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I swear ta God, I don't know who Pogo is. Groucho, who is Pogo? I hope he is someone respectable... :)

Thanks Dmiller. And, I know that you have told me a number of times how to do it, and I have followed that info to a "t". But, it only works "occasionally", and recently I have had no success at all. I really don't thin that it is operator error. Unless that is, my mind is going. But thanks man! Yeah, that was a nice fish. Nice to have the fun, and nice to release him too. I am somewhat of a "romantic" when it comes to things like that. A good and beautiful fish that gives me a gallant fight like that just some how deserves to be set free. But that's just me I 'spose. Especially because he was my first King on a fly rod. I will probably keep others though, because fresh grilled King salmon is truly awesome with basmati rice, a veg, and my wife's special sauce on the rice and fish. Oh, and a nice bottle of Merlot tops it off perfectly...

I caught a 19.6 pound King (Chinook) salmon this evening at the mouth of Auke Creek where it dumps into Auke Bay, Alaska! Whoo hoo! My first King on a fly rod ever! Yeah baby yeah! Man it was fine. I was using a 5 weight fly rod with a 17 pound tippet. The fly was a chartreuse "leech" pattern, and when I hooked him, he went on a scorching run. He stripped line off my reel so fast that it back lashed, got tangled, and stopped dead! Then I just held on, hoping he wouldn't break my line because it had basically come to it's "end" due to the tangle. But, I slowly worked him in, gaining back line until there was more on my reel to work with. And so, after I got him closer, he streaked off again but I was able to keep the breaks on him him till he slowed. Turns out, the fight lasted twenty minutes until I finally slid him in between the rocks and on to a nice bed of kelp. I unhooked the fly, grabbed him by the tail, revived him in the shallow water, and then released him to go off and do his final duties to some spawning female. Aww man! It was so exhilarating! And, there was no one there to witness it bu me and my dawg Jake. No camera, nuttin. But, I thank God for the privilege. Damn that was so fine! The King in the picture at the link is about the size of the one I caught this evening. And believe it or not, a nineteen pound King is not considered large. But it sure was to me on such a small fly rod! http://www.fish4salmon.com/pictures/kings/IMG_0685.JPG Sure wish I could just post the photo. Anybody here can do that?

Wait a minute, he is US! He just hasn't been "here" as long. But he was in TWI, just like us, so, he is US. I know he said "You all", but he is us and we are He. Or maybe She.

No, not Wendy Gross, Wendy Gould. I know for sure that she started and finished with the Tenth Corps, because, so did I. And, I remember that Wendy Gross married John Seifert. But, Wendy and Wendy did in fact have something in common. Their first names were the same and they both had dark and almost black hair.

My all time favorite for a woman is a kind called "Jonyu". I love that scent! But, my old girlfriend is the one who used to wear it, and I made the mistake of telling my wife that when I bought her some. And of course, she won't wear it. And of course, it was a bad ide on my part. Scents bring back memories, and that is a memory that has no place in my marriage. BUT, for those of you who haven't experienced the aroma of Jontu, maybe you'd like it. And, I always love the scent of a freshly showered woman. I love the smell of their freshly washed hair. Strangely, last month, one of the girls I work with had come to work and her hair was still wet from her morning shower. Not that that was strange, but on an impulse, as she walked by me, I said; "Hey come here, I want to smell your hair". And she did, and I took a deep whiff, and it was very nice, and I told her so. And she smiled and said; "Thanks!" And then I walked away, bewildered that I'd do that. But, I do think that it made her day...

Suda, your posts are most admirable! But, there is opposition to what you say, because there are some VERY one sided people here. And to give credence to both sides is for some, most reprehensible, sadly enough...

This place may not be so user friendly to people who still believe in the Bible, but, you must admit that the Bible, wrongly taught or not was very much central to our experiences while in The Way. So, don't be surprised if the subject pops up over and over here at the GSCafe. This site is not dedicated to those who now no longer believe in the Bible. As you know, we find people from A to Z here. From Mike To George Arr, and naturally, we should all be welcome here, along with our opinions. And, I did note that you, Groucho said; "in addition to posting here". I know you didn't say "leave". But no doubt the Bible will come up very often here, and with passion no doubt...

Come on now Groucho, I do not consider my whole life as a "has been". You took what I said out of context. The context of the statement I made was about someone saying to me that I could "get back in gear" as a minister again, and even more specifically about praying for or ministering healing. I am a "Now Is" guy too. :)

Masterfully done Suda, and it is evident that the whole effort stemmed from the love of God, and not for your own personal gain. You are a sweet girl. Mmmmmwwwwwaaaahhh! (and, that was in fact a holy kiss!)

Has anybody know of her what and whereabouts? When I was in the Tenth Corps, she was in the Eighth. She was always very sweet to me.

I always thought that the Rathjen family had a Harley shop in Washington State somewhere. Maybe you could Google "Rathjen" and Harley Davidson" and Washington State" and see what you come up with..

Scott was in the Tenth Corps with me, but I can't remember if her graduated with us or not. He and myself and about seven others had a blast on the tent crew one year, putting up all the tents for Corps Week and the ROA. I too hope he is okay, and sad to hear that he got burned as was noted.

