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So there is actually zero "regular head water maintenance" that can be done by people.

What regular maintenance can be done with the actual headwaters?

Siamese twins walk into a bar in Toronto and park themselves on a bar stool. One of them says to the bartender, "Don't mind us; as you can see, we're joined side by side at the hip. I'm John, he's Jim. Two Molson Canadian draft beers, please." The bartender, feeling slightly awkward, tries to make polite conversation while pouring the beers. "Been on vacation yet, boys"? "Off to England next month," says John. "We go to England every year, rent a car and drive for miles. Don't we, Jim?" Jim agrees. "Ah, England !" says the bartender. "Wonderful country ... the history, the beer, the culture ..." "Nah, we don't like all that British stuff," says John. "Hamburgers and Molson's beer, that's us, eh Jim? And we can't stand the English - they're so arrogant and rude." Bartender asks: Then why keep going to England? "It's the only chance Jim gets to drive."

Gas attack at Home Depot I went to Home Depot recently while not being altogether sure that course of action was a wise one. You see, the previous evening I had prepared and consumed a massive quantity of my patented 'you're definitely going to **** yourself' road-kill chili. Tasty stuff, although hot to the point of being painful, which comes with a written guarantee from me that if you eat it, the next day both of your butt cheeks WILL fall off. Here's the thing. I had awakened that morning, and even after two cups of coffee (and all of you know what I mean) nothing happened. No 'Watson's Movement. Despite the chilies swimming their way through my intestinal tract, I was unable to create the usual morning symphony referred to by my dear wife as 'thunder and lightning'. Knowing that a time of reckoning HAD to come, yet not sure of just when, I bravely set off for Home Depot, my quest being paint and supplies to refinish the deck. Upon entering the store at first all seemed normal. I selected a cart and began pushing it about dropping items in for purchase. It wasn't until I was at the opposite end of the store from the toilets that the pain hit me. Oh, don't look at me like you don't know what I'm talking about. I'm referring to that 'Uh Oh, ****, gotta go' pain that always seems to hit us at the wrong time. The thing is, this pain was different. The chilies from the night before were staging a revolt. In a mad rush for freedom they bullied their way through the small intestines, forcing their way into the large intestines, and before I could take one step in the direction of the toilets which would bring sweet relief, it happened. The chilies fired a warning shot. There I stood, alone in the paint and stain section, suddenly enveloped in a toxic cloud the likes of which has never before been recorded. I was afraid to move for fear that more of this vile odor might escape me. Slowly, oh so slowly, the pressure seemed to leave the lower part of my body, and I began to move up the aisle and out of it, just as an orange apron clerk turned the corner and asked if I needed any help. I don't know what made me do it, but I stopped to see what his reaction would be to the toxic non-visible fog that refused to dissipate.. Have you ever been torn in two different directions emotionally? Here's what I mean, and I'm sure some of you at least will be able to relate. I could've warned that poor clerk, but didn't. I simply watched as he walked into an invisible, and apparently indestructible, wall of odor so terrible that all he could do before gathering his senses and running, was to stand there blinking and waving his arms about his head as though trying to ward off angry bees. This, of course, made me feel terrible, but then made me laugh. ........BIG mistake!!!!! Here's the thing. When you laugh, it's hard to keep things 'clamped down', if you know what I mean. With each new guffaw an explosive issue burst forth from my nether region. Some were so loud and echoing that I was later told a few folks in other aisles had ducked, fearing that someone was robbing the store and firing off a shotgun. Suddenly things were no longer funny. 'It' was coming, and I raced off through the store towards the toilet, laying down a cloud the whole way, praying that I'd make it before the grand explosion took place. Luck was on my side. Just in the nick of time I got to the john, began the inevitable 'Oh my God', floating above the toilet seat because my ass is burning SO BAD purging. One poor fellow walked in while I was in the middle of what is the true meaning of 'Shock and Awe.' He made a gagging sound, and disgustedly said, 'Son-of-a-bitch!, did it smell that bad when you ate it?', then quickly left. Once finished and I left the restroom, reacquired my partially filled cart intending to carry on with my shopping when a store employee approached me and said, 'Sir, you might want to step outside for a few minutes. It appears some prankster set off a stink bomb in the store. The manager is going to run the vent fans on high for a minute or two which ought to take care of the problem.' My smirking of course set me off again, causing residual gases to escape me. The employee took one sniff, jumped back pulling his apron up to cover his nose and, pointing at me in an accusing manner shouted, 'IT'S YOU!', then ran off returning moments later with the manager. I was unceremoniously escorted from the premises and asked none too kindly not to return. I got home again without my supplies, I realized that there was nothing to eat but leftover chili, so I consumed two more bowls. The next day I went to shop at Lowe's. I can't say anymore about that because we are in court over the whole matter. Bastards claim they're going to have to repaint the store.

