Does One Holler B***S***T

[From MARS]

Or just walk away from a campfire when they think a story may be an exaggeration or outright fabrication? What is the accepted etiquette in the club? Am I going to look like a gullible boob if I just politely listen or quietly walk away when a story becomes unbelievable in my mind?

I just came back from a three day ride, and came here to get caught up on some of the threads I've been following. I see The Mother of All Mondays.... thread is now closed; a very appropriate response to what my mother would call very childish behavior on the part of some posters. So, that leads me to ask, "Is this how you would respond to a person's story if we are at a rally campfire?"

In life, I have learned to listen to what people say, but look closely at what they do. The two should match if they want to keep my respect. But, until I have absolute proof that someone is lying to me, I give them the respect that everyone is due. And even if I find out that they are, in fact, full of it, there is no need for me to call them on it unless the lie effects me in some way. It is enough for me to know that they are a liar. I don't need to tell them that they are lying; they already know that!

But, what if I accuse them of lying because my understanding of events was different from theirs and it turns out that I was wrong? There is very little chance I would get to know that person. And, if they have such interesting stories to tell that it makes me think they might be lying, then that's someone I would really like to get to know. I would lose my chance at a friendship.

So, am I going to look a gullible boob for reacting in this way at the next rally? Or should I stand up and holler, "B***S**T!"

Tom

[sudani]

Maybe you should sit back and laugh along with all the other people at the campfire. It's suppose to be a fun time ,and with beers in hand, usually full of over-the-top stories as the night wears on.

Getting upset about someone who lies, or questioning the tale.....isn't worth your time.

[KGT1200]

I sort of wish somebody would dog house the news, maybe NBC, CBS, FOX CNN, for a starter.

The news eats me alive..so tired of the bad news!

But untill they do,, I dog house em....lets see, where's my clicker?

I know I left it here somewhere..


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...here it is...... say "by by"* poof! it's all gone..to the dog house with em!

[tessler]

So, am I going to look a gullible boob for reacting in this way at the next rally? Or should I stand up and holler, "B***S**T!"You're not a gullible anything, Tom, but heck man, life's too short.

It's just a thread.

Maybe you should sit back and laugh along with all the other people at the campfire. It's suppose to be a fun time ,and with beers in hand, usually full of over-the-top stories as the night wears on.

Getting upset about someone who lies, or questioning the tale.....isn't worth your time.+1

Listen to Susan. She's got some sound advice. And some of the best I've read for not only Mondays, but the rest of the livelong week.

[rocketman]

I sort of wish somebody would dog house the news, maybe NBC, CBS, FOX CNN, for a starter.

The news eats me alive..so tired of the bad news!

But untill they do,, I dog house em....lets see, where's my clicker?

I know I left it here somewhere..


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...here it is...... say "by by"* poof! it's all gone..to the dog house with em!

If they (the news channels) ever join the forum I'll recommend you for a moderator and you can have at them! :lol

I figured JK deserved a chance to respond, after he did and said he was finished with it, there was nothing more to be gained so it was time to put it to bed.

some threads simply out live their usefulness, what was that originally about anyway? :scratch

RM

[BubbaZanetti]

would your call out the "bs-er" at a real campfire, or would you let it go?

not a call to defend yourself, just something to think about.

i'd probably not worry about it too much.

[crazydrummerdude]

I don't hang out with people like those that you are talking about.

The "look at me, look at me" cries for attention and the "my opinion is fact" nonsense is not welcome around my campfires. I've gotten to a point where if someone is shoving something in everyones faces that the MAJORITY don't care about, I'll tell them where to shove it.

In the words of one such character, "I talk the talk and walk the walk." :laugh

[wezul]

H - E - double toothpicks! That's half the fun of a campfire. Tall tales.
Get with the program!!!!

[KGT1200]

I had a close encounter with a huge fish one time in Horsetooth Reservoir- a deep canyon reservoir in Northern Colorado almost 140 ft. deep in places at full water in May. On the Northern end, there was an old rock quarry from the 1920s, and huge piles of sandstone rock tailing which saw daylight every fall when the low water level allowed, about 40 ft. lower than it was on this early spring day! I grew up floating this 1948 built lake, and knew every dive spot, and every place to set a hook!


