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Oh man!! I have done that before. Cordless phone from the house and then a Nikon Camera.

Boudreaux and De Snake Boudreaux been fish'n down by de bayou all day an he done run outa night crawlers. He be bout reddy to leave when he seen a snake wit a big frog in his mouf. He knowed dat dem big bass fish like frogs, so he decided to steal dat froggie. Dat snake, he be a cotton moufed water moccasin so he had to be real careful or he'd get bit. He snuk up behine de snake and grabbed him roun de haid. Dat ole snake din't lak dat one bit. He squirmed and wrapped hisself roun Boudreaux's arm try'n to get hisself free. But Boudreaux, him had a real good grip on his haid, yeh. Well, Boudreaux pried his mouf open and got de frog and puts it in his bait can. Now, Boudreaux knows dat he cain't let go dat snake or his gonna bite him good, but he had a plan. He reach into de back pocket of his bib overhauls and pulls out a pint a moonshine likker. He pour some draps into de snakes mouf. Well, dat snake's eyeballs roll back in his haid and his body go limp. Wit dat Boudreaux toss dat snake into de bayou. Den he goes back to fishin'. A while later Boudreaux dun feel sumpin tappin' on his barefoot toe. He slowly look down and dare dat water moccasin was, with TWO frogs.

Only a person in Alabama would think of this. From the county where drunk driving is cosidered a sport, comes this true story. Recently a routine police patrol parked outside a bar in Childersburg , Alabama , noticed a man leaving the bar so apparently intoxicated that he could barely walk. The man stumbled around the parking lot for a few minutes, with the officer quietly observing. After what seemed an eternity in which he tried his keys on five different vehicles, the man managed to find his car and fall into it. He sat there for a few minutes as a number of other patrons left the bar and drove off. Finally he started the car, switched the wipers on and off... it was a fine, dry summer night, flicked the blinkers on and off a couple of times, honked the horn and then switched on the lights. He moved the vehicle forward a few inches, reversed a little and then remained still for a few more minutes as some more of the other patrons' vehicles left. At last, when his was the only car left in the parking lot, he pulled out and drove slowly down the road. The police officer, having waited patiently all this time, now started up his patrol car, put on the flashing lights, promptly pulled the man over and administered a breathalyzer test. To his amazement, the breathalyzer indicated no evidence that the man had consumed any alcohol at all! Dumbfounded, the officer said, I'll have to ask you to accompany me to the police station. This breathalyzer equipment must be broken.' 'I doubt it,' said the truly proud Redneck. 'Tonight I'm the Designated Decoy.

Anybody interestred for early Sat. 4/5. I'm going after GCMR6V. I will park at mile marker 31.8 on the S22. Be prepared for over an 15 mile jaunt. I am coming from Spring Valley and if interested let me now I will drive. Alan K.

While walking down the street one day, a US senator is tragically hit by a truck and dies. His soul arrives in heaven and is met by St. Peter at the entrance. "Welcome to heaven," says St. Peter. "Before you settle in, it seems there is a problem. We seldom see a high official around these parts, you see, so we're not sure what to do with you." "No problem, just let me in," says the man. "Well, I'd like to, but I have orders from higher up. What we'll do is have you spend one day in hell and one in heaven. Then, you can choose where to spend eternity." "Really, I've made up my mind. I want to be in heaven," says the senator. "I'm sorry, but we have our rules." And with that, St. Peter escorts him to the elevator and he goes down, down, down to hell. The doors open and he finds himself in the middle of a green golf course. In the distance is a clubhouse and standing in front of it are all his friends and other politicians who had worked with him. Everyone is very happy and in evening dress. They run to greet him, shake his hand, and reminisce about the good times they had while getting rich at the expense of the people. They play a friendly game of golf and then dine on lobster, caviar and champagne. Also present is the devil, who really is a very friendly guy and who has a good time dancing and telling jokes. They are having such a good time that before he realizes it, it is time to go. Everyone gives him a hearty farewell and waves while the elevator rises... The elevator goes up, up, up and the door reopens on heaven where St. Peter is waiting for him. "Now it's time to visit heaven." So, 24 hours pass with the senator joining a group of contented souls moving from cloud to cloud, playing the harp and singing. They have a good time and, before he realizes it, the 24 hours have gone by and St. Peter returns. "Well, then, you've spent a day in hell and another in heaven. Now choose your eternity." The senator reflects for a minute, then he answers: "Well, I would never have said it before, I mean heaven has been delightful, but I think I would be better off in hell." So, St. Peter escorts him to the elevator and he goes down, down, down to hell. Now the doors of the elevator open and he's in the middle of a barren land covered with waste and garbage. He sees all his friends, dressed in rags, picking up the trash and putting it in black bags as more trash falls from above. The devil comes over to him and puts his arm around his shoulder. "I don't understand," stammers the senator. "Yesterday I was here and there was a golf course and clubhouse, and we ate lobster and caviar, drank champagne, and danced and had a great time. Now there's just a wasteland full of garbage and my friends look miserable. What happened?" The devil looks at him, smiles and says, "Yesterday we were campaigning...... Today you voted."

