GloryDaze Posted February 29, 2012 Posted February 29, 2012 Not sure about what you all think, but when he begins to talk about floating in the winter............. that blonde chick is hot! Follow me on Twitter @DazeGlory
ness Posted February 29, 2012 Posted February 29, 2012 Not sure about what you all think, but when he begins to talk about floating in the winter............. that blonde chick is hot! Yeah, but you're letting the hairdo convince you she's of legal age. I bet she's about 12, perv. John
Gavin Posted February 29, 2012 Posted February 29, 2012 No worries...she's probably a grandmother by now.
grizwilson Posted February 29, 2012 Posted February 29, 2012 Offered to buy my wife one of those hats! “If a cluttered desk is a sign, of a cluttered mind, of what then, is an empty desk a sign?”- Albert Einstein
Members chubminner Posted March 6, 2012 Members Posted March 6, 2012 I miss whippoorwills. Have not heard any in several years.
Al Agnew Posted March 7, 2012 Posted March 7, 2012 I've heard one or two in the last couple of years, but yeah, I really miss listening to the whippoorwills on warm nights with the windows open at the house, let alone on a gravel bar on the river...except when one would land in a tree right over the tent, so close you could hear the little "click" at the beginning of the call, and sit there and call steadily for an hour. Then it made me wish I had a shotgun along. One of the worst nights I ever spent on a gravel bar was when there were two whippoorwills that close for much of the night, AND a backwater a few yards away where what sounded like a thousand assorted frogs were having a real orgy. After that night, I made sure never to camp on a bar with a backwater next to it again.
Brian Jones Posted March 12, 2012 Posted March 12, 2012 That was fun. Interesting seeing the old gear, the rangefinder camera, etc. And, who hasn't sat around the campfire with a gasoline lantern singing 'This Land is My Land'? Reminds me of watching films in gradeschool. Yep. First time I remember watching this was in Richard Smith's biology class in '89. I was already addicted to the river and was abslutely mesmerized by the film. Film was as good as it was the first time I watched it.
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