Engorgeous George

Rarely. Not in the last 40 years or so except when introducing my kids and grandkids to fishing. Walleye do love shinners and leaches. Where I fish now is mostly for trout and jig heads with a bit of a tail on there seems to get them to rise if you present it to the same fish two or three times. Love the A River Runs Through It reference.

First an undersized truck and now a spinning rod. Why don't I just shout it from the hills?

Fly guys always look at me in disgust with my spinning rod.

But it sounds like all they were seeking was justice. I suppose it is just possible that their definition of jsutice might be controversial.

That's going to be a no for me but I don't judge if others might go there. I just find that boy a P-I-G- pig though he also resembles a zit.

I just read an article about the Free Masons and the Klan. the article staterd the Klan frequently met at masonic lodges and that the membership between the two in some areas was a unified set.

Do you recommend any one over the others?

Depends, are we talking a young Elvis or a current day Jack Black? I know I have been accused of slurping Aaron Rodgers' lickin stick in the past, but that was not literally true.

Many convicts and Greek sailors disagree.

When I first s\zaw Racquel Welch in one Million years B.C. in 1966. Heavily confirmed for me during the Ann Margaret T.V. special, 1969.

Love that corner of the state. Ouray was advertising for a town attorney maybe two years back. Some search firm headhunter tried to get me to apply. I would have loved it. My wife, on the other hand, likes being on the front range. She won. I took a pretty decent sized elk out of Bayfield 15 years ago. I like skiing Telluride. The Animus is fun and is coming back for fishing, a bit, after its poisoning a few years back. I still would not eat anything out of it. At least it has stopped running yellow and is back to blue.

I've been blissfully unaware of this influencer. I do not seek to be influenced, nor do i need influencing. If this person has an audience, good for him i suppose. Whether him having an audience is good for the nation or the world depends on his message, which I am unfamiliar with. Life is short. I beleive i will spend time planning my summer kayaking instead of acquainting myself with this fedllow. My wife is getting me a new jackson Zen 3 for my birthday. She thinks i don't know. I just know she wants to keep me from backpack rafting alone up in the high country. She wants me back on more well traveled waters like the Blue, the Fraser, the Colorado and the Poudre and sometimes the Arkansas. She thinks this will do the trick. I am certain she will insist I staqy out of Gore Canyon. One of my niece's friends, an experienced guide, died there last season. My wife need not worry, that canyon is far too technical for this fat old man.

Very nice.

Never got into rock crawling. Sure I have been up and over old stage coach and gold camp road back when they were not maintained like they are now. And over some gravel passes like Slumgullion or Guanella Pass in search of some elk, camping, and some whitewater shoots to run. The thought of driving things like the Steps, knowing the surface might slip or that a tire might blow at an inopportune time, well lets just say that is not for me.

What about pickup trucks? I drive a Frontier having downsized from a Ram 1500. My Frontier does not have a full lift but I have had a leveling kit installed which has lifted it some. Does this information help predict my weiner size or would it just be easier to know i am Irish?

Don't know much about his physical stature but he seems pretty fit.

Will there be gratuitous female nudity?

I don't enjoy scree. Frankly once above the tree line, except for a few meadows and ponds, I have not enjoyed the hikes up 14ers. Lots of 14ers just seem like scree fests to me. The last 14er I did was 10 years now this summeer. The only reason I went is my BIL asked to have his ashes spread up there. His wife, brother and sister were to do it but the brother and his wife, my wife's sister, were unable to do it for medical reasons so my wife asked me to accompany his sister to spread him out. I have enjoyed exploring some of the 10th Mountian Division trails and cabins. Last year I dipped my toe into backpack rafting. I enjoyed that but was lucky I did not come to a poor ending. At my age I need to be aware of my limitations, that I am not the man I once was. Unsupported trips are always ill advised, at my age quadrupely so, yet I did two anyhow. I did some unscheduled swimming. I doubt I will get above 11,000 feet again unless I am driving or sitting on a lift or in a gondola. You mentioned Durago. Great area. Rivers, Mountains, Anasazi ruins just miles away. Some wonderful biking opportunites nearby.

Didn't he use to be a gay cowboy?

Pleased to meet you, hope you guess my name.

Trashcan man?

Well in that case any objections would be up to my Dad. Unless it was my wife and you thought she was my mom in which case I don't like what you are implying Mister. Where is that damn glove so I can smack you in the face and challenge you to a duel, right after my nap time.

I'm going to watch. I'll be rooting for the Lions fans to have a memorable day. I'll be betting the 49ers. They ahve too many weapons for the back end of the Lions defense.

I want to know what the hell you were doing kissing my wife!

I am recovering a memory from 1978. I was in New York for the first time, a wide-eyed impressionable youth from the midwest. Of course maybe the wide-eyed thing was because I was tripping balls. I was in an upscale Manhattan Department store. I was approached by Donald Trump. He forced me into a changing room, pressed up against me so hard I had a bent mushroom shaped bruise on my thigh and he kissed me, nonconsensually and very much unwelcomed. His breath smelled of Big Macs and Good and Plenty. His hair smelled of Dippity Doo and he was wearing both Old Spice and Hi Karate aftershave. It was all too much. While kissing me he thrust his index finger of his left hand down my pants and into my anus. The pain was bad becasue he had a hangnail on that finger. I think it was deliberate as his other nails were all well manicured. He left saying only one word. Covfefe. I think I will sue. I and my dog Flushed Labia could use some financial relief. We are coming you monster. We are coming for you and for justice.