[pct-l] Farm Girls and the PCT

[hiker97 at aol.com]

One evening PCT Grizzlywas down at the local trailtown saloon with his bros and PCT thru-hikers.  It was crowded and everyone was having a goodtime with hot pizza and cold brews.  Itis a typical Saturday night in a trailtown with hard-core hikers gratefullywashing away the trail.
 
Grizzly was deep into conversationat the end of the bar with several young thru-hikers about the pros and cons ofultralight hiking.  All at once in comes agroup of hefty local farm girls.  It mustbe a full moon or something for they are out trolling the town for PCT hikers.  These gals take what they want and you hopeit is not you.  They saddle up to the barand everyone moves away.
 
Presently, Grizzlynotices the gals eyeing the group of fetching PCT hikers he is talking to.  He has an uneasy feeling inside.  All at once one of the gals slowly slides up behindthe nearest fellow.  Grizzly can hear thewood floor boards creak and strain as she approaches --- things shake like thestart of an earthquake.  She gives aquick shot at the spittoon and sizes up his new friend and now victim.
 
Presently, she slaps thehiker on the rear and says, “Hey sexy how about you give me your number andthen we can do some partying.”
 
Hiker: “Why, yes ma’am.  Do you have a pen?”
 
She replies, “Why sugar,I sure do.”
 
Hiker: “Well, you betterget back in it before the farmer notices you’re missing.” 
 
Grizzly does not remembermuch after that.  His wife, TrailDust,found him the next morning next to a parking meter in front of the saloon’sbusted windows and destruction. 
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