The big Northern Pike in this cold water reservoir were known for taking out baby goslings floating behind their mother on the lake, so I judged one day, after a couple of Heinekens that if a person went to the pet store, and bought a few of the little baby chickens that didn’t make it, and then dropped them with a hunk of lead on a huge snelling hook down on top of several tailing piles in the now underwater quarry, and sort of jerked it along, I might get a bite!

After about 8 Heinekens down with my buddy Kenny keeping pace on the case of Heini's, tapping our toes to Jimmy Buffet on the stereo, floating along in the old Chris Craft, my rod suddenly doubled over, I hooked, and then listened to the squeal of the reel, hoping that the metal leader didn’t come loose!


One bit alright, as he broke the water, flipping a good 6 inches out of the water, then slapped down again, now my rod was pointing to his coordinates under the boat! This Fish was 7 Lbs, a good 30 inches if I ever saw one! I almost pissed myself right then and there!

I never saw him again my friends, he ended up wrapping up in the transom, and then rubbed the line in two! I spent all my spare time the next week or so drowning baby ducks with no more takers!

Tale or True?

You got one that we can judge ..."Tale or True"?

[Oldhway]

The trick is...

Smile and nod, smile and nod, smile and nod.

As long as everybody behaves nice, it's all cool.

There is another side though.

It's called baiting or trolling. When someone makes a statement because they know it's going to piss someone off and cause them to react. That can be very insideous and sometimes we don't know it's happening till we pop our own cork and then look at it later and wonder why we get so upset. The smarter someone is, the better at it they are. It takes an eqully astute person to see it and then just...

Smile and nod, smile and nod, smile and nod.

So in the end, the answer is the same. We shouldn't let ourselves get sucked in and get our shorts in a twist.

I don't personally care what folks want to say, as long as they say it with respect and consideration. I enjoy both a tall tale and hearing insider info about things I know little about. Sometimes it's impossible to tell which is which so I just..

Smile and nod, smile and nod, smile and nod.

The responsibility for the closing of the Mondays thread falls on a lot of people's shoulders. It had gotten a number of people riled up, acting in ways they usually wouldn't, and getting themselves in trouble. It wasn't closed for the content, it was closed because it turned into a pissing match. And for that reason, I think Rocketman made the right call.

So if any of us don't like something that someone else here posts, we don't have to take it upon ourselves to right that wrong. If it's against the guidelines, hit the mod call button and we'll take a look, that's why we get the big bucks. (We do get the big bucks eventually, right?) Alot of these threads are mostly opinions anyway, and you know what they say about opinions, everybody has one but.... well you know.

My thoughts on the matter anyway. Now I think I will sit back and just....

Smile and nod, smile and nod, smile and nod.... off to sleep for the night. I promise to try not to drool on my pillow.

[From MARS]

It is heartening to see that most think like me; let it go. Let it go in one ear and out the other, that is.

Steve's technique of "smile and nod" works for me. I'm a cheap drunk. After a couple of beers, I'm all smiles until I nod off.:bolt ('course Red's fishing stories about the "one that got away" may get me to nod off before I drink the beer.:stick)

Tom

[jdmetzger]

would your call out the "bs-er" at a real campfire, or would you let it go?

not a call to defend yourself, just something to think about.

i'd probably not worry about it too much.

:nod

Personally, if I don't like the discussion at a campfire I wander off to another campfire, and if that doesn't work I go to bed. :)

[KGT1200]

('course Red's fishing stories about the "one that got away" may get me to nod off before I drink the beer.:stick)

Tom

I hoped the story helped! Enough venom in this campfire forum over the last 24 hours to make the most stalwart poster get away....

[rocketman]

The trick is...

Smile and nod, smile and nod, smile and nod.




Ha Ha! Funny but in the last two years I've become very good at that with having lost hearing in one ear, often the other one is so overwhelmed by background noise (since I can't turn my head to filter it out) that many times in high noise areas with a lot of background I can't make out what people right next to me are saying, so...........


I just smile and nod smile and nod....

seems to work just fine! :rocker


wasn't closed for the content, it was closed because it turned into a pissing match



Well damn, I Knew I had good reason! thanks for finding it! Ha Ha!



RM

[rocketman]

I had a close encounter with a huge fish one time in Horsetooth Reservoir- a deep canyon reservoir in Northern Colorado almost 140 ft. deep in places at full water in May. On the Northern end, there was an old rock quarry from the 1920s, and huge piles of sandstone rock tailing which saw daylight every fall when the low water level allowed, about 40 ft. lower than it was on this early spring day! I grew up floating this 1948 built lake, and knew every dive spot, and every place to set a hook!


