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The GOOF 15 Years, 2 Months ago
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The Bash is Dead, long live the Bash.
Since only a few people decided that they wanted to partake in this year’s Bash I have called and cancelled the huge block of reservations held for the NCFFB at Hereford Ranch so those kind people will be able to rent out the spaces that would otherwise just go wanting. On a more personal note, I had first made these arrangements and felt responsible and did not want my friends there (and, yes, they have become friends over the years) to feel any misgivings about me or anyone else connected to the NCFFB because of the lack of participation.
The Bash started out small and was for a fishing get together for a few anglers who wanted to meet the faces with whom they had been corresponding on the internet. It grew into a very sizeable gathering of folks who got along famously, new friendships were forged that have survived the test of time, and many new people were introduced to each other. One important part of the Bash was the ability of spouses to meet the characters their “other halves” were in so frequent contact, sometimes smoothing the way for more fishing trips.
Not sure why but it has fallen apart. This year, same place and date. It will be a GOOF (Gathering Of Odd Friends) to which a hearty invitation is made to all, whether or not we know each other or have any other connection. If you show up, that’s great. There will be no raffle, we aren’t supporting any issues or projects, and we will bring food to share, or not, as is our decision. I will be bringing a variety of food and things to include some pretty good wine.
Make your reservations at Hereford Ranch in the regular manner. We’ll see you there, or not. I know of at least six steadfast friends who will be present for a couple of evenings of trading lies and other stories.
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John S (User)
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Is that what GOOF means...... 15 Years, 2 Months ago
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I thought it meant Gathering Of Old Farts since you, I and Carpy will be there. Pat's going too but she's not an old fart (and when she becomes one, I'll never tell her!!!)
See you there
John
PS You're back online.....that means things went well????
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Re:Is that what GOOF means...... 15 Years, 2 Months ago
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Could be either John, but I choose the more family acceptable term, plus I want those who really don't know us to feel welcome to join us. This sure isn't a club or clic or anything like that...just folks who like other folks and are willing to share time and experience.
It's going to be a while with the shoulder. About 8-11 weeks before I can even think about any fly fishing. I'm using the computer as a means of limited rehabilitation for the joint plus it is keeping me sane....well, as sane as I ever get.
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Re:The GOOF 15 Years, 2 Months ago
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I have reservations at that other place nearby, Wed-Sun I think. It will be good to see some old friends again.
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"Rivers course through my dreams, rivers cold and fast, rivers well-known and rivers nameless, rivers that seem like ribbons of blue water twisting through wide valleys, narrow rivers folded in layers of darkening shadow, rivers that have eroded down deep in a mountain's belly, sculpted the land, peeled back the planet's history exposing the texture of time itself."
— Harry Middleton (Rivers of Memory)
"Each night as I haul myself onto the back of county garbage truck no. 2, there is a familiar wind, some thread of moonglow or starlight, a splatter of dark rain on my skin, something that stirs my memory, and again, if even for a brief moment, I am on some mountain river, some stretch of bright water, full of possibilities, including the possibility of trout, perhaps one that, when hooked, will haul me in and out of time, in and out of life's mysterious and frightening, wondrous and incomprehensible continuum, even to the edges of the universe." -- Harry Middleton
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Re:The GOOF 15 Years, 2 Months ago
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It's a LONG-G-G crawl from our camp to your camp Don. Bring a blanket over to ours, just in case. Not saying, but you know........................
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Re:The GOOF 15 Years, 2 Months ago
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What an outrage! I'm indignant! 
Of course I'll be prepared.
A thermarest pad and sleeping bag in the trunk; however, locating my car may be problematic. 
And should another tornado strike, you can bet I'll lose my keys again (both sets this time) and need a ride home again.  |
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Last Edit: 2010/04/12 21:06 By oldtrout.
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"Rivers course through my dreams, rivers cold and fast, rivers well-known and rivers nameless, rivers that seem like ribbons of blue water twisting through wide valleys, narrow rivers folded in layers of darkening shadow, rivers that have eroded down deep in a mountain's belly, sculpted the land, peeled back the planet's history exposing the texture of time itself."
— Harry Middleton (Rivers of Memory)
"Each night as I haul myself onto the back of county garbage truck no. 2, there is a familiar wind, some thread of moonglow or starlight, a splatter of dark rain on my skin, something that stirs my memory, and again, if even for a brief moment, I am on some mountain river, some stretch of bright water, full of possibilities, including the possibility of trout, perhaps one that, when hooked, will haul me in and out of time, in and out of life's mysterious and frightening, wondrous and incomprehensible continuum, even to the edges of the universe." -- Harry Middleton
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Re:The GOOF 15 Years, 2 Months ago
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"I'm indignant!"
Garsh, Don!!! I'm sory, I towht ya'll had a job.
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Re:The GOOF 15 Years, 2 Months ago
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I do, for a few more months at least.
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"Rivers course through my dreams, rivers cold and fast, rivers well-known and rivers nameless, rivers that seem like ribbons of blue water twisting through wide valleys, narrow rivers folded in layers of darkening shadow, rivers that have eroded down deep in a mountain's belly, sculpted the land, peeled back the planet's history exposing the texture of time itself."
— Harry Middleton (Rivers of Memory)
"Each night as I haul myself onto the back of county garbage truck no. 2, there is a familiar wind, some thread of moonglow or starlight, a splatter of dark rain on my skin, something that stirs my memory, and again, if even for a brief moment, I am on some mountain river, some stretch of bright water, full of possibilities, including the possibility of trout, perhaps one that, when hooked, will haul me in and out of time, in and out of life's mysterious and frightening, wondrous and incomprehensible continuum, even to the edges of the universe." -- Harry Middleton
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