Silicon Investor (SI) -- The First Internet Community

STOCKTALK

We've detected that you're using an ad content blocking browser plug-in or feature. Ads provide a critical source of revenue to the continued operation of Silicon Investor. We ask that you disable ad blocking while on Silicon Investor in the best interests of our community. If you are not using an ad blocker but are still receiving this message, make sure your browser's tracking protection is set to the 'standard' level.

Gold/Mining/Energy : ABC - Abacan Resources, Nigerian Oil $$$ -- Ignore unavailable to you. Want to Upgrade?

To: Arktic who wrote (2785)	5/16/1999 6:39:00 PM
From: Sam Lee	Read Replies (1) \| Respond to of 3156

Man oh man. I even hate to post my weekend. Really dull by comparison. Went 7 for 10 with a walk and 2 hrs. Got too much sun. Drove home from Beaumont, drank two beers, still dehydrated. Guess I'll take a nap and dream of fishing and bear fighting in the wilderness. Now that is for real men. I'm just a softball junkie. Maybe in the next week or so Abacan will give us some bankable news. Later.

To: Arktic who wrote (2785)	5/16/1999 11:18:00 PM
From: Razorbak	Read Replies (1) \| Respond to of 3156

Mr. Craig's Annual Alaskan Moose Hunting Trip ;^) Mr. Craig and one of his hunting buddies (we'll call him "Tom" to protect the innocent) hire a small plane to take them to a remote area of Alaska for their annual moose hunting trip. Upon dropping off the two hunters, the pilot tells them, "Remember only one moose, because the plane wouldn't be able to take off with more weight than that." Paul and Tom quickly depart the plane and begin their long trek into the wilderness in search of moose. A week later when the plane returns to pick them up, the pilot finds Paul and Tom standing by the lake with two moose. The pilot fumes, "I told you guys only one moose! You'll have to leave the second one behind 'cause we won't be able to take off with that much weight." "Oh, c'mon!", begs Paul. "Last year, the pilot let us take two moose home. You're just being chicken." Not wanting to appear a coward, the pilot finally agreed to allow the two moose on-board. The plane starts across the lake, straining to take off. The pilot tries and tries to ascend, but to no avail. In less than 15 seconds, they run out of room at the end of the lake, and the plane crashes into the trees. A while later, after coming to, Tom gets up, looks at the debris surrounding the wreckage, and asks Paul, "Where the hell are we?" Paul slowly surveys the situation and then replies, "Oh, I'd say about a hundred yards farther than last year." __________________ OK, Paul, that's obviously another spoof. <vbg> But I couldn't pass up the opportunity to add to the folklore surrounding your annual adventures in the Alaskan wilderness. ;^)