The big Northern Pike in this cold water reservoir were known for taking out baby goslings floating behind their mother on the lake, so I judged one day, after a couple of Heinekens that if a person went to the pet store, and bought a few of the little baby chickens that didn’t make it, and then dropped them with a hunk of lead on a huge snelling hook down on top of several tailing piles in the now underwater quarry, and sort of jerked it along, I might get a bite!

After about 8 Heinekens down with my buddy Kenny keeping pace on the case of Heini's, tapping our toes to Jimmy Buffet on the stereo, floating along in the old Chris Craft, my rod suddenly doubled over, I hooked, and then listened to the squeal of the reel, hoping that the metal leader didn’t come loose!


One bit alright, as he broke the water, flipping a good 6 inches out of the water, then slapped down again, now my rod was pointing to his coordinates under the boat! This Fish was 7 Lbs, a good 30 inches if I ever saw one! I almost pissed myself right then and there!

I never saw him again my friends, he ended up wrapping up in the transom, and then rubbed the line in two! I spent all my spare time the next week or so drowning baby ducks with no more takers!

Tale or True?

You got one that we can judge ..."Tale or True"?

So, in another ten years it will be what? 20 lbs and 60 inches? :laugh
(or is that an under-estimate? I know the fish I've cought have gotten bigger, meaner and longer over the years :lol)

RM

[PAULBACH]

:nod

Personally, if I don't like the discussion at a campfire I wander off to another campfire, and if that doesn't work I go to bed. :)

True wisdom grasshopper. An that way you get up early and get the worm. Not sure why anyone would want a worm in the early morning but it works for robins.

Two months until the BIG Gig - now that is worth getting up early for.

[PAULBACH]

One bit alright, as he broke the water, flipping a good 6 inches out of the water, then slapped down again, now my rod was pointing to his coordinates under the boat! This Fish was 7 Lbs, a good 30 inches if I ever saw one! I almost pissed myself right then and there!

There is a lot redclfco does not mention.

They measure fish differently in Minnesota. I know my brother-in-law is an avid fisherman in Minnesota and he let me in on the ways of folks from the land of 10000 lakes.

7 inches is the distance between the eyes.

7 lbs is the weight of the digital image.

Such a fish tends to be large which is why it only got six inches out of the water.

Anything more than that why a tsunami could be generated which would reach just below the antennas on the Sears building in Chicago. :bottle

[From MARS]

I had a close encounter with a huge fish one time in Horsetooth Reservoir- a deep canyon reservoir in Northern Colorado almost 140 ft. deep in places at full water in May. On the Northern end, there was an old rock quarry from the 1920s, and huge piles of sandstone rock tailing which saw daylight every fall when the low water level allowed, about 40 ft. lower than it was on this early spring day! I grew up floating this 1948 built lake, and knew every dive spot, and every place to set a hook!


The big Northern Pike in this cold water reservoir were known for taking out baby goslings floating behind their mother on the lake, so I judged one day, after a couple of Heinekens that if a person went to the pet store, and bought a few of the little baby chickens that didn’t make it, and then dropped them with a hunk of lead on a huge snelling hook down on top of several tailing piles in the now underwater quarry, and sort of jerked it along, I might get a bite!

After about 8 Heinekens down with my buddy Kenny keeping pace on the case of Heini's, tapping our toes to Jimmy Buffet on the stereo, floating along in the old Chris Craft, my rod suddenly doubled over, I hooked, and then listened to the squeal of the reel, hoping that the metal leader didn’t come loose!


One bit alright, as he broke the water, flipping a good 6 inches out of the water, then slapped down again, now my rod was pointing to his coordinates under the boat! This Fish was 7 Lbs, a good 30 inches if I ever saw one! I almost pissed myself right then and there!

I never saw him again my friends, he ended up wrapping up in the transom, and then rubbed the line in two! I spent all my spare time the next week or so drowning baby ducks with no more takers!

Tale or True?

You got one that we can judge ..."Tale or True"?

While sailing down thru the Bahamas, we would drag a "feather jig" on a stainless steel leader attached to a 500lb breaking strength line hoping to catch dinner. I would wrap the line around one of the winches in the cockpit to act as a "break" if a fish hit. Shortly after leaving the "Bond Cave" anchorage, heading for Georgetown, Exumas, we had a 4' Dorado (Mahi-Mahi) hit the jig. Before I could get the boat stopped to fight the fish, the hook broke! It was really a relief. What the heck would I do with a fish that big anyway? Neither my cockpit nor my frying pan could hold it.

