wasn’t for Paul and John, I wouldn’t have fished with any of you western dudes.
For the first time ever at any of the many claves I’ve attended, I felt like there was a clique. Hell, I traveled 2400 miles only to fish with IJ, Charlie, and Jeff. And they traveled 200 miles to fish with me. Nothing wrong with that – I enjoyed their company – but it would have been nice to fish with someone who knew the area. I want to state for the record my opinion that Warren did a heroic job at the HF Clave. I don’t think he fished more than a handful of hours, because he was so busy rowing his drift boat for others. He was fanatical in his dedication to get as many different people on float trips as possible. If you didn’t fish with Warren it wasn’t because he was part of a clique. It was more likely that you didn’t want to get photographed in the Gink boat. By the way, what’s so bad about fishing with Paul and John in their drift boats? Isn’t that enough comaraderie for you? I didn’t get to fish with Paul, which I regret, but I had a fine day with John and Bruce on the Madison, tagging along with Willi and George and Warren. That was comaradamie in my book. Not complainin’, mind ya,
No, of course not. You would never complain about a lack of comaradamie at Western claves. just saying that you western dudes treat "outsiders" a little different than they are treated in NC.
That’s probably true. For example, Warren invited JeffC to leave his cabin way down in Aston and stay at the campground in Warren’s huge, empty tent (which, by the way, was available for anyone to use). JeffC ended up staying in Warren’s camper. The tent remained unoccupied. (However, the SJ clave was not that way – Bruce and others went out of their way to help/guide.)
Unlike, for example, Warren, John, and Paul at HF? It is entrirely different at a NC clave, or a Penns or Maine Clave. BTW, did you invite me to fish?
What? You wanted to join me in my one-man pontoon boat? You wanted to come to the Bechler? Did Willi.? Warren? Yeah, I didn’t think so.
You simply weren’t there when spontaneous decisions were made around the campfire. And it’s outrageous that you’d accuse Warren of not making maximum effort to guide and row as many people as possible. The camaraderie and friendship didn’t go all the way around at HF.
No complaining, Dave. IJ was looking forward to fishing with Willi and perhaps picking up some tips.
Who wouldn’t? Did IJ think that Willi was going to seek him out? Maybe read his mind? Did IJ ask Willi to fish and did Willi refuse? Sheesh. It didn’t hapen, at least not while I was there.
One more time, Dave: You and IJ and Jeff Miller just weren’t there at the campfire during crunch time. Western Claves are different from Eastern Claves, IMO. They’re more spontaneous. I’ve only been to one Eastern Clave, coming all the way from California. It was a very pleasant experience, but I wasn’t barraged by offers to fish with others. Aside from the kindness of Walt, and the trip with Asadi and (incredibly) Fortenberry and Wolfgang, and fishing with Jim Bennett at Jurassic Park, I fished alone, and had a damn good time. I don’t recall you inviting me to fish at Waldo’s Spring Fling, and I’ve never held that against you until today.
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Maybe you should try camping with the Westerners sometime … Bring bail money, extra garbage bags and a disguise. You wouldn’t want to be associated with some of the "camping" that goes on in our National Forest campgrounds at a western ‘clave.
You are SO unfunny. Why don’t you just prop up a photo of Jim Nabors and whack off instead of injecting your masturbatory and malevolent spew into a TR thread ? HTH, R
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<more snippage Wolfgang, help me out here. Are they going for distance, duration or style points? –Stan (still a newbie at pissing contests)
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Hiding out in a cabin? Really? I was at the camp ground most every day. I wanted to fish with you, Bruce, Warren, and Willi. If it wasn’t for Paul and John, I wouldn’t have fished with any of you western dudes. For the first time ever at any of the many claves I’ve attended, I felt like there was a clique.
Dave, I’m sorry you were disappointed with the HF clave. I apologize for not being more outgoing. I would have loved to fish with you and/or the other easterners for that matter. I guess I had the feeling that the easterners wanted to fish with each other. Also, I guess I spent time trying to make sure that Kevin was having a good time. There were several westerners that I didn’t get to fish with either but I figured there was always next time. but it would have been nice to fish with someone who knew the area.
That left me out. The area was new to me too. BTW, did you invite me to fish? Did Willi.? Warren? Yeah, I didn’t think so. The camaraderie and friendship didn’t go all the way around at HF. I fished with my NC friends for 2 days (with the help of Paul and John), and the third day I opted to fish alone rather than join them again. No one else invited me to fish, nor invited them to fish. IJ was looking forward to fishing with Willi and perhaps picking up some tips. It didn’t hapen, at least not while I was there.
