These 'aint your mamma's fluffy pinks
Maybe this isn't the best time of year to review what is, basically, a slipper. But, we've been getting close to frost each night in Missoula and the elk are bugeling, not that I would know personally, as I've been roped to this desk like a steer. Each day, as that knot ties around my ankles I look down and see Korkers Fisherman's Moc's attached to my feet. Why? Because these things are about as comfortable a shoe/slipper/sandal as I've ever worn

So Much for The Record Book

Two things I love about this image. First, the anarchy sign on the outhouse, which I fully support, especially in this day of political corruption and general despair. And, second, my friend, Dan Summerfield, is holding a monster yellow perch that he caught at Northwest Montana's Lone Pine Reservoir earlier this year.