Wowsers! I am one tired dog! In a good way, I gotta add, but tired is as tired did, see, and the guys and I done did a whole big bunch of stuff and still found time to imbibe copious amounts of beer, gin, and brandy. Some tequila, too, if I remember correctly. Now there might be some folks who think that sex is better than sitting around a campfire on a clean clear warm July night, with the winding rustling through the oak and aspen and white pine, and smoking great cigars with your best-time college buddies and telling stories about the good old days. Now I have no idea who those folks might be, but I gotta guess that they either do not get laid nearly enough or don't have any friends (probably why they don't get laid enough, huh) or maybe they don't have any stories worth telling (which could, all in all, be another reason they can't get laid enough) or have absolutely no idea how good a cigar or two a year can be. Frankly, I would rather get laid on a regular basis and have two cigars a year than smoke cigars alla time and only get laid twice a year and maybe that just my opinion&stuff, and I never wanted to be an expert on cigars (but gees, a snifter of fine brandy and a cigar IS a good thing).......anyways, I am not demeaning sex...cause it certainly has it's moments, but mere fornication is like a cheap cigar but hanging out with your Buds and enjoying true moments of brotherhood after a day of rafting down the Wolf River Dells is a spiritual moment. Of course just rafting and smoking is not the only thing to do when up North with the boys. You have to grill meat outdoors. It is a primal urge. Of course, grilling meat outdoors is Not as good as sex outdoors....but I was with the guys and we love each other a lot, but not that much...so we settle for grilling meat. Gees, I wonder what was in that cigar we were smoking, anyways!!And we did go hiking through the woods &stuff...check out the local floral and fauna. We saw lots of sandhill cranes and hummingbirds, and wild turkeys, deer, some snakes that no one could identify, I mean, gees, this is northern Wisconsin and it is just full of gorgeous wild life.

I know that Ray spent a lotta time perusing through his field guide trying to identify the species on the left. Rosie told him it was the elusive Wisconsin Wood Bunny and that they are very dangerous. Pete added that pursuit of said species is extremely dangerous and can lead to divorce if practiced while married. Tim said that is all well and good, but a man should still be able to identify native species, just in case he runs out of cigars.





I could write a bunch about the raft trip and I will after I recover. I still had a few brain cells left, and when the guys went home to their wives I went down to the the BoDean concert. There is always room for a little rock&roll. Being single has it's benefits.