Well, crap, I wish I would have known you were going to fish by yourself. We sure would have asked you to go with us (Kevin and me). (Of course, we’re no Willi or Warren<G) I enjoyed everyone at the clave and would have liked to spent time fishing with each one but, in a short period of time, it’s kind of hard to get organized & accomplish what one would like. In fact, I’m not sure I ever got "invited" to fish with anyone. It just seems to "happen". I know one thing that went through my mind was to not "insert" myself into any drift boat fishing so that all those who wanted a chance to drift had the chance. This is why I brought a couple of pontoon boats. Give us another chance, Dave. If I could set up a clave here in Buffalo, I guarantee I’d lay on some camaraderie:) I’ve thought about trying to put together a Bighorn Mountain clave but the stream fishing here on the south end of the mountains is rather limited. Mostly lake fishing and long hikes. This just doesn’t seem like an area that would make a good clave. At least, it wouldn’t be similar to any of the claves I’ve attended. Snoop — —–= Posted via Newsfeeds.Com, Uncensored Usenet News =—– http://www.newsfeeds.com – The #1 Newsgroup Service in the World! —–== Over 80,000 Newsgroups – 16 Different Servers! =—–
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Ken Fortenberry writes: Bring bail money, extra garbage bags and a disguise. … In all fairness, it wasn’t anything like that. …
I’d like to think that my rants in this forum have had something to do with improving their "camping" behavior, but to tell ya the truth, it was probably the fines. 
— Ken Fortenberry
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rw writes: By the way, what’s so bad about fishing with Paul and John in their drift boats? Why do you always put words in peoples’ mouths, rw. Where did I say it was "bad" fishing with Paul and John? I *praise* them because they invited me to fish, something neither you, Warren, or Willi did.
Unfortunately for you, it’s been snowing hard for 12 hours and I have nothing better to do until it stops than respond to this incredible load of horsepucky. Your attitude astounds me, Dave. You’re coming across like a primadonna. You seem to think it’s your role to be catered to, courted, and guided, like some sort of semi-royal personage. You aren’t willing to camp with the rest of us, but you complain that you’re excluded. Weird. What did you expect? That we’d get on the cell phones in the morning for a conference call? If you feel like Western Claves lack a sufficient degree of comaraderie, feel free stay out East where you’re more comfortable. We’ll muddle through somehow. It is bad form, though, to insult the Clavemeister (Warren) who put so much energy into this, and to insult other attendees who found the comaraderie to be just fine.
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rw writes: By the way, what’s so bad about fishing with Paul and John in their drift boats?
Why do you always put words in peoples’ mouths, rw. Where did I say it was "bad" fishing with Paul and John? I *praise* them because they invited me to fish, something neither you, Warren, or Willi did. I found the HF clave to be a very big disappointment. There were not that many fish taken, they were relatively small, and only a few folks were catching them. But the biggest disappointment was the exclusion of some people from the plans. I didn’t go to HF to catch lots of big fish – I can stay home and catch big brookies and big salmon. I went because I was practically begged to go, and then I ended up never fishing with those I went to see. Ironic, huh? As far as Gehkre’s boat…. well, I’m glad that Paul and John were there. But there were days when Warren was not in the boat, days when Willi and Bruce and you weren’t in the boat. You simply weren’t there when spontaneous decisions were made around the campfire.
Ahhh, herein lies the difference: at a NC clave, if these "spontaneious decisions" were made, the non-attendees would have been notified and included post facto. And it’s outrageous that you’d accuse Warren of not making maximum effort to guide and row as many people as possible.
I saw Warren row Jeffie and Charlie. No one else. And you do not have to "row" to fish HF. I went off on my own on Wednesday my last day and caught fish. It would have been nice if Warren or others could have been with me. But, I wasn’t around when all the "spontaneity" was going down. Ya have watch out for all that spontaneity shit….. it happens, click, like that, and ya might get excluded. The camaraderie and friendship didn’t go all the way around at HF. No complaining, Dave.
Not complaining. It’s *fact*. Who wouldn’t? Did IJ think that Willi was going to seek him out? Maybe read his mind? Did IJ ask Willi to fish and did Willi refuse? Sheesh.