Besides, we were short on vodka. Vodka is poured in the gills to subdue the fish and acts as a marinade. Clubbing them to death meant hours of cleaning blood off the decks. We only had enough to subdue a small tuna, so we would have had a big problem if we had landed him.

True or tale?
Tom

[Visian]

W...we had a 4' Dorado (Mahi-Mahi) hit the jig.

i call bullsh*t!

mahi-mahi are dolphin.


now then, a story about searching for florida lobster.

my dad would let out a rope from the back of our boat, and i would hang on and he moved the boat slowly forward. if i spotted a lobster, i would dive down and bag it.

now then, until several fins appeared in the water following his son, it didn't occur to my dad that he was trolling for sharks.

i walked on water that day. :nod

ian

on edit: well, ahem.... :blush it appears that *some* people call dolphin (aka pompano) dorado, according to wikipedia. (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mahi-mahi)

[From MARS]

i call bullsh*t!

mahi-mahi are dolphin.


now then, a story about searching for florida lobster.

my dad would let out a rope from the back of our boat, and i would hang on and he moved the boat slowly forward. if i spotted a lobster, i would dive down and bag it.

now then, until several fins appeared in the water following his son, it didn't occur to my dad that he was trolling for sharks.

i walked on water that day. :nod

ian

on edit: well, ahem.... :blush it appears that *some* people call dolphin (aka pompano) dorado, according to wikipedia. (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mahi-mahi)

We used the same technique to "hunt" rock lobster down in Key West. My buddy was so good at it I got iodine poisoning after making a glutton of myself. After hours of "chumming" off the back of the boat, I vowed to never eat another rock lobster. Now, Maine lobsters are a whole 'nother story.

Tom

[The_Veg]

I use vodka to marinade myself, you never know when you could be a meal for a cannibal on the forum.

Vodka is for 14-year-olds and other amateurs. I prefer Scotch. :bottle

[tessler]

Vodka is for 14-year-olds and other amateurs. I prefer Scotch. :bottle
Vodka makes it last longer :)

http://www.wineterroirs.com/images/2007/09/03/wn_rus_zhirinovsky_vodka.jpg

[Oldhway]

Vodka makes it last longer :)

http://www.wineterroirs.com/images/2007/09/03/wn_rus_zhirinovsky_vodka.jpg

Vodka makes what last longer :blush ?

[tessler]

Vodka makes what last longer :blush ?
Consciousness :ha

(I think that was a quote from the great Foster Brooks....)

[rocketman]

Consciousness :ha

(I think that was a quote from the great Foster Brooks....)

but isn't that what vodka is supposed to "cure"? Ha Ha!

RM

[jdmetzger]

Vodka makes it last longer :)

http://www.wineterroirs.com/images/2007/09/03/wn_rus_zhirinovsky_vodka.jpg

Nice vodka collection, comrade... :D

[sudani]

I don't have to fib about my fishing tale...she was huge!
34 in and 20lbs of delicious salmon stuffed with caviar.

:eat

[Mika]

This thread is making me hungry and even though I am thirsty the sun is not over the yardarm yet.

Where’s a moderator when you need one?

:eat :drink :ha

[Oldhway]

But John, it's five o'clock somewhere!:drink

[Mika]

:D

Thanks, I knew there was a good reason to ask for a moderator. :bolt


:beer

[KGT1200]

I don't have to fib about my fishing tale...she was huge!
34 in and 20lbs of delicious salmon stuffed with caviar.

:eat

here, here, mine is no fib, it's true! I lost the best Northern I"will ever hook on a transom of ship named "Chriscraft Blue...

[Oldhway]

:D

Thanks, I knew there was a good reason to ask for a moderator. :bolt


:beer

Moderators believe in moderation in all things including moderation therefor we try to moderate as moderately as possible....

I know, seems kinda extreme to me too. I think I'll go back to work now, moderately.

[sudani]

Moderators believe in moderation in all things including moderation therefor we try to moderate as moderately as possible....

Sounds reasonable to me. :blush

[BeemerMike]

I wasn't aware vodka was used for dating in Texas.