Well Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year to You!! I too just love to have a bit of snapper now and then.......lol

NDP Alberta Premier Rachel Notley and her driver were cruising home along a country road, in Southern Alberta one evening when an ancient cow loomed in front of the car. The driver tried to avoid it , but couldn't. The aged cow was struck and killed. Premier Notley told her driver to go up to the farmhouse and explain to the owners what had happened and pay them for the cow. She stayed in the car making phone calls.About an hour later the driver staggered back to the car with his clothes in disarray. He was holding a half-empty bottle of expensive wine in one hand, a huge Cuban cigar in the other, and was smiling happily, smeared with lipstick."What happened to you?," asked Rachel."Well," the driver replied, "the farmer gave me the cigar, his wife gave me the wine, and their beautiful twin daughters made passionate love to me.""What did you tell them?" asked Premier Notley.The driver replied, "I just stepped inside the door and said, 'I'm Alberta Premier Rachel Notley’s driver and I've just killed the old cow.' The rest happened so fast I couldn't stop it."

www.endura.ca/ Call Endura as they manufacture paint and have the expertise to take you from beginning to end. After the Aluminum is etched the paint adheres to it beautifully.Just don't touch it after. I painted an old Airplane(Stinson 108 for the plane buffs) that was fabric and aluminum many years ago and it is quite easy to work with. Endura sold me the paint and they were very helpful as I had not painted anything before other than with rattle cans. They can add flex agents for you that would also help in a boat application. Try it your self, just do a few "test runs" before then giver. Really is pretty easy and you could put your personal "stamp" on it.

A refugee arrives in Toronto as a new immigrant to Canada. He stops the first person he sees walking down the street and says, "Thank you Mr. Canadian, for letting me come into this country, giving me housing, income support, free medical care, free housing and a free education!” The passer-by says, "You are mistaken, I am also a new immigrant.” The man goes on and encounters another passer-by. "Thank you for having such a beautiful country here in Canada.” The person says, "I not Canadian, I am a new immigrant.” The new arrival walks further, and the next person he sees he stops, shakes his hand, and says, "Thank you for wonderful country Canada.” That person puts up his hand and says, "I am from the middle east. I am not Canadian.” He finally sees a nice lady and asks, "Are you a Canadian woman?” She says, "No, I am from Africa." Puzzled, he asks her, "Where are all the Canadians?” The African lady checks her watch and says, "Probably at work.”

I am not the Cranky Taco.

Go on that forum and tell them instead of being pussies and whining from afar. This forum gossips about them.......Honestly it is very small minded.

For rentals would a higher quality raft like Maravia, NRS, Aires, Riken not be a better water craft to rent out. Possibly end up renting to many drift boat owners who would like to try some skinnier water closer to the mountains? Lots of faster BC stuff like the Bull upstream of the dam? Drifters are the best on bigger and wider but you are really limited with what you can navigate. A higher quality raft can be bounced off lots without the scars a drift would incur. Much better chance of commercial success for the owner too....

Goat Mountain Getaway on west side of Frank is the nicest in the Pass. Very nice "dog people" own it.

How did the Hutterite find the sheep that was tangled up in the barbed wire fence ? Very satisfying.

You are getting frustrated because people are not lining up behind you for your imaginary cause. Your words do not need to be gentler there needs to be less of them or think more before typing and using a tragic event as excuse is beyond lame.

I go to the water to fish not meet dogs. There is also a much greater risk of being bitten by a dog in the farthest reaches of cutthroat habitat than by any bears and some people bring shotties for bears? Never had trouble with a bear yet but dogs a few times fishing. Keep your dog on a leash when in public please.

Assuming they kept the fish is jumping to a conclusion with out facts and not really fair. The video was uploaded in January 2010 and we are not sure when the fishing took place. It could also be from a different water body at a different/ earlier date and they are actually not interested in hot spotting like so many others. If it is in fact the Oldman river the biggest crime in my eyes is there are Rainbows in a Cutthroat river. Gross negligence right there.

Was in Belize and broke one of my salt rods and phoned Sage and they told me no dealers down there. They sent a loaner down via fed ex that took three days. I don't think I can afford low priced poorly serviced rods.

It's great he put his skates back on quickly and went out to enjoy the sport with friends. He did get cut but the people who cut him could have easily made a mistake by doing so and many people who have played in the NHL were also cut at some time in their hockey careers. I believe that being cut or having small set backs in life are some of the best/strongest character builders out there too. Good sportsmanship is a skill only learned by experiencing both sides of the after game hand shakes etc.

Exactly. Could not of said it better. That is why so many fisherman hated them not so long ago. Figured they ate all the "good eating" trout and were terrible table fair themselves.

Thanks Smitty! Really appreciate the leg up. Web-based GeneChip Analysis System Didn't think that would be Taco's thing...

Okay Taco I will bite...... What is the acronym WGAS?

If you are truly concerned give them a call and ask, they may surprise you and have a very good reason. Its harvey passage and the end of October would have icing conditions. It actually could be a case of very good management when all the considerations are in front of you. It would really be interesting to know how they got to this decision.

I am not sure what the problem is? They are going to lower the flow rate to 40-50 cubic meters/second from today's rate of 78 for safety for their employees?

I do have pics of him sitting too. He was never hiding from the doe and I think his whole plan was to just get a little bit closer as time war on and she got used to his presence. I think she was alone as I did not see any other deer around her. Maybe this way he only had to deal with one set of eyes? He sure is in beautiful shape, just ripling muscles. We know he was a male by a few shots of the package but that was difficult to see at first but we had the good fortune of watching him for an extended period of time- for a Cat anyway.

Here is another.