I was present when IJ asked Willi, and Willi said *sure*. Western Claves are different from Eastern Claves, IMO. They’re more spontaneous.
You misspelled "cliquish". Aside from the kindness of Walt, and the trip with Asadi and (incredibly) Fortenberry and Wolfgang, and fishing with Jim Bennett at Jurassic Park, I fished alone, and had a damn good time. I don’t recall you inviting me to fish at Waldo’s Spring Fling, and I’ve never held that against you until today.
Lesseeee…..Walt, Asadi, Fortenberry, Wolfie, and Jim B. went fishing with you. Well, without using my toes, I count five. That’s five more than I had at HF. And I wouldn’t have invited you to fish at the Spring Fling, for I too was a newbie, having never fished those waters. I was a follower, not a leader. The two leaders that I was fortunate enough to have at HF, Paul and John, had never fished that water and did an outstanding job with us "easterners". Dave
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i had planned to meet zimbo at early thirty on wed am for a partnered drive up to the smokies, but some damn judge had other ideas. thus, i head out thurs am, into heavy fog, but with high expectations: i had checked with my local smokies guru, and the streams were at normal heights; this happy news, combined with the prospect of overcast skies, made my heart fairly leap. the sun is your enemy in the freestone pocket water in the old north state–or it always has been; more later about that. around morganton, about halfway into a four hour trip, i saw a little miata up ahead on the interstate suddenly slow and pull to the shoulder of the interstate. i slowed my approach, and watched in growing anticipation as this gorgeous brunette unfolded from the aforesaid mazda, waving for me to stop; i complied. i got out, and walked slowly to the front of her car. our eyes locked for an instant, the electricity suddenly thick around us. she looked down, and i asked if i could be of assistance. yes, she said, her voice tight with anticipation. how far west are you going, she asked. all the way, darlin, i replied. she fairly lept into my jeep. she explained that she had run out of gas and money, and was trying to find a strange little dude with a mustache, curly hair, owl-like glasses, and a terrible yankee accent–he had promised her a grand and all the cheese she could eat in return for her appearance at something he called a "clave". immediately, i realized her peril. casually, i asked her what color mercedes was her favorite. she put her hand…well, she murmured "silver", and said, breathlessly, turn here. we were approaching the waynesville holiday inn exit. two hours later, i arose from, well, an amazing exercise in physical and emotional expansion, and headed for the jeep. as i closed the door, she said only two things, softly: first, this: you have …changed me; then, this: i want you to at least know my name–it’s lana… next installment at eleven. your friend in the old north state wayno
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wayno writes: as i closed the door, she said only two things, softly: first, this: you have …changed me; then, this: i want you to at least know my name–it’s lana..
I certainly hope you went immediately to the nearest medical facility and got all the necessary shots. I gotta watch out for you all the time……. Louie [who wishes he could have joined ya, but had better things to do.....d;o) ]
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next installment at eleven. your friend in the old north state wayno
I wait with baited breath (bin eatin’ anchovies) By the way, you’re a cruel sumnabitch to break poor Wolfie’s heart that way. From what I hear, he hasn’t been laid since Wisconsin discovered cheese. Peter Visit The Streamer Page at http://www.mountaincable.net/~pcharles/streamers/index.html
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i had planned to meet zimbo at early thirty on wed am for a partnered drive up to the smokies, but some damn judge had other ideas. thus, i head out thurs am, into heavy fog, but with high expectations: i had checked with my local smokies guru, and the streams were at normal heights; this happy news, combined with the prospect of overcast skies, made my heart fairly leap. the sun is your enemy in the freestone pocket water in the old north state–or it always has been; more later about that.
<snipped rest of, er, TR? I must admit that the best factual recollection (read: BS) has come from this anti-clave. Must be the NC air. Great entertainment for us who stayed home and raked leaves. — TL, Tim
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Not that there were any lies told here, but in case there weren’t, there was a big article on "Lana" in the Charlotte Tribune about a month ago and the wonderful success of the transgender operation. — Wayne To Fish is Human…To Release Divine!
