Admittedly they are a couple of “screamers” sizewise. Scary Squirrel Man manhandles my cuke as I attempt to get photographic evidence of the size of this sucker. that could explain why he looks like this. As the evening rolls along the beers are flowing, conversation is buzzing and a strange wind is blowing dipping the tempretures to a nipple hardening point. By 9 PM we retire inside to warm up and view the latest version of “Merchant of Venice.” I hit the sack by midnight. A good long fun Saturday and great start to a 3 day weekend.

Scary Squirrel Man molesting my cuke… or trying to augment his inadequacy