It's not. Tequila. :nod

But then, by his own admission, The Veg is not really a Texan. ;)

[hlothery]

I once sailed in a regatta which required three crew minimum. I listed me, my first mate, and Jose Cuervo. We finished last. :bottle :D

[tessler]

But then, by his own admission, The Veg is not really a Texan. ;)But he's soon to be a non-Georgian too! :laugh

[BeemerMike]

I once sailed in a regatta which required three crew minimum. I listed me, my first mate, and Jose Cuervo. We finished last. :bottle :D

Well, THAT'S your problem. When sailing, the third crew member is always Captain Morgan! :D

[Oldhway]

Well, THAT'S your problem. When sailing, the third crew member is always Captain Morgan! :D

No wonder I always did poorly. I always sailed with my Uncle Jack Daniels.

[hlothery]

No wonder I always did poorly. I always sailed with my Uncle Jack Daniels.

I know Jack.....:drink




:D

[sudani]

Now I know why I'm the only person to post a picture of my catch!
:drink :bolt

[From MARS]

I know Jack.....:drink




:D

I have a brother named Jack. We were down in Houston, this one time, and riding the bus around downtown just to do a little sightseeing. Suddenly, Jack started getting carsick. Stupid me! I called out to the bus driver, "Driver! Driver! Stop the bus and let my brother, Jack, off."

Hey Hugh, did you know my brother?:drink

Tom

[Oldhway]

I have a brother named Jack. We were down in Houston, this one time, and riding the bus around downtown just to do a little sightseeing. Suddenly, Jack started getting carsick. Stupid me! I called out to the bus driver, "Driver! Driver! Stop the bus and let my brother, Jack, off."

Hey Hugh, did you know my brother?:drink

Tom

Hi Jack!

I believe Tom, that your thread has been hijacked by a bunch of wanna be inebriates.

Now where were we?

Thats right, do you yell fire in a cr... , no that wasn't it, oh hell:drink , bottoms up.

[rocketman]

I know Jack.....:drink




:D

I always heard it as....

I Don't know Jack........


but then

I don't know Jack so.....:lol

RM

[rocketman]

This thread is making me hungry and even though I am thirsty the sun is not over the yardarm yet.

Where’s a moderator when you need one?

:eat :drink :ha

Hmmm well according the rule book I have, there is nothing covering inciting others to hunger.....


now baiting on the other hand, is clearly spelled out and fishing definitely involves baiting so.......

I think its time for a drink.......and a fish fry.......all in moderation of course....


RM

[hlothery]

I have a brother named Jack. We were down in Houston, this one time, and riding the bus around downtown just to do a little sightseeing. Suddenly, Jack started getting carsick. Stupid me! I called out to the bus driver, "Driver! Driver! Stop the bus and let my brother, Jack, off."

Hey Hugh, did you know my brother?:drink

Tom



:rofl :rofl :rofl :rofl :rofl :rofl :rofl :rofl

[The_Veg]

But then, by his own admission, The Veg is not really a Texan. ;)

Correct. I just live here.

[From MARS]

:rofl :rofl :rofl :rofl :rofl :rofl :rofl :rofl

I'm soooo glad you enjoyed that little joke!

I have to give credit to my good friend and mentor, Dr. Percy "Corky" Reed. He's the one that got me into BMW's and was the first person I ever heard use that joke. If they have the internet in Heaven, he's probably laughing right along with us.

Tom

[hlothery]

I'm soooo glad you enjoyed that little joke!

I have to give credit to my good friend and mentor, Dr. Percy "Corky" Reed. He's the one that got me into BMW's and was the first person I ever heard use that joke. If they have the internet in Heaven, he's probably laughing right along with us.

Tom

I'm wondering if your brother was cloned........I think I know several of him!:D :laugh

[will3hawks]

First of all, where did you find a real campfire in this litigation ridden country? (it drives me crazy that the only rally that I have found in 9 years where there was a campfire was the Yankee Beemers rally in 2005).

Secondly, perhaps this will help you sort things out;

PASS THE WHISKEY, THE FIRST LIAR DOESN'T STAND A CHANCE!!

[From MARS]

First of all, where did you find a real campfire in this litigation ridden country? (it drives me crazy that the only rally that I have found in 9 years where there was a campfire was the Yankee Beemers rally in 2005).

Secondly, perhaps this will help you sort things out;

PASS THE WHISKEY, THE FIRST LIAR DOESN'T STAND A CHANCE!!