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<snipped tale of the south rising again just too damn funny!! … and not a turgid word in it… jeff
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i had planned to meet zimbo at early thirty on wed am for a partnered drive up to the smokies, but some damn judge had other ideas. thus, i head out thurs am, into heavy fog, but with high expectations: i had checked with my local smokies guru, and the streams were at normal heights; this happy news, combined with the prospect of overcast skies, made my heart fairly leap. the sun is your enemy in the freestone pocket water in the old north state–or it always has been; more later about that.
and, as promised, the continuum: this is painful to relate, but integrity will prevail; and, besides, zimbo was there, and it won’t do to lie with him around. i fished snowbird creek in the "hatchery supported" section on the afternoon of my arrival, under a canopy of thick clouds, and didn’t catch one fish. first time for that, ever, on that creek. in casting about for excuses, i have come up with the following: 1. the creek hadn’t been stocked in a long time, and the fish had been taken out, or never put in the section we fished; 2. the drastic change in weather from wednesday’s clear, warmer status had put the fish off the feed. 3. absolutely nothing was coming off the water, except a few tiny (i mean barely visible) midges, so the trout were sulking; 4 the , um, aura of lana was still on or about my body, and the fish were simply stunned. anyone got any ideas? garden variety incompetence is not an acceptable suggestion. oh, well, back to the cabin downstream, where zimbo and i fished a short stretch just below our digs. some excitement ensued when a very large brown swirled at my dayglo indicator, his back out of the water. we threw everything save a blasting cap at his home thereafter, but nada. i saw tom brown emerge out on the front porch with a glass in his hand, and the smoky scent of dalwhinnie floated across the ever shortening distance as i made my way, relentlessly, to the safety of russia’s finest beverage. the evening was saved. next morning zimbo and i arrived at the fontana boat dock in accordance with the plan to rent a boat, run across the lake to the mouth of hazel creek, and hook up with the survivors, if any there were, of the fabled death march. turns out we had to rent two small jon boats, and zimbo had never even cranked a motor. i took him for a brief lesson, and the boy responded with his typical esprit de corps and innate physical talents. we were sliding up to a mooring at the mouth of hazel in thirty minutes. the foilage was brilliant, at its peak of color, in fact; about ten days later than usual. on the ride across the lake, i considered my good fortune at being a resident of a state that displays such an amazing variety of natural features. `my happy reveries were cut short with our arrival at the creek mouth, where the unsettling odor of cheddar hung heavy in the damp air. sure enough, there he was, acerbic as always, but a survivor if there ever was one: mama siebeniech’s gift to the world of forensic science, and the scourge of vermin throughout the upper midwest. and fishing upstream; and the bad: the damn place was thick with preppies. sure enough, as we walked upstream in search of the boys, we passed what seemed like dozens of the earnest young faces of norman’s children, standing uncertainly in the ribbons of water, waving their rods limply through an arc of about 180 degrees, dropping the fly in the flow behind them, piling the line across a couple different runs in front of them, and generally scaring the shit out of every rainbow in graham county. about a mile above the mouth, we passed this guy fishing who actually knew what he was doing, and i wondered if he could be patton, whom i had never met. i discounted that possibility when i realized that this individual looked exactly like an accountant. by noon, we had arrived, as scheduled, at the second bridge. just above that structure, at the creek’s edge, stood none other than the best damned domestic lawyer in the old north state, the fabled and feared jeffie miller. we chatted for a while about the deprivations endured during the last few days of camping on the creek; that is, the shortage of whisky, and zimbo and i moved upstream hoping to find some water that had not yet been subjected to the thrashing of spoiled children. well, to make a long and embarrassing story mercifully short–we caught two fish each, neither longer than six inches. it was my worst day in thirty one years of fishing hazel creek. we all met at the end of the fishing day by the side of one of the most beautiful streams on this planet, to bitch and moan. bob patton turned out to be the accountant, and a damn good guy. so, back to the cabin for more of the same: sniper stories (thank god for the capture), the bounty of tom’s crock pot cuisine, and the crisp taste of a stoli see-through. about seven or so, zimbo became sufficiently bored with the society of hopeless alchoholics that he was driven to return home–a six hour drive back to the raleigh area. his conduct might be considered irrational, but only by those who have never seen his wife. wow. the bottom line is this: who gives a damn about the fishing. the other stuff is where it’s at. right boyos? here’s to ya, guys, from your friend in the old north state wayno (yeah, steve, it’s maudlin; but to some of us, it’s priceless.)
