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2011 “What The Shuck” Dealer Rendezvous Update #1

Tired Kitty getting some action

With one night under our belt, I felt that you all might enjoy a quick update from the field (it is all work right?!?). As I am typing this, I am sitting in the back of a diesel-powered dodge truck, enroute to launch the drift boat on the Rio Grande River. The power of technology…we are living in the future.

Sunday started with a drive of 8-9 hours to show up in Creede, CO. Immediately the festivities begin. Dinner with a dozen other fly fishing dealers…pretty low key, then we head to Tommyknockers, the local watering hole. Allow me to back up for a moment, at the 2010 event we heard rumor of a local celebrity that occasionally makes an appearance. Apparently, a few years back, some locals were cleaning an old barn and found a petrified cat. That is right an old, dead, petrified cat. What do most people do when they make this discovery? Discard of it properly of course, but in this case, they made it the unofficial town mascot and named it “Tired Kitty”. Remember, it is not a dead cat, it’s just really, really tired. So, as were told, it is pretty rare for TK to show up to the party, but with the promise of endless beer, Tired Kitty’s keeper went home and took the event to a whole new level. I won’t go into too much detail, but plenty of photos were taken, many of laughs had and copious off-color jokes told. For what it’s worth, Tired Kitty has it’s own Facebook page.

Transition…I am now typing while sitting in the back of a drift boat, waiting for shuttles to be run.

Let the story pick back up at our lodging establishment. Our rooms had been assigned and I was assigned to a room with roommate #1 and roommate #2, names have been withheld for reasons you will learn shortly. Our particular room had two rooms, each with one bed and a roll away (ok, it was a mattress on the floor). Earlier in the day, we decided who would sleep where and roommate 2 said he would take the rollaway, since there was another room opening the next night. Well, around midnight, after the festivities at Tommyknokers, roommate 1 and I headed back to the room and retired to our respective beds. Exhausted after a long day, I went right to sleep. Then, around 2:30-3 AM, I was awoken in a little bit of a panic as my door was opened and a figure walk in. I froze and pulled the covers to my chin, waiting to find out my fate. Then, as quickly as the man came into the room, he pulled back the covers and climbed into bed. Keep in mind, this is a twin bed, so not a lot of room for buffer space. I then realized that it was roommate 2 and I quickly said, “I thought you were sleeping in the rollaway!?!”. He grunted, pulled the sheets up and fell asleep. I laid the for a few moments try to comprehend the whole situation. While I don’t think I will ever fully grasp it, I decided I had no other choice but to head to the rollaway bed. As I entered the other room, roommate 1 was sitting up in his bed. After staring awkwardly at each other for a moment, I yelled “What the f@&#!”. He proceeded to explain that roommate 2 was just in his room aggressively looking through every drawer. When he means every drawer, he means EVERY drawer, opening and slamming them. I then said, “Well, I guess I am sleeping in here.”

The rest of the night was a little nerve racking as we weren’t sure if the drunken sleepwalking invader would move again. I got up the next morning and went into my room, there was roommate 2 face down in a pillow. As he heard me enter the room, he gingerly lifted his head and asked “How did I get in this bed?”. I told him that I would explain over breakfast…

He was quite surprised by his own antics. I told him all the details and that “We will always have Creede”. Needless to say, we have been giving him a hard time ever since. I am not sure how I am going to explain all this to my wife.

I have been in Creede for 12 hours and it is already quite a tale. The next update will hopefully include some fishing…