shawn
Junior Member
My sons and I...Reno Hill June 26th 2006
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Post by shawn on Jun 20, 2007 22:44:06 GMT -6
Very nice pics...looks like fun
Shawn
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Post by Montana Bab on Jun 22, 2007 21:05:58 GMT -6
TreasureDude,
I let my curiosity get the best of me and checked out BANNED's website, and was amazed to see that he had included your video of Fred standing on Weir Point!
See? He knows good taste when he sees it!
Bab
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Post by Treasuredude on Jun 23, 2007 6:34:15 GMT -6
Now that's interesting. I didn't know that. Thanks for the tip, Bab.
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Post by fred on Jun 24, 2007 12:19:30 GMT -6
Ah-h, friends! I have a host of friends!
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Post by harpskiddie on Jun 24, 2007 15:06:29 GMT -6
Freddy the Weasel:
Never mind that **** - what I want to know is how close you came to bopping Richard Fox.
Gordie, Mabel, get the sump pump running, Fred's about to spout off again................................
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Post by Treasuredude on Jul 5, 2007 19:27:24 GMT -6
Come on guys... Fred, bubbabod, and myself can't be the only ones who have taken pictures at LBH this year. Where are the photos from anniversary weekend?
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Post by Tricia on Jul 6, 2007 11:49:49 GMT -6
TD--
I was too busy and too hot working LSH. Perhaps Melani would have some? She stayed an extra day.
--t.
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Post by Melani on Jul 6, 2007 12:10:31 GMT -6
Yes, and I'll try to sort through them tonight. I will have to send them to Diane for posting, since I am a technological idiot and don't want to mess up the board by doing it wrong.
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Post by fred on Jul 6, 2007 12:43:31 GMT -6
If any of you want to see pictures of everything or anything seen by anyone in the Custer column on 25Jun1876, I just about have the entire route-- from Davis Creek to Deep Ravine-- fully covered and notated. Some of the perspectives are pretty good and many are quite surprising.
There's only one problem: I have no clue how to post them, anywhere.
Best wishes, Fred. (aka Weasel Fred... to my friends, of course)
PS-- And thank you Montana. At least I know you and Diane will be with me when we check out that Bluegrass group of 20 or so at the Occidental Hotel in Buffalo. All those other wieners chickened out. They went back to their li'l ol' motel rooms to drink Bud Lite while The Weasel closed the old Oxy down over some loud cheers and some serious suds. FCW
PPS-- Plus, I have the greatest picture of Treasuredude, holding GAC's personal guidon atop Weir "Loaf"... It is a gem!
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Post by Treasuredude on Jul 6, 2007 19:06:29 GMT -6
Bud Lite? Don't let Michael or Max hear you say that!
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Post by Montana Bab on Jul 7, 2007 9:05:30 GMT -6
Fred (Weasel??)
I for one would LOVE to hear about your interchanges with Richard Fox. I know that would fill one heck of an article! Wish I could have been there to hear the bluegrass, since I'm down here in real bluegrass country. Would love to hear bluegrass from Montana! Guess that Montana 'twang' (I never lost mine) would help!
Dude, Hey! What's wrong with Bud Lite??? Living in "Bud country" has made a believer outa me! Try it---you'd like it!
Montana
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Post by bubbabod on Jul 7, 2007 10:56:35 GMT -6
Dude, Hey! What's wrong with Bud Lite??? Living in "Bud country" has made a believer outa me! Try it---you'd like it!
Montana Montna, Oh, my Gawd! Don't let FullSail read that statement? This guy is such a beeer snob, he UPS'd three cases of beer to our motel in Hardin so we wouldn't have to drink Bud Lite! And we're glad he did. A great time was had by all. If I can remember how to post pictures here, I'll post a picture of the flyer of the Blue Grass group Fred watched.
Frankus de los Carlsbad
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Post by fred on Jul 7, 2007 20:07:49 GMT -6
Montana--
When I get back to Florida I'll give you a description of our three days with Fox. It was fascinating, to say the least.
As for the Blue grass business, it was almost as interesting. We were in Buffalo, Wyoming, and there is this old, 19th-century hotel there called the Occidental. The 6 of us went to dinner-- a Thursday evening-- and dined on buffalo steaks (I think ol' Bubbabod had pork chops if you can believe it; pork chops in Wyoming! It's like asking for chow mein in Venice). Anyway, we finished a delightful dinner, and began making our way through the warren of rooms to the bar and the front entrance. Amid the din of semi-comatose cackling, I heard the "plunk-twang-plunk" of some rather strange music and decided to check it out, especially since it didn't seem to come from the wind-up Victrola this place certainly had to have had.
My 5 stalwart buddies decided to desert The Weasel for a little sleepy-time in the local Nigresso, so I worked my way along the bar, got myself a pint of the local brew and sat down with 3 other people amid a growing crowd in the back of the saloon. Seated there were a group of about 12 or 13 people, formed up in a semi-circle, facing one tall drink of water with a cowboy hat the size of Rhode Island perched atop his dome. The "plunk-twang-plunk" actually began to take some sort of musical form (I'm a Beethoven man myself) and as each one in the semi-circle completed his little number, Rhode Island would get up and move the mike to the next person. One of the performers/singers was this little old gal, who, seated on her folding chair, looked a little like the Michelin tire-boy. She played a guitar as big as she was and when she belted out "Jambalaya," I thought the roof was gonna cave in. The fellow next to her was as old as Methuselah and when he began his yodeling, I thought I'd die. The banjo fellow was next, and after him was a guy playing some sort of lute-looking guitar. He was about 6-7 and reminded me of Dave Guard of the original Kingston Trio.
Well, they kept wandering in, chairs were added to the semi-circle, the foot-stomping continued, and "plunk-twang-plunk" began to sound like something out of Carnegie Hall, and certainly as professional. I tried sending my wife a couple of "phone-photos," but the best I could do was to get Madame Michelin's posterior and Rhode Island's gigantic fez.
I guess I had wandered in there around 7:30 and I helped close the place down about 11:30. Not exactly a New York City hot-spot, but one helluva evening, nonetheless. I didn't run home and buy my first Blue grass CD-- and I'm not at all convinced I'm a convert or will switch my tastes from Mozart and Piaf to the Buffalo Ensemble-- but this was as good an evening of music as you will find anywhere at any time. The Vienna Phil doesn't have anything to worry about, but when I get the chance, it's back for a Thursday evening at the old Oxy in Buffalo, Wyoming. If you are ever within a day's drive, save Thursday evening for this makeshift group. The word great hardly does them credit.
Well, it's back to the wedding celebration. The Outer Banks is marvelous this time of year. Oh-h-h my! What I do for these boards!
Best wishes, Fred.
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Post by Montana Bab on Jul 7, 2007 20:12:38 GMT -6
Bubba, I was just teasin' Dude about the Bud! (I'll bet Fred was teasing him too). I'm not much of a beer drinker, myself, but I'm sure curious about what kind of beer you had UPS'd to you! I've never had occasion to meet a "beer snob" and I'll bet you that you could have had a "good time" on just about any kind of brew! Would love to see the flyer! Bluegrass is my favorite thing! Sure glad all you fellas had a great time. Enjoyed seeing the pictures and write up on Dude's website! I'm curious about something else! Did you fellows solve any of the mysteries of the LBH ? Montana
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Post by Montana Bab on Jul 7, 2007 20:16:40 GMT -6
Dude, Frankus de los Carlsbad ?? No comprende! Montana Bab ( Didn't learn nuttin' but English, Bubba. I'm just a coal miner's daughter from Montana!)
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