"Conan The Librarian" wrote in message
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Wolfgang wrote:

All we do is weed 'em and reap.

I hope you don't mind if I steal that line from you.

I first used that phrase many years ago. I have no idea whether I thought
of it myself or got it from someone else. In either case, I wouldn't be so
foolish as to believe that no one else had ever used it.......it must have
occurred to millions of people who a: speak English, b: have ever played
card games, and c: grow vegetables. Bottom line, I don't think you CAN
steal it.......public domain. :)

Wolfgang

Wolfgang wrote:

All we do is weed 'em and reap.

I first used that phrase many years ago. I have no idea whether I thought
of it myself or got it from someone else. In either case, I wouldn't be so
foolish as to believe that no one else had ever used it.......it must have
occurred to millions of people who a: speak English, b: have ever played
card games, and c: grow vegetables. Bottom line, I don't think you CAN
steal it.......public domain. :)

Fair enough. :-) I'm thinking it could be reverse-engineered into
a decent "shaggy dog" joke. Maybe we'll put Frank to work on it.

Apropos of nothing: I went to my first small-town "rodeo" on
Sunday. It was interesting, to say the least. I don't think I've ever
seen so much starched and pressed denim before in my life. And that was
just the men.

My favorite moment was when one of the gate-handlers turned his back
on a bull that had just been ridden. He got an unexpected "assist" that
must have carried him a good fifteen feet in the air ... and landed
right on the bull's back.


Chuck Vance (no animals were harmed in the making of this post)

"Conan The Librarian" wrote in message
...
Wolfgang wrote:
...I don't think you CAN
steal it.......public domain. :)

Fair enough. :-) I'm thinking it could be reverse-engineered into a
decent "shaggy dog" joke. Maybe we'll put Frank to work on it.

Some years ago, there used to be a program called "My Word" on Wisconsin
Public Radio. I believe it was a British production, and ran here in
syndication. Structured ostensibly as a game show, it had a regular group
of participants.....something like the way "Whose Line is it Anyway?" works.
The contestants participated in a variety of word games, ending each program
with the assignment of a familiar term or phrase, around which they had to
weave a story, and using a twisted or garbled form of the assigned phrase as
the punch line. Thus, "pardon me boy, is that the Chatanooga choo-choo?"
would come out as "pardon me Roy, is that the cat that ate your new shoes?"
after a more or less lengthy setup. Points (which didn't matter......that's
right, they were just like reason on ROFF) were awarded at the discretion of
the host based on nothing discernible.....except perhaps the volume of
groans from other contestants and the studio audience. "Weed 'em and reap"
is exactly the kind of transformation this game aimed at......although this
example is a bit too easy and simplistic for the sometimes amazing abilities
of the contestants.

Apropos of nothing: I went to my first small-town "rodeo" on Sunday.
It was interesting, to say the least. I don't think I've ever seen so
much starched and pressed denim before in my life. And that was just the
men.

My favorite moment was when one of the gate-handlers turned his back on
a bull that had just been ridden. He got an unexpected "assist" that must
have carried him a good fifteen feet in the air ... and landed right on
the bull's back.

As inexplicable anachronisms go, rodeo is fascinating stuff. I heard an Kip
Stratton being interviewed by John Ydstie just over a week ago. Interesting
and articulate guy.......I think I may just go out and buy his book.......as
soon as it hits the remainders bins. :)

Chuck Vance (no animals were harmed in the making of this post)

Wolfgang
all events, occurrences or happenings depicted, described or otherwise
portrayed in the writing of this message are fictional. any resemblance to
reality, past present or future, is entirely coincidental and beyond the
control of the writer.

Tom Nakashima wrote:
"Kiyu" wrote in message
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That's funny. You actually backpacked a cast iron skillet into the
mountains? Did you pack it out?

That's the really bad part.
I still have the damned thing.G


That is funny, I just weighed my backpack, it's just a tad over 10 lbs.
including stove, fishing gear, sleeping bag, bivi sac, pan, food, water
filter, clothes....no iron skillet.
-tom



10 LBS!!! What are you eating and drinking...air? Do you have chlorophyl
skin? ;-) But seriously, a 10 lbs pack is REALLY light. I'm curious as
the what kind of gear your using.

brians

"briansfly" wrote in message
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Tom Nakashima wrote:
"Kiyu" wrote in message
...

That's funny. You actually backpacked a cast iron skillet into the
mountains? Did you pack it out?

That's the really bad part.
I still have the damned thing.G


That is funny, I just weighed my backpack, it's just a tad over 10 lbs.
including stove, fishing gear, sleeping bag, bivi sac, pan, food, water
filter, clothes....no iron skillet.
-tom

10 LBS!!! What are you eating and drinking...air? Do you have chlorophyl
skin? ;-) But seriously, a 10 lbs pack is REALLY light. I'm curious as the
what kind of gear your using.

brians


I know I was surprised also when I put the pack on the scale....I was
guessing at least 15 lbs. Usually I'm up around 25 lbs. This is the lightest
I've ever packed.
I'll take a picture and post all the things I'm taking with a description
and also post a picture of the pack on the scale.
-tom

briansfly wrote in news:FvCye.9012$Yb4.2517
@trnddc08:

10 LBS!!! What are you eating and drinking...air? Do you have chlorophyl
skin? ;-) But seriously, a 10 lbs pack is REALLY light. I'm curious as
the what kind of gear your using.

brians



I can do that too! The only important piece of gear for light weight
backpacking is the 40 helium balloons tied to the shoulder straps on the
pack, usually distributed equally, right and left (but I prefer 18 on my
left shoulder and 22 on my right).

