Windthrown we aint in San Diego anymore. And the rifle you got there that thing is butt ugly. Where's the wood? It looks like some kind dinosaur fishing lure. Just needs a couple feathers .
So I been sick with the flu and a cold at the same time here for about a week. Gypo let us off for the Fourth so I spent a few days in Big Sur. Man, that place is dusty with this drought they got goin on. We got bear problems there too. Garbage bears. I'm heading to the Sierras on Sunday to wrestle with more bears. Garbage bears.
Windy I know you been worrying about someone breaking into camp and stealing stuff. Well if finally happened cepting it didn't work out so well for the thieves. I guess they saw our equipment and camp and all and felt sorry for us. They left a couple old yellow chainsaws, 5 gallons of gas, and couple rolls of haywire. They even left a 20 dollar bill on the bar. By the puddle of vomit outside they musta tried to drink some of Gypo's homebrew and ate some donuts. Poor bastards.
You all heard about the bears breaking into the bunkhouse right? Broke in around midnight. Scared the hell out of everyone but Northman. He didn't even wake up till one of the bears threw a bucket of water on the bed. Well I'll tell you, all hell broke loose. We all ran away (John opened the bar) and stayed away till the noise stopped. After awhile Northy and the bears came over to the bar (that's when we all ran away a second time) and one of the bears started pouring drinks. I swear the other one was playing the piano. Come morning the two bears were walking slowly back to the woods. One was holding his head an the other had to stop and throw up every few steps. We found Northy asleep in that cave behind the bar.
Doc HS said he'd go out and look in on the bears. Him being our veterinarian/proctologist/barber/surgeon and him having all those diplomas on the wall I figured he'd be OK. He tracked the bears by their vomit trail. When he found one puddle of vomit where the bear puked up a caulked boot he proclaimed the bear must surely be feeling better and came back to camp. I never seen Doc drink so early in the day.
Bob has been working the Stearman pretty hard. He loaded the tank with Gypo's homebrew and sprayed a bunch of hippies who were picking wildflowers. Bob was painting more little sick figures on the side of his plane the last time I saw him.
The County sent a telegram saying they're sending in an inspector as soon as they get their new MRAP. Bunch of sissies. They run away at the first sound of gunfire. I told them if they hear the gunfire the bullet wasn't meant for them. Nate's donut launcher took out their back window at 300 yards. Good shootin Nate, new record. (Bitzer dropping that tree in the road doesn't help.)
Stand by, more to follow. (Remember, don't shoot Northman even by accident)
2dogs
So I been sick with the flu and a cold at the same time here for about a week. Gypo let us off for the Fourth so I spent a few days in Big Sur. Man, that place is dusty with this drought they got goin on. We got bear problems there too. Garbage bears. I'm heading to the Sierras on Sunday to wrestle with more bears. Garbage bears.
Windy I know you been worrying about someone breaking into camp and stealing stuff. Well if finally happened cepting it didn't work out so well for the thieves. I guess they saw our equipment and camp and all and felt sorry for us. They left a couple old yellow chainsaws, 5 gallons of gas, and couple rolls of haywire. They even left a 20 dollar bill on the bar. By the puddle of vomit outside they musta tried to drink some of Gypo's homebrew and ate some donuts. Poor bastards.
You all heard about the bears breaking into the bunkhouse right? Broke in around midnight. Scared the hell out of everyone but Northman. He didn't even wake up till one of the bears threw a bucket of water on the bed. Well I'll tell you, all hell broke loose. We all ran away (John opened the bar) and stayed away till the noise stopped. After awhile Northy and the bears came over to the bar (that's when we all ran away a second time) and one of the bears started pouring drinks. I swear the other one was playing the piano. Come morning the two bears were walking slowly back to the woods. One was holding his head an the other had to stop and throw up every few steps. We found Northy asleep in that cave behind the bar.
Doc HS said he'd go out and look in on the bears. Him being our veterinarian/proctologist/barber/surgeon and him having all those diplomas on the wall I figured he'd be OK. He tracked the bears by their vomit trail. When he found one puddle of vomit where the bear puked up a caulked boot he proclaimed the bear must surely be feeling better and came back to camp. I never seen Doc drink so early in the day.
Bob has been working the Stearman pretty hard. He loaded the tank with Gypo's homebrew and sprayed a bunch of hippies who were picking wildflowers. Bob was painting more little sick figures on the side of his plane the last time I saw him.
The County sent a telegram saying they're sending in an inspector as soon as they get their new MRAP. Bunch of sissies. They run away at the first sound of gunfire. I told them if they hear the gunfire the bullet wasn't meant for them. Nate's donut launcher took out their back window at 300 yards. Good shootin Nate, new record. (Bitzer dropping that tree in the road doesn't help.)
Stand by, more to follow. (Remember, don't shoot Northman even by accident)
2dogs