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Double dittos on Eureka. It’s not the brand it used to be, however: my 25 year old Timberline is still going strong even after putting some serious holes in the floor over the years (*don’t* bring a tackle box full of pike lures into the tent…). My wife bought me a Eureka Sunrise 9 about 10 years ago, and even though I bitched at the time that it didn’t have a full fly, it has worked very well – it has survived 5 years of cub scout camping trips, and a bunch of fishing trips with friends and the family and it has never leaked in the rain. And I’ve been through some serious weather including many tornado warning storms (we had to evacuate a campground with 400 cub scouts one weekend – tents were floating away and I never got a drop of water inside except from peoples’ clothes). I really like the big windows – here in Massachusetts it’s often muggy and the ventilation is really important. We used a Eureka Backcountry (essentially an updated Timberline) on a trip into the Boundary Waters last fall and had 8 nights of thunderstorms and high winds without ever a leak. If I were going into serious outback carrying all my gear, I would look at a more extreme design with better coverage, but for car and canoe camping I’ve been very happy with my Eurekas. –Stan
– Hide quoted text — Show quoted text – or recommendations of other tents, I’m interested in hearing about them. I like the Eureka! Timberline models for car camping. Ditto a testimonial for Eureka. I’ve been very happy with the quality of everything I have from them. Joe F.
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Double dittos on Eureka.
These votes of confidence in Eureka are heartening. I want a tent that’s very roomy and that I can easily stand up in. That’s why I like the Eureka Headquarters (6′11"). One Timberline model would work — the Timberline Outfitter 6. I’m not that worried about the fly. This will be a strictly car-camping tent, and if I get into really serious weather I can just get into my truck. I’d rather have a tent that’s very open for the 95% of the time that I’m camping in good, summer, Western weather. The Headquarters looks good for that. It has BIG windows. — visit my web site: http://home.earthlink.net/~royalwulff/ something bogus to avoid spam)
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That’s a nice tent, but there’s a couple of problems. First of all, it’s about twice as expensive as the Eureka model. … An essential element of its snob appeal, donchaknow. — Ken Fortenberry
______ Question? When you and Wolfgangbanger crawl in the same high quality sleeping bag, who wears the perfume? ; ) — MrG/American Sportsman (never sleep with your fly rod in a sleeping bag) http://www.gink.com/rod_facts/bastardjun00.html LATEST BAMBOO FACTS "the saga continues"
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Didn’t you just tell me in an earlier post that you were above such shit as the post below? What’s up? Is your mind failing you? Opie –Planning for the Past–
– Hide quoted text — Show quoted text – That’s a nice tent, but there’s a couple of problems. First of all, it’s about twice as expensive as the Eureka model. … An essential element of its snob appeal, donchaknow. — Ken Fortenberry ______ Question? When you and Wolfgangbanger crawl in the same high quality sleeping bag, who wears the perfume? ; ) — MrG/American Sportsman (never sleep with your fly rod in a sleeping bag) http://www.gink.com/rod_facts/bastardjun00.html LATEST BAMBOO FACTS "the saga continues"
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An essential element of its snob appeal, donchaknow.
Get a Moss Big Dipper then. If I was going to go nomadic, that’d be my choice. Otherwise I’d stick with Eureka! Timberline even though Wolfgang can’t seem to pitch them properly<g. — Charlie…
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or recommendations of other tents, I’m interested in hearing about them. I like the Eureka! Timberline models for car camping.
Ditto a testimonial for Eureka. I’ve been very happy with the quality of everything I have from them. Joe F.
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Ditto a testimonial for Eureka. I’ve been very happy with the quality of everything I have from them. Joe F.
I like Eureka too. I have a Timberline 2-man tent and a Wind River 6-man dome and both have survived some hairy winds and rainstorms. The Timberline has never collapsed on me like a previous poster mentioned, and frankly I can’t see how it could. I wonder if maybe he’s thinking of a different tent. The nice thing about the Timberline is that one person can set it up single-handed in about 5 minutes, but the Wind River takes about 15-20 minutes and at least two people. As long as you are car-camping and weight isn’t a consideration, I recommend you get the biggest tent you can afford. When you end up spending a whole day inside your tent waiting out a rain, those extra few cubic feet of space will seem worth every penny. Kevin
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Gotta agree with the Milwaukee rat slasher on this one.
