Woo Hoo BWCAW Permits

“The times I was in BWCA I don't remember getting permits......'74 & '80”

“How much, exactly, do you remember about anything of those trips?”

“1 - 0 for the Nimblefoot.”

“MarkO, do you remember .... errrr.... uhhh... CLOTHES on these trips??!??

LMAO... oops, maybe better cover that @ ss before laughing it off. ;-P”

“Lizs - you're safe. No one could laugh THAT much ;)”

“now wait, I was talking about MarkO's butt here... but me worries Nimblefoot is saying that **I** am a fat @ ss.

I maybe, kinda am.... BUT STILL!!!! hmmmmm..... lol”

“Ha ha !!

I remember the routine for getting in and out of the tent to go for a piss.

We were using one of those three-zipper screen door tents.....and ancient Eureka wall tent, new in '73.

One or two guys would man the zippers and the pisser would dive out while the zippers were momentarily open.

You had to dance and swat while whizzing, then you run around the tent three times to elude the mosquitoes and holler as you're rounding the last bend before diving in.

After zipping shut we would hunt down the critters that got in and squash 'em.”

“"After zipping shut we would hunt down the critters that got in and squash 'em"

Zipping "what" exactly...and why didn't you just stab 'em with an ice pick similarly to the way you get rid of crabs?

You're just digging yourself more of a hole, lol.”