Scott

I can do that too! The only important piece of gear for light weight
backpacking is the 40 helium balloons tied to the shoulder straps on the
pack, usually distributed equally, right and left (but I prefer 18 on my
left shoulder and 22 on my right).

Have you tried the gov surplus wx balloons? Works great. Then again, since
I hire that retired Nepali sherpa to haul my stuff, I don't worry about it.
'Sides, he does triple duty 'cause he's also a bodyguard/nanny for my
16-year-old daughter. Be amazed what a khukri can do to a
pimply-faced-youth on hormone overload.

--
Frank Reid
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"Tom Nakashima" wrote in message
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I just purchased a 5 wt. 4pc 9' fly-rod. I was looking for a cheap hard
case for backpacking. I would like to keep it light, but the rod well
protected. Suggestions? Home made cases?
-tom


I made PVC tubes for several of my more sentimental rods to keep em from
gettin beat up...they're really not that heavy...I just took some ol cloth
diapers, sew'd em together to make a sort of sock for em and they're padded
enough to keep em nice and snug inside the tubes. Just bought the fittings
and whatnot, glued the tube together made sure it was leak proof, let it air
out and they work great, never a problem...even made makeshift handles for
em with little bungie straps and zip ties... Should be more protection than
i'll ever need for em...

Anthony

On Tue, 05 Jul 2005 09:53:54 -0500, Conan The Librarian
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Fair enough. :-) I'm thinking it could be reverse-engineered into
a decent "shaggy dog" joke. Maybe we'll put Frank to work on it.

We do not want Frank's blonde dog weeded. There is no telling how
he'll do things, you know...

Apropos of nothing: I went to my first small-town "rodeo" on
Sunday. It was interesting, to say the least. I don't think I've ever
seen so much starched and pressed denim before in my life. And that was
just the men.

I went down to Texas about 6 years ago for a float on the Brazos below
the Possum Kingdom dam. I never saw so many men dressed for trout
fishing so pressed and starched. Even their waders looked as if
something to make them look fresh out of the box had been done to
them. So I kept an eye out. On my way home I stopped for breakfast
in a little town that had about 3 buildings. All the men there, who'd
obviously already been doing some work or were going out to do work,
looked the same in fresh and clean and presses. Same with any I
passed who were feeding horses or doing anything else in the outdoors.

Either Texas men have some weird sort of fetish about changing their
clothing with the regularity of the Victorian English gentlemen or
their women are all stay at homes who devote themselves to cleanliness
of wardrobes. With creases the men could use for razors. The only
recognizable things that had been worn at least once before were the
feed brand caps with bills. And some of those looked fresh.

On the other hand, the people who passed my campsite, who were all out
of state or college or big city types, dressed about the way that
people up here dress for the outdoors.

Considering how I dress, I didn't even have to open my mouth and give
my northerly accent a try with the natives. I was a stranger. But
they were all nice to me.

Cyli
r.bc: vixen. Minnow goddess. Speaker to squirrels.
Often taunted by trout. Almost entirely harmless.

http://www.visi.com/~cyli
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Wolfgang wrote:

Some years ago, there used to be a program called "My Word" on Wisconsin
Public Radio. I believe it was a British production, and ran here in
syndication. Structured ostensibly as a game show, it had a regular group
of participants.....something like the way "Whose Line is it Anyway?" works.
The contestants participated in a variety of word games, ending each program
with the assignment of a familiar term or phrase, around which they had to
weave a story, and using a twisted or garbled form of the assigned phrase as
the punch line. Thus, "pardon me boy, is that the Chatanooga choo-choo?"
would come out as "pardon me Roy, is that the cat that ate your new shoes?"
after a more or less lengthy setup. Points (which didn't matter......that's
right, they were just like reason on ROFF) were awarded at the discretion of
the host based on nothing discernible.....except perhaps the volume of
groans from other contestants and the studio audience. "Weed 'em and reap"
is exactly the kind of transformation this game aimed at......although this
example is a bit too easy and simplistic for the sometimes amazing abilities
of the contestants.

While the concept sounds great, I wonder how they were able to keep
such a show going on a regular basis. How many horrible puns can
someone take? :-)

As inexplicable anachronisms go, rodeo is fascinating stuff.

Hey, watch it ... I *live* in an inexplicable anachronism. :-)
Wimberley is an odd place ... it has a high concentration of artists,
mystics and other ne'er-do-wells, while at the same time, it has quite a
population of "cedar-choppers" and other remnants of Texas' past. (To
say nothing of the Baptists.)

I heard an Kip
Stratton being interviewed by John Ydstie just over a week ago. Interesting
and articulate guy.......I think I may just go out and buy his book.......as
soon as it hits the remainders bins. :)

Thanks for the pointer to Stratton. From the looks of the excerpt
from his book on the NPR website, I want to read more.

Which reminds me, for those who are interested in musical portrayals
of the worst and best of Texas life, James McMurtry is an artist worth
checking out. (He's the son of that other McMurtry fellow, but I don't
hold it against him.) His songwriting is populated with a Faulkneresque
cast of characters, and much of it is centered around the generation
that is almost gone (the "explicable anachronisms"?).

Chuck Vance (no animals were harmed in the making of this post)

Wolfgang
all events, occurrences or happenings depicted, described or otherwise
portrayed in the writing of this message are fictional. any resemblance to
reality, past present or future, is entirely coincidental and beyond the
control of the writer.

You forgot to add "inexplicable".


Chuck Vance