hilarious. only on roff would such a name be considered an appellation for a friend. :) wayno, aka "delerium tremens"
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Eureka Timberline – the big one Ed Fox – Hide quoted text — Show quoted text – I’m shopping for a tent for car camping. I’m considering either Cabelas Truck Tent or the Alaknak tent (also from Cabelas). If anyone has experience with or opinions about these tents, or recommendations of other tents, I’m interested in hearing about them. — visit my web site: http://home.earthlink.net/~royalwulff/ something bogus to avoid spam)
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For comparison, take a look at The North Face Bedrock http://content.thenorthface.com/index_products.html
That’s a nice tent, but there’s a couple of problems. First of all, it’s about twice as expensive as the Eureka model. That’s no big deal, but it’s also not sold over the web, and there’s no retailer anywhere nearby. (Ironically, there’s a big North Face store about five minutes from my house in California.) I suppose I could call a retailer and have them ship it. — visit my web site: http://home.earthlink.net/~royalwulff/ something bogus to avoid spam)
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That’s a nice tent, but there’s a couple of problems. First of all, it’s about twice as expensive as the Eureka model. …
An essential element of its snob appeal, donchaknow. — Ken Fortenberry
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Eureka Timberline – the big one
My best friend and frequent backpacking companion bought his first timberline in the late 70s, if memory serves. I have spent MANY nights in it and its successors. The best thing about this tent was that it was Jay’s, and thus he carried it. Next best was the roominess. However, the timberline with its relatively high profile and meager support system was prone to collapsing in the middle of dark stormy nights. The natural and completely understandable tendency of the human brain to suppress horrible memories makes it impossible for me to remember with any precision how many times this happened, but it was a bunch. Wolfgang caveat tentor
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For comparison, take a look at The North Face Bedrock http://content.thenorthface.com/index_products.html That’s a nice tent, but there’s a couple of problems. First of all, it’s about twice as expensive as the Eureka model. That’s no big deal, but it’s also not sold over the web, and there’s no retailer anywhere nearby. (Ironically, there’s a big North Face store about five minutes from my house in California.) I suppose I could call a retailer and have them ship it.
I suspect it IS sold on the web rw. Just have to find the right retailer. Start with Cabela’s or look at gorp.com for retailers
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That’s a nice rig, Asadi, but I’ll be pulling a horse trailer, at least some of the time, so I need something that I can put in the back of my truck. — visit my web site: http://home.earthlink.net/~royalwulff/ something bogus to avoid spam)
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Could you put a tracer on that Fly Rod Ken? – MrG/American Sportsman http://www.gink.com/shopcart/index.html http://www.gink.com/rod_facts/bastardjun00.html LATEST BAMBOO FACTS "the saga continues"
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I’m shopping for a tent for car camping. I’m considering either Cabelas Truck Tent or the Alaknak tent (also from Cabelas). If anyone has experience with or opinions about these tents, or recommendations of other tents, I’m interested in hearing about them.
Seems like everybody in the world with a sewing machine is in the tent business these days. Becky and I were shopping early this year in preparation for our Never Summer Wilderness trip later this month, and we looked at hundreds. Over the course of a thirty year backpacking career I used many different tents and the vast majority of them, as well as most that we looked at this year, are crap. The governing philosophy seems to be that unless you are a serious mountaineer you will be satisfied with something that will almost certainly leave you wet and miserable. I don’t know if you remember seeing it at the NC clave, but the Mountain Hardwear tent we ended up buying is excellent. But the brand is not nearly as important as the features of the individual tent. I would advise you to go for the oxymoron, the REALLY BIG backpacking or mountaineering tent. Wherever you shop, talk to the people who have done some serious expedition work and then find the biggest thing you can that resembles what they use. One thing you should never ever compromise on; be absolutely sure that the rain fly covers the entire tent!! A fly which leaves even a small portion of the bottom uncovered is thoroughly useless, and a tent with a useless rain fly is a ticket for the express to hell. Wolfgang hypothermia and sleep deprivation are about 40 megahoovers each
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Right now I’m leaning toward the Eureka! Headquarters. http://www.vtarmynavy.com/eureka_luxury_family_tents.htm — visit my web site: http://home.earthlink.net/~royalwulff/ something bogus to avoid spam)
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Right now I’m leaning toward the Eureka! Headquarters. http://www.vtarmynavy.com/eureka_luxury_family_tents.htm
None of the models shown on that page has a fly that completely covers the tent. You WILL be sorry.
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Right now I’m leaning toward the Eureka! Headquarters. http://www.vtarmynavy.com/eureka_luxury_family_tents.htm None of the models shown on that page has a fly that completely covers the tent. You WILL be sorry.
