All right, I'm coming out! Any man I see out there, I'm gonna kill him! Any sonofabitch takes a shot at me.. I'm not only gonna kill him, I'm gonna kill his wife, all his friends, and burn his damn house down!
I’ll tell you where....some place warm, a place where the beer flows like wine.... a place where women instinctively flock like the Salmon of Capistrano....Im talkin’ about a little place called Asssspen.
I don’t know Lloyd, the French are a****les.
“Ain’t this something? I told my pap and mam I was coming to the mountains to trap and be a mountain man. Acted like they was gut-shot. Says: ‘Son, make your life. Go here. Here’s where the peoples is. Them mountains is is for animals and savages.’ I says ‘Mother Gue, the Rocky Mountains is the...
Mom’s Sunday morning breakfasts-Man I sure miss her.
Fried cube steak, biscuits and homemade gravy at hunting camp.
My Father’s pack of Red Man chewing tobacco.
Fat lighter burning in a camp fire.
Mann’s soft plastic baits-the Grape Jelly worms in particular.