I am not requesting you to write anything. I am fine. I was only responding to WordsnWorks's response the story about my Dad, and things grew from there. I'm fine and where I want to be. And thanks Dot. I'm fine.

I haven't read the whole thread, and it may be way off topic by now. But, the initial question about should we forgive men who did the things WW reminded of us of. My answer is YES. I don't think that they did anything close to what the people did who conspired to murder and carry out the crucifixion of our Lord Jesus Christ. And when he was dying Jesus said; "Forgive them Lord, for they know not what they do". To me, that example is the "end all". But, Groucho made what was to me an intelligent statement; And I agree. I can forgive, but it doesn't mean that I would ever trust that person again, and certainly would not allow them a position of authority again, that is if I had any say in the matter. I also do not think that a person who has done such things should be revered for all of their good works without noting their bad works. I do not think that they should be posthumously restored to their original position of respect either.

Thanks WW, but it's already been a very long time off. Years for that matter, and, I'm fine. One of the things I concluded when I quit my last assignment with The Way as a BC was this: If a man can't care for his own household, how can he take care of the church of God? There is a verse somewhere that basically states just that, and so, with that in mind, I told my BC that I was going to go and "get a job" and take care of my family instead of being broke all of the time. And, since '86 God has worked some wonderful blessings since then for me and my family, and I just don't know if I have it in me to get all "involved" with anything like all of that again. I've been to a few churches, some nice, some not so nice. And when the congregants get all excited to see my wife and kids and I for the first time at their church, we get treated all excitedly as "new people", and, it's really weird. Reminds me too much of how we treated "new people" in The Way. Maybe it's payback? Hah! But, I'm fine, really, and thanks.

Geez Dot, I am not really able to get behind all this. I am a "has been" in my own mind. I mean, I am thankful for what God has done, but, I feel like my time has passed or whatever. I shouldn't, and I know that it's wrong, but, well, maybe this is a wake up call, I dunno. Have you ever heard of a thing called "minister burnout"? I think there is a book about it, with a name similar to the term. I just can't seem to get behind "getting involved" again, although, I believe that it really is the right thing to do, ya know? Geez...

Geez ExCath, you just melted my heart. I am sorry for anything I ever said that may have hurt you and I wish you only the very best. Bless your heart. Kevin

Thanks W and W. But, I' kind of wary about it all. But I will just try to be there if someone needs me I guess. I'll just keep praying for my friend Gary. I certainly wouldn't want to give him a false hope. And Suda. What a most excellent post! It was the first thing I read this morning also. Not only was your point very well taken, but you are an excellent writer. Your thoughts were very well put together, and your spelling and grammar very good. Thanks!

Yeah ExCath, it really was something and still is. And, it meant so much to me too, because I had been nothing but trouble to my family ever since first grade. I was a terrible student, a classroom hellion, wise arse, attention seeking moron. I was expelled from one school for fighting, sent to another junior high on a promise to "turn over a new leaf", became a major stoner in ninth grade, and in a cloud of marijuana smoke, finally dropped out of high school in the tenth grade. I did join the Merchant Marines when I was sixteen after I dropped out, and I began to look as if I was going to "turn into something" as I began my career at sea and sailing the world. But two years later I got involved in The Way, much to may parent's dismay, and I became a disappointment again when I went WOW. But, it was the day I returned home from being a WOW that I found that my Dad was in the hospital. And, then after he was healed, he said that. And it still touches me to think of it. Much later though, after I had gone back to working as a Merchant Marine and was long gone from The Way, something hit me very hard. I was in the engine room of one of the ships I was on, and I had just attained "permanent status" as an engineer aboard the same ship my daughter is now working on. And I remember as I was standing, looking aft between the two monstrous diesel engines that were running full ahead, my engines, my babies, that the thought hit me, like right in the guts. I thought. "Geez, if only Dad could see me now, I finally have a real job". But by then he had passed away. And I burst into sobbing tears and had to go and hide behind the oily water separator till I got over it. I guess there is something very powerful about wanting "Dad's approval". But I am buoyed by what he said to me in that intensive care unit though...

Geez WW, I don't know. I did pray for my daughter over the cell phone while she was away at sea and sick with fever about a month ago, and daggone is she didn't get healed. It was something. She said that within a half hour she was fine. It was great for her to see God's healing power. But, I have no ministry, like many of my old friends from way days now have, and I don't even do a regular home fellowship anymore. I do have a friend, and old sheetrocking partner who fell from a scaffold and who is now paralyzed from the waist down, and I always feel guilty when I see him because I want him to be healed, but, I am afraid that if I bring it up, and he wants me to minister to him, that it won't happen. I just don't seem to have that "blind zeal" anymore, which really was a good thing, not a bad thing. But I pray for Gary Brummitt and would be so thrilled for him to be able to walk again. I know God can do it though.

It was a hello to everyone!

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And ya know, that scene at the hospital, and my Dad's healing has become a cool thing in our family's history. Pop lived for another twenty years after that, and that "And thank you so much son, I am so proud of you" thing brings tears to my eyes every time I think of it. Even right now.

Okay, thanks!