Gotta agree with the Milwaukee rat slasher on this one. Don’t know how much attention you paid at the time but both of the tents Wolfie & I had set up on the Watauga had full coverage flies. When a thuderstorm dumps an inch of water on you in less than an hour, some of it arriving horizontally, you will appreciate having a full coverage fly. For comparison, take a look at The North Face Bedrock http://content.thenorthface.com/index_products.html — Ken Fortenberry
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I’m shopping for a tent for car camping. I’m considering either Cabelas Truck Tent or the Alaknak tent (also from Cabelas). If anyone has experience with or opinions about these tents, or recommendations of other tents, I’m interested in hearing about them. — visit my web site: http://home.earthlink.net/~royalwulff/ something bogus to avoid spam)
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or recommendations of other tents, I’m interested in hearing about them.
I like the Eureka! Timberline models for car camping. — Charlie…
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I’m shopping for a tent for car camping. …
We’ve been real happy with The North Face. — Ken Fortenberry
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rw, I made a nice rig for my Datsun pick up for camping. It slept two people, had a table, stove, sink, water, cabinet and storage areas. It was really great for fishing trips. Mounted my Honda Trail 110 on the back and an inflatable raft on the top. I went all over the Sierras with it. Ernie – Hide quoted text — Show quoted text – I’m shopping for a tent for car camping. I’m considering either Cabelas Truck Tent or the Alaknak tent (also from Cabelas). If anyone has experience with or opinions about these tents, or recommendations of other tents, I’m interested in hearing about them.
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I pulled it with a four cylinder Pinto all over creation. Seriously. I could maneuver the little unit by myself and it contained all of the basic necessities….(pepper mill replaced….but I think the little lady bought to delicate of a set at the garage sale). Containing all of the necessary things and requiring nothing more than ‘folding up or unfolding’ it made, in essense, car camping much morer convenient. ‘Course, they don’t make my type….a "Cox’ anymore….they were made in Grifton, NC. – Hide quoted text — Show quoted text – I’m shopping for a tent for car camping. I’m considering either Cabelas Truck Tent or the Alaknak tent (also from Cabelas). If anyone has experience with or opinions about these tents, or recommendations of other tents, I’m interested in hearing about them. — visit my web site: http://home.earthlink.net/~royalwulff/ something bogus to avoid spam)
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I fail to see how you can consider his god politically correct. The homophobia in the writing comes across loud and clear.
G’day Yerself Quentin I’m not so sure he is a he but *his* god, if indeed he is a he, is definitely he/she for it is written ..by he/she, and that makes it true doesn’t it? Reinventing the deity to fit the superstition is standard stuff of course and can’t be expected to meet with your approval or mine. Whoever wrote the thing is by definition homophobic and speaking from the other camp, no, no, no pun intended, oh, all right I’ve been working it in all along, I have to wonder about his/her friends, and how he/ she goes about categorically sorting them, I mean to say, would it be all right to be just a little bit gay? Sheila’s had her hair cut short better keep an eye on her, that voice, and Troy, well would you just look at her, ..sorry, carried away, it’s all these gay pals of mine cluttering up the prose synapses, and what about Mervyn the Moustache OK bad example but you know what I mean. The homophobia you have to live with my friend, its the homo sapiens phobia worries the shit out of me. See you in the war zone. — Robert
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I am the Voice of the Lord of the Cats i am the voice of the Dogs and the Rats And the Word of God you have now heard…..
You are the voice of a pig-ignorant wanker it seems to me but your pc god is a bit of a bastard so I better not say too much. You don’t fly-fish by any chance? No, no, of course you don’t, silly of me. Well, here’s to pain sunbeam, and keep taking the tablets. — Robert Maughan
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I am the Voice of the Lord of the Cats i am the voice of the Dogs and the Rats And the Word of God you have now heard….. You are the voice of a pig-ignorant wanker it seems to me but your pc god is a bit of a bastard so I better not say too much. You don’t fly-fish by any chance? No, no, of course you don’t, silly of me. Well, here’s to pain sunbeam, and keep taking the tablets. — Robert Maughan
G’day G’day Robert, I fail to see how you can consider his god politically correct. The homophobia in the writing comes across loud and clear. Life on Earth has evolved in such wondrous ways preceding by millions of years many of the tenants of nlp, such as "When something doesn’t work, do something else." "The element with the most flexibility ….etc " Consider this. Some species of mushrooms have thousands of sexes. This makes it easier for the wind bourn spores to find and engage another individual in sexual reproduction. For those who follow the path that creation by design implies a designer, denial of this sexual diversity is blasphemy. Denying the creation, denies the creator created. Tut tut. Quentin Grady ^ ^ / New Zealand, #,#< [ / / "… and the blind dog was leading."
