Bronco

I thought we could revisit this exciting thread.

HEY! my wife checks this website and that's not her !!

I just inherrited an old Winchester model '97 that is reported to have the LOUDEST action there is and also has the distinction of not having a trigger disengage meaning that a person can simply hold the trigger and pump the action as fast as they can. This shotgun was also used by US Army in WWI - Korea as a "trench gun" in a modified (short) version. And it compliments my old Winchester '94 rifle so nicely.

I've been contemplating this all morning and just cant seem to bring myself to tell my wife we're moving to Oregon so I can have free beer. Sorry TG. On the other hand, I hear Beck's looking for work!

"Sooo I'll take the hottie on the left, the one with the gloves is freaking me out and I had to take the freak last time. And besides that, you already have matching helmets"

Kinda funny, when I was starting out climbing, I conisdered joining the mounties but, fortunatly I started posting here and had some very nice and polite guys show me the ropes. Looks like they aleady have the fatty in the group anyway. But look at all the fun I woulda missed. As cool as my mentors are, they never took the time to show me how to safely walk on a 2' tall rock!

I remember playing hours of Oregon Trail on one of these old suckers in Junior High. Radio Shack is so suck.

The guy in the red flannel shirt seems to be saying "Holy Crist Harry, did you fart or did something crawl up your ass and die?" as the rest of them recoil in horror.

Looks like Cris Farley in the first pic. I miss that guy. Second pic is just wrong. If those chicks are trying to spot him, they are doing a great job, but, where is the old guy's pride? If they are casting a spell, I wonder which one? Keep em comin scott! HILARIOUS!

It's SOLD you whiners!

It's all about being in the mountains for me. Everything else is just training.

I'm headed out for 10 days of hard work in MT so don't even try your fancy mind games on me DUDE! My wife was strangley sympathetic. Edit that: My wife was sympathetic because she encouraged me to forget about the helmet and buy a new one. I admitted that I wasn't after the helmet as much as I was after a photo of her and my daughter that I glued into the helmet a couple years ago and really like. All together now - AWWWWWWW! My lat's are really sore from "crutching".

Yeah buddy! if you're experiencing forces strong enough to shear the bolts holding the head on, you've got some big problems! I test drove the Alp wings and Cobra's last winter and they are pretty similar feeling, although I thought the Cobra performed better, but, the Grivels are more bang for your buck and climb ice just fine (way better than my old prophets). I don't really think you can go wrong with the ice tools on the market today, there are so many good ones, just swing a few and see what you like and what feels right.

don't leave home without it!

Tuesday after work I decided to retrieve my helmet I dropped just below the approach gully to E. Wilmans Spire. Along the way, I picked up a "hiking stick" for assistance in traveling the talus and laughed at the thought that in the event I injured myself (yeah right) it could serve as a crutch. However, being by myself, I should be more prudent anyway and decided to carried the stick. I cruised up to the helmet quicker than I figured I would, descended to the shoulder where you can either drop down into Glacier basin and the trail via 750' of choss or directly down to the trail below the waterfall via 1500' of choss both were 2nd & 3rd class. I chose the more direct route with more choss. While descending throught a patch of boulders, I stepped onto a breifcase sized boulder balanced on top of a 3' high boulder that slid off with me on top of it. I fell and bounced around 4' and landed with my left leg laid horizontally across a void in the rocks and the briefcase sized boulder landed on my leg, about halfway between my toes and knee. I heard some tearing and popping and immediatly grabbed the boulder and slid it off my leg. I decided this would be a good time for a break and to assess the sitmo. Here's what my leg looked like. http://www.cascadeclimbers.com/plab/showphoto.php?photo=1717&papass=&sort=1&thecat=500 My ankle felt worse than my leg looked. I figured a severe sprain and hoped nothing was broken. I attempted to weight it and was able to set my toes down, but could not bear hardly any weight. As I sat there considering my options, the sun slipped behind the mountain to the west creating a sense of urgency. I checked to see what time it was and realized my Casio G-Shock was gone from my wrist. Recover a $60 helmet and lose a watch I paid $80 for 10 years ago. I'm losing my ass on this climbing stuff. I breifly entertained sleeping up there as there was a little firewood available, but, with only a swig of water left, figured that would be suck and my wife would call the calvary for sure. Then the profound thought struck me like a lightning bolt - What would Scotteryx do? "Cougars will be the ball suckers!" I shouted as I lurched to my good foot. I grabbed my walking stick/crutch and started down. I decided to try to get to the trail and re-asses what to do from there. I took a bearing for the trail and once it got dark, used my compass to stay on a straight course to intersect the trail. This wasn't really necesary, as long as I went downhill, I would eventually cross the trail, but it gave me something to take my mind off the pain and comfort that I would intersect the trail. Every time I bumped the heel of my left foot I felt it necesary to perform a ritual of doubling over, clutching my ankle for a moment while I grimaced, pick up a rock or stick and hurl it into the night while shouting "I'm a little teapot!" or something like that. The descent through the rockslide and slide alder was accomplished through carfully sitting down, stepping down with my good foot, bracing myself with the crutch and bringing my injured leg down. Several times I found myself in an uncontrolled slide down through loose rock, and I got a little more beat up as I made my way down to the trail. I finally stumbled onto the trail and found I could walk/crutch with a good limp and managed to only bang my bad foot into rocks and roots a couple times to Monte Cristo and my bike. I gave the trusty crutch a proper burial in the creek and got my leg set on my bike. I quickly realized my headlamp was not designed to light roads for speedy downhill riding and only projected about 50' onto the road. I found myself getting impatient and trying to follow the road by braile. As I neared the river crossing, the road was damp enough to appear dark, like the rest of the forest and I accidentally rode into the ditch, but did not crash as I was maintining a low speed, but it still hurt like the dickens and it was better than riding off the embankment on the other side of the road, dude, that would suck! Anyway, I made it out to my truck, drove to Granite Falls where I called my wife to let her know I was alright. I decided to head home, clean up, and then decide if I should go to the ER for stitches and an Xray. After getting home and cleaning up, I felt pretty tired and decided to bandage the cut up with a bunch of guaze and an ace bandage and make an appointment with our family MD in the am. I got pretty busy at the office yesterday and decided I don't have time to spend 4 hours at the Dr office and my ankle seems to be mending. I coulda used some stitches, but, it'll be a much better scar without them. The cut looks like a cougar got after me. I should make up a better story.

Nevermind, I went up there and got it myself.

YOU GUYS ARE KILLING ME!!!

This is either totally hilarious, or a good troll, I'm just not sure which, yet.

I wuz thinkin bout this "flash mobbing" crap over the weekend and how these people could do some really cool stuff. Like: Go to Bellevue, tie a cinder block to thier leg and jump into lake Washington all at the same time causing a tsunami to run through the locks and hopefully wash the stink hole of Ballard and all the hippies that live there into Puget Sound. That would be AWESOME!

Those homies are straight outa da hood! looks like they live in Issaquah!

Trask: I hear some dude made some of the very garments you created. You should sue him for a million dollars. He calls it a "wind breaker" or some crazy name like that and is trying to sell them fast, much cheaper than the dryclime thing. Get 'im! Your pal, Bronco

How about a biner brake outa all steel biners? I'm sure you already thought of this, but, watchout for the steel heating up and possibly melting stuff. It doesn't dissapate heat near as well as Aluminum.

The question is: Are you gonna take it? I thought you were the big tough bossman! Send 'er down the road so she can scam on some other poor putz!

seem to be a little slow on the draw and off the mark when I get around to it today... more coffee!

No, it's only prudent to be prepared for when the clock strikes 4:20. It is a safty break after all.