Check this out. For those of us that are sensitive to Poision Oak/Ivy here is something else to be aware of. www.bsa-ciec.org/openrosters/DocDownload.asp?id=37136

Our Tax System Explained: Bar Stool Economics Suppose that every day, ten men go out for beer and the bill for all ten comes to $100. If they paid their bill the way we pay our taxes, it would go something like this: The first four men (the poorest) would pay nothing. The fifth would pay $1. The sixth would pay $3. The seventh would pay $7. The eighth would pay $12. The ninth would pay $18. The tenth man (the richest) would pay $59. So, that's what they decided to do. The ten men drank in the bar every day and seemed quite happy with the arrangement, until one day, the owner threw them a curve. 'Since you are all such good customers,' he said, 'I'm going to reduce the cost of your daily beer by $20.' Drinks for the ten now cost just $80. The group still wanted to pay their bill the way we pay our taxes so the first four men were unaffected. They would still drink for free. But what about the other six men - the paying customers? How could they divide the $20 windfall so that everyone would get his 'fair share?' They realized that $20 divided by six is $3.33. But if they subtracted that from everybody's share, then the fifth man and the sixth man would each end up being paid to drink his beer. So, the bar owner suggested that it would be fair to reduce each man's bill by roughly the same amount, and he proceeded to work out the amounts each should pay. And so: The fifth man, like the first four, now paid nothing (100% savings). The sixth now paid $2 instead of $3 (33%savings). The seventh now pay $5 instead of $7 (28%savings). The eighth now paid $9 instead of $12 (25% savings). The ninth now paid $14 instead of $18 (22% savings). The tenth now paid $49 instead of $59 (16% savings). Each of the six was better off than before. And the first four continued to drink for free. But once outside the restaurant, the men began to compare their savings. 'I only got a dollar out of the $20,'declared the sixth man. He pointed to the tenth man,' but he got $10!' 'Yeah, that's right," exclaimed the fifth man. 'I only saved a dollar, too. It's unfair that he got ten times more than I got' 'That's true!!' shouted the seventh man. 'Why should he get $10 bac k when I got only two? The wealthy get all the breaks!' 'Wait a minute,' yelled the first four men in unison. 'We didn't get anything at all. The system exploits the poor!' The nine men surrounded the tenth and beat him up. The next night the tenth man didn't show up for drinks so the nine sat down and had beers without him. But when it came time to pay the bill, they discovered something important. They didn't have enough money between all of them for even half of the bill! And that is how our tax system works.

Geocaching does not have any impact on the environment . . . Some of the caches that were removed had been found only six times in the past year. Also, in the Ocotillo Wells area, there just isn't any scenery like this, which is near where the Powder Can Cache was located. Nor is there evidence of past History such as this: And, in the Ocotillo Wells area, I sure haven't seen anything like this, which is in the Domelands area. I am very indebted to the cachers who put caches in those locations giving me the opportunity to see those places and have wonderful memories of caching in ABDSP. Why must there be a box of trinkets at the end of your trail? You poor soul, not know the feeling of discovering somewhere new on your own. It must suck to need a guide to enjoy the desert. Shutup, you pathetic sock puppet! You're lower than a troll- at least they don't hide behind fictitious names. Maybe you need a guide to find your misplaced 'reason'. Temper, temper little boy. Go back under your bridge troll. No one wants to hear your pos comments that only serve to piss people off. Voice of Reason, You hide under a fake name. Personally I think you have no balls. You probaly sit at home on your computer all day on you fat a**, & wish you could have lives like ours. I pity you. None of us need a box of trinkets at the end of our destination. We have a compassion for sharing, being competitive & challenging ourselves. Even though I don't know everybody that participates personally I have the up most respect for their passion of adventure. As me & others we enjoy reading each others logs seeing where they go & what they do. Now you can commet & say "Temper Temper" but remember you opened this attack. You were the one that started the belittling & verbal abuse. Now how about you coming out from behind your mask. Alan K.

-- Copy of email sent to Notaranger -- Thank you so much for picking up our cache I just Archived it last week when all Neg. against GEO caching down in the ABSP started. I haven't had time to get down to the ABSP area to grab it "Nice try" ......I don't understand what you mean ??? you posted that on Lanies Desert cache and Shelbys Desert cache Would you like me to come pic them up from you ??? or better yet you can keep them for taking it out of the park for me Someday, someone will treat you with the kindness you have shared with me for going out of your way to grab my cache Thank You Chris Below is there reponse back to me in a email "Just picking up trash." This is a bunch of crap! What a vindictive loser. I hope these talks with the Park & GC.com fix this whole situation. But it doesn't look like it. This person "NotaRanger" seems like they want a fight. Chris sorry to hear about the above. This weekend I will be grabbing my archived cache GC161A6. Access is from the Cottonwood Campground in McCain Valley. Anybody interested in going let me know. Probably start late Sat morning.

Yes this is a very sad day. But this is an opportunity to organize & collectively try to persuade the park to allow physical caches again. This seems like a fast & not well thought out decision by park officials. How many of us have used the Parks facilities & paid the fee's to access some of the areas & camp in their campgrounds. As Geocachers we are a large body & I believe we had made a more positive impact on the Park Lands than damage that has been done. Does the Park see that Geocachers have events & collect trash, & how many of us have picked up trash on our own as individuals. We should try to really hard to persuade the Park to allow Physical Caches. Maybe we will have to be a little more restrictive in where we would place them & have much stricter guidelines & a follow up on placements. In my opinion, the Park as made a hasty decision. Have they thought about financial impact, the follow up they will have to do to remove the hundreds of Caches in the park. And are we the only ones being singled out here. What about all the Peak Registers. If caches are considered litter then I would have to surmise that Peak Registers are too. Just some ideas....

Another fire was just reported at Bell Valley road south of the 94 east of Harris Ranch Road. SDG&E had to deenergize a small branch line for the Fire Crews safety. This one does not appear to be as bad as the Pine Valley Fire. I just overheard on the radio that the Pine Valley fire has shifted south west & is not moving as fast as before. Hopefully the fire crews can get it somewhat contained & let that thing burn out.

That looks like an alligator lizard, I have a bunch of them in my backyard living in the iceplant. Stick your pinky in his mouth, it takes awhile for them to let go.