Anytime you want a campfire to tell lies around, you just let me know. Ride on over, and we'll build one.:thumb But, just in case you can't make it, let me tell you about my limited experience in the milling business. Grist mills, that is. We sold stone ground wheat flour and corn meal both at the retail level and to the tortilla factories in San Antonio.

This all started cause one of my buddies decided he wanted to raise wheat on his 400 acre spread down in Texas. The fact that we were too far south to effectively do that didn't deter him any. He was the kind of guy that, if something struck his fancy, he did it. So, being as how I was his friend and not otherwise engaged at the time, I decided to help him. We gathered up a group of like-minded individuals (single guys out to have a good time) and formed "Brazos Bottom Mills". So named, 'cause we were located in the Brazos River bottom. He was CEO, and I was President. The other guys were "outside salesmen". We set up shop in this big barn on the property, and did pretty good. We bought some wheat and six 30" grist mills and started milling. The salesmen were selling everything we could mill. Times were good.

Every Friday, we'd have these meetings where ideas would get batted around. Realize that most of the ideas were "smoke" induced, and therefore, quite suspect. But from one of these meeting there came a great idea. The local fair and barbeque contest was coming up, and we wanted some publicity, so we decided to have a beauty contest. It was to be called, "The Miss Brazos Bottom Beauty Pageant" and, naturally, we would judge bottoms. Fully clothed, of course, in tight fitting jeans or shorts. After all, this was a family event.

Now, for a beauty pageant to be successful, one needs contestants. Contestants need incentive to compete. So, we put up a prize of $200, and had cards printed to hand out to prospective finalist that read, "You are a finalist in the Miss Brazos Bottom Beauty Pageant. First Prize: $200.00" and gave the time and place. We, all of us single guys, started handing them out at the local dances. College Station, TX, the home of Texas A&M, was only 20 miles away and home to thousands of lovely, young ladies. The first printing, 500 cards, were gone in three weeks. We printed more!

The weekend of the fair rolled around. We pulled into our little spot and started cooking barbeque, drinking beer, passing out more "finalist" cards, and creating quite a stir. Some may have even said that we were having "too much fun", but to a bunch of early thirty-somethings, there is no such thing!

Anyway, Saturday afternoon rolls around, and it is time for the "pageant" to begin. We stacked up a couple of hay bales and invited all who wished to compete for the title to climb up on the hay and show everybody what they had in the way of a "bottom". One after another, the ladies (notice I didn't say "young ladies") climbed up on those bales of hay and turned their bottoms towards the crowd and bowed. It was a little slow, at first, but as the crowd got into the judging, by hoops and hollers and whistles and all kinds of noises, things began to pick up. We had contestants ranging in age from 3 to well over 80 and all shapes and sizes in line to compete. (Card carrying "finalist" had head of the line privileges.)

Pretty soon, the crowd of "judges" had grown quite large. In fact, the fair organizers come over to ask just how long this would be going on since all of the hay hauling contestants and most of the spectators were busy watching the beauty pageant. We honestly had no clue how long it would go on. We must have had 50 ladies in line to compete, and more kept coming. I think we would have been lynched had we denied them the opportunity to stand on those bales. But, we did announce that everybody that had signed up for the hay hauling event should go compete. I heard that there were records set that day to get finished.

The judging continued on into the night. It was almost time for the dance to begin before a clear winner was found. This absolutely gorgeous 17 yo blonde (who was accompanied by her father) climbed up on the bales. She was wearing blue jeans, a white ruffled shirt, cowboy boots, and a three-quarters length mink coat. The coat was masking what was to be judged. When this was pointed out to the young lady, she turned, very slowly, and put her back to the crowd. Then, in one smooth motion, she flipped that coat down under her buns and struck a pose that, had it been captured on film, would have gotten her on the cover of magazines around the world.

The crowd went nuts! She was clearly "THE WINNER".

After that weekend, everything was different. There was no way we would ever top the beauty pageant, and my buddy finally figured out that you really can't grow wheat that far south in Texas ' cause of the humidity. So, we closed up shop, sold the mills, and moved on to new adventures.

This is a true story!

Tom

[hlothery]

And a fantastic story it was! Man, there ain't nothing like Texas!


"I wanna go home with the armadillo,
Good country music from Amarillo and Abilene,
The friendliest people and the prettiest women you've ever seen"

-"London Homesick Blues" by Gary P. Nunn