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Great pictures guys !

Telephone lines in Stockholm.... One per phone. No I did not take this!

Don't to Wyoming it is cold, windy, and over run with Greenies!!!

If I am around I would help you pack elk no question. And if your wife is making Adobo and Lumpia I wouldn't miss packing the elk.

I tend to want to see the places they tell you not to go to. Like South Bogota, that was an experience that bordered on stupidity. However I was with three other guys I know well and their capabilities. Two of us Marines that served together and 2 Eighty Duce that I worked with a lot overseas.

In Sandakan while diving some pirates from the Philippines shot at us but we were able to outrun them on the dive boat lucky. I look back and laugh but in all honesty things could have gone a lot different and I wouldn't be laughing.

Farout. Keep them pics coming!

1994 Tustin CA

This is a good hike up. I ran it too.

Not a bad place to spend time.

I missed by a day but better late then never

Love the 1911's

When it is overhead bring a gun

Benelli Love, I gotta get some shottie lessons from Battue.

I bring at least two!

Harken back to my surfing days in the late 60's thru mid 70's.

We would take a pair of "bags, Huaraches, a couple shirts, a sleeping bag and a surf board catch a plane from Reyanosa to Mexico City, then take busses through the different states to our destination, Mazatlan, San Blas, Puerto Escondido. We'd pay a dollar a nite to stay in a "trailer park" ( usually a palm grove on the beach) We'd stretch a rope between two trees. Use one sleeping bag for the floor and the other stretched over the rope and tied down at the four corners. There would usually be a cold water shower nozzle where one could shower off. After a month or two of that and you came back to civilization, it took a good while to get used to taking hot water showers. LOL



Still have my "Caster" from my '76 trip to Puerto Escondido, Mexico.


The rifle is a Custom Sako AV chambered for the 280 AI.

ya!



GWB

Kayaking the Deerfield River Gap in Massachusetts

Sorry Don, had to throw you under the bus to save my azz.....

GWB Awesome! That board looks in great condition still. I would love to ride that board. Very Pinny tail, perfect for Puerto Escondido. I got worked pretty hard there in 1993

Haines Alaska Misquito Lake

Ya, I still have it and a Plastic Fantastic Twin Fin which is currently on loan to my oldest grandson.

I'm heading to the Petting Zoo in a few, but if this thread remains active, I'll post some pix of my '71 trip I found.

Back then the Mex's in San Blas used canoes that had been hollowed out of tree trunks. They'd have a 40 hp Johnson Outboard. There was a flood a couple days before we got there and the bridge into San Blas was washed out. They lashed several of the dugout canoes together to make a ferry. Only way into the town. Locals rode free, Gringos had to pay to get across. Good times, great memories.


Here is one story that I've told before...........


This will kind of date me but that’s OK. I got started surfing in 1965. I graduated high school in 1969. If you didn’t have a high lottery number or a deferment you were on your way to ‘Nam as a ground pounder. Luckily my number didn’t come up. Mean time I stayed in school and majored in ….. well let’s just say it was not academics. In the spring semester of 1971 my younger brother and I took off in February in the middle of the semester for San Blas Mexico. I’d just received a letter from a friend who was there. He said the waves were bitchin’, to bring lots of acid and plenty of papers. Seems they were having to roll their reefers in Gideon’s bible pages. We took off with two other guys. Well we were about 20 hours into the trip, somewhere between Houston Texas and San Blas, in Mexico. We were in a mid sixties model Ford Falcon, and no A/C. We had decided to drive straight through so as to get there as soon as possible. IIRC there was a particularly good swell and the mile long wave was working at “Big Stoners” point. Well four guys in a Falcon sweating in tropical heat gets pretty aromatic. We see this beautiful pristine waterfall in the far distance.


A digital image of a picture I took in 1971 or thereabouts. One of the few survivors from that time-period.


Were we stoked. The middle of the jungle, mountains all around. Bromeliads growing off every tree. It looked like the garden of Eden to us. Well we travel for seemed like an interminable length of time and there it is just around the next bend. We pull up on the side of the road, get out, run through the jungle shucking our clothes. What a rush. In the middle of the jungle and a waterfall like something you’d see out of a Tarzan movie or a south sea adventure. I’d not been surprised if Maureen O’Sullivan and Cheetah had stepped out. So we bathe in the waterfall. Were we jazzed. Cooled off and refreshed we got dressed and back in the car. About a mile up the road we enter a village located on each side of a stream that ran down the mountain to the waterfall where we had just performed our ablutions. Stick huts, thatched roofs . Serapes for door closures. Pigs, chickens and stuff wondering in an out. Next thing we notice is folks dumping their trash and sewage and what-not into this stream that led to where we had just bathed. Bummer,

I guess we do all live downstream. We had a good laugh at ourselves for being such dumbasses. Here we thought we were in Nirvana, turns out we were bathing in a sewer.



ya!

GWB

Nice pin tail 'Dubya !

I sure miss the surf beaches of Australia !

But, that's all !!

New_2_99s:

Judging from the pictures you've been posting, it sure seems like you and your family are enjoying life in NW Ontario! In fact, if you can't adopt me, I would like to be re-incarnated as your next spoiled dog.

Anyway, I always found the folks in NW Ontario and the prairies very friendly. Decades ago, I was driving from the prairies to get home to spend Christmas with my parents in southern Ontario and I broke a spring shackle on a trailer in -35C weather the day before Christmas. (That is minus 31 degrees F for any Americans reading)

After a long chilly walk along the highway, I finally saw the lights of a house and a friendly couple let me in, warmed me up and fed me. They even called a tow truck and a welding shop (where somebody they knew worked) in Dryden.

I got towed to Dryden, and a nice friendly guy in the welding shop stayed 2 hours after the shop was scheduled to close on December 24 rather than going home to his family -- so that instead of spending Christmas in a motel, I could continue the drive to be with my family!

John (who didn't always live in Sweden)