[pct-l] Farm Girls and the PCT

[Martin Kaminer]

Thanks... here's one more in that vein for good measure:

A man finally decides to give up the rat race, sells his apartment and buys
a cabin in the mountains. No one around for miles. Peace and quiet, just
like he always longed for.

After a few days there's a knock on the door. He opens it and sees an
enormous bearded man nearly seven feet high, built like a bear, emitting a
fierce growl.

"My name's Enoch!" he says, "I'm your neighbor, 'bout five miles down the
road!"

"Pleased to meet you" the man says, somewhat startled.

"Glad to have a neighbor after all this time!" continued Enoch, "Came to
invite you to a party at my place Saturday night!"

That's nice, the man thinks, he did come here to get away but it had gotten
a bit lonely.

"Only thing," says Enoch, "kind of a rough crowd up here. Parties can get a
little wild!"

"That's OK," the man says, "I've seen my share of wild parties."

"There's gonna be some drinkin'!"

"That's alright," says the man.

"And there might be some fights!"

"I'm used to those too."

"And there might even be . . . some wild rampaging sex!"

"Really, I'm from New York, nothing shocks me. I appreciate the invitation,
looking forward to it."

"OK then!" roared Enoch, "We'll see you Saturday night at my place, five
miles down the road!"

Enoch turns to leave. The man asks him "Just curious, how many people will
be at this party?"

"Oh, just the two of us."
 On Dec 17, 2014 2:18 PM, <hiker97 at aol.com> wrote:

>
> 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.
> --------------------------------
> Your obedient servantand trail rapscallion,
> Switchback the TrailPirate
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