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Re:Well... 16 Years, 6 Months ago
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Bjorn wrote:
I guess we all have our own dead horses to beat, eh?
Having been a member of CalTrout since 1974 I think I've earned the right to call them out whenever some fool brings up their actions re: NFF.
Unlike you, I actually sent them money for years. So drop the holier than thou attitude. I WAS betrayed by their actions. All I've asked from CT is a simple apology -- like hey Don we screwed up or sorry man, we'll try to do better in the future. Do I hear form them? Sure I do, about twenty times a year they send corespondence to me soliciting for more money. Man, that's a great waste of resources when a simple apology is all I need. Scrw 'em and scrw the dead hourse too.
Bjorn, I met you and I liked you. All in all you seem to be a fine young man. I'll even put the Patagonia BS aside if you don't bring it up again.
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