The View From Mt Aukum

I sent that squirrely photograph by to the last meeting of the Gobs of Amarado and suggested that it ought to be considered for the trophy wall. I couldn't go so I just got a second hand report of what came down but this is what I heard happened. It seems that a couple of the guys didn't think that squirrel's whanger was actually no big deal. (Click on the squirrel for a closer look). They didn't seem to think it qualified as big enough to make the trophy wall, but then they didn't realize that he'd just done what he'd been doing for more than five minutes when that picture was took and he was kinda pooped. Every body jawed it up for awhile and they were getting nowhere until finally Cecil Thudwhacker got a belly full and stood up and said, "Unless one of you suckers can drop your drawers right now and show us a bigger one then I guess maybe you ought to shut to heck up so we can get on to some serious business, like tapping that Bud keg over there behind the bar." There being no one present who was willing to measure up against the squirrel, an immediate vote was called for and old Brer Squirrel with the monstrous big whanger now holds down a place of honor on the trophy wall of the Good Ol' Boys Of Amarado Clubhouse on the lower forty of the Foothills Institute For Esoteric Studies compound which is located up the creek, across the draw and just a ways down the ridge from the last cattle guard, right close to the Forest Service line.