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- Hide quoted text — Show quoted text – I fail to see how you can consider his god politically correct. The homophobia in the writing comes across loud and clear. G’day Yerself Quentin I’m not so sure he is a he but *his* god, if indeed he is a he, is definitely he/she for it is written ..by he/she, and that makes it true doesn’t it? Reinventing the deity to fit the superstition is standard stuff of course and can’t be expected to meet with your approval or mine. Whoever wrote the thing is by definition homophobic and speaking from the other camp, no, no, no pun intended, oh, all right I’ve been working it in all along, I have to wonder about his/her friends, and how he/ she goes about categorically sorting them, I mean to say, would it be all right to be just a little bit gay? Sheila’s had her hair cut short better keep an eye on her, that voice, and Troy, well would you just look at her, ..sorry, carried away, it’s all these gay pals of mine cluttering up the prose synapses, and what about Mervyn the Moustache OK bad example but you know what I mean. The homophobia you have to live with my friend, its the homo sapiens phobia worries the shit out of me. See you in the war zone. — Robert
Gosh, you ARE homophobianly gay! Worries you? Who thinks they have anything worth bringing to your attention to ‘worry you?" You flatter yourself darling. Mr. G./the Critic.
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Hate could not win, but fought at length, page 7 till near to death in Soul-reserves of strength (which "death" is far worse in Significance, than the relatively pleasant Transition from earth to here), the devils finally Submitted to our way, and Set himself even tries to help today. So be Inspired, and never get tired and work towards that final State which god for all has kept in wait : Eternal life beyond Orion’s star is not a dream, nor even so far; Tis the lotus of your heart which at This instant grows and is the only thing you`ll take, when you pass So make sure its facets are bright and clean, and the Flower within is fit to be seen. These features are, in you controlled by Moral decisions with such powers as you hold; your Mind in fact, is a shimmering light entrapped within the Physical plight you call a body and bury – rather than burn. Tis a bit strange, it sometimes seems to us that your self-Respect so dulled in sight oft thinks that "you" could be eaten by worm. Raise up your confidence ! improve your Goals ! "death" is but a lengthened sleep; In minor form you die each night so why think of it with so much fright ? From dust to dust, your body by Knum is raised then thrown but "you" go on from life to Life, until you`ve grown in Status enough to remember All just Who you were and why did you Fall, But great shocks are in store for the murderous heart who thinks that the Animals dont have a part. for most of the humans now alive if tracked back far enough thru the Hive, were once in Four-legged forms on earth and struggled like them to assert your worth. So watch your step with each love you abuse, the Quadrupeds are younger you’s. They have their rights, and Will be paid for all the misery that you’ve laid on their Route, no fault their own as trying to be like people, they’ve grown. Disgusting Race – its time you evolved page 8 The eating of animals, and sexual Mal-acts blood-lust and enslavement, were the primary facts put to the Gods by satan’s rage, and now its taking us many an Age to clean up the mess and restore THE PLAN; Anyway, – play your part and help us if you can. But if good advice you cannot see in what i say, youd better to throw your computers away your ’science’ books are naught but Mire, to minds that that refuse to see the higher purpose of their place in life. Enough for now, Return to Silence. meditate ….. I am the Voice of the Lord of the Cats i am the voice of the Dogs and the Rats And the Word of God you have now heard….. Think on this as you go to bed, and in the morning prepare to Reform or resign; change your job and Seek love’s Peace. Altho *some* experimentation can have proper purpose of course, the wholesale Butchery of this narration is beyond the Pale of moral toleration. More honour would be thine to sweep the streets, than to draw your salary from such Hideous behaviours as we have seen, but the prime Responsibility is with your Governments, so let them know – if your support is ours….. Aten Kaman, internet October 96 extract from the Book of Kamanism 1982 ALT.PAGAN, alt.religion.wicca, sci.philosophy.meta, alt.psychology.nlp, soc.religion.bahai, talk.origins, talk.philosophy.humanism, christnet.poetry,
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