It's gone, puked, punched, and chocolate milk. At 4800 cfs, there's no sense in looking at it below the Turnow branch, and we're not gonna fit 30 boats into the upper east fork. Well, looks like it's feast or famine when it comes to rain.

Better tell the Orygunners to make other plans, RT. We'll just have to outfish you at a leter date. laugh
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She was standin' alone over by the juke box, like she'd something to sell.
I said "baby, what's the goin' price?" She told me to go to hell.

Bon Scott - Shot Down in Flames