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Robb
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Pick Up Truck Heaven
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Nov 19, 2007 - 07:12pm PT
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BR Master of OE and smooth organ meats.
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Tarbuster
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Nov 20, 2007 - 01:44am PT
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Camp 4 lot:
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Tarbuster
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Nov 20, 2007 - 11:28am PT
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Degnan's:
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Tarbuster
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Nov 20, 2007 - 05:42pm PT
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Billy, self portrait, with Dan McDevitt & Walt Shipley:
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'Pass the Pitons' Pete
Big Wall climber
like Oakville, Ontario, Canada, eh?
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Nov 20, 2007 - 07:43pm PT
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Now THAT is a great photo!
Dang, this rocks. Caving down in Kentucky, Happy Hour is one dollar per draft. And that's a piddly-ass US dollar, like 94 cents, eh?
Beauty, eh?
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Tarbuster
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Nov 20, 2007 - 11:39pm PT
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Swill’um Billum’ w/ Don Lauria, last summer:
Swilliam being entertained by Cochran & Carter:
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Tarbuster
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Nov 21, 2007 - 12:16am PT
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Bill Russel has kept the lifestyle alive for nearly 30 years: I gotta tip my hat to that!
Most all my "back in the day" memories of Billy have the do with climbing and having a good time together.
We mixed martinis one afternoon in El Cap Meadow and then spontaneously went down to climb The Meatgrinder: boy, that was a good day under the sun. To do the OW on left side of Gollum we had red wine right there at the base. For Power Point, Bill graciously followed all of it with a six pack of old English on his back: all he asked after was leading rights to the crux off width and lead it he did. When he lead Twilight Zone, I can't remember what the drink of the day was, but we just trudged right up it, as with most routes we did together.
We both liked cowboy hats and boots 'n stuff and while we were (are) just posers, we'd keenly debate the attributes of various boot heels (walkin' heel, ridin' heel, doggin' heel) as well as hat styles. Sometimes, when I wanted to put Billy down during one of these enthusiastic western wear debates, I'd just slam him with, “What would you know about it Billy? Sheez……. Ya ever been to a real hat shop, Chump???
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Maysho
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Truckee, CA
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Nov 21, 2007 - 09:56am PT
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Enjoyed his company in C4 when we were young guys in the 70's, had a great time with him last spring on the big river. A fine man, hope his liver holds out!
He told me he would visit us here on ST but he has been heavily slandered in the past, and prefers to avoid it. Oh well.
Peter
One day, he was kickin it lounging on the raft tube, when a sharp wave knocked him ass over tea kettle into the drink. I was right behind and had the classic view of his limbs akimbo like a bug flailing on its back then rolling into the green water with a thrashing splash. Somehow he kept the high gravity old E upright in his hand and no water polluted that already nasty brew.
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Tarbuster
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Nov 21, 2007 - 11:30am PT
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No kiddin' Kat!
He knows we love 'im.
Don't tell him that though, cuz it just ain't the tough guy way...
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Tarbuster
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Nov 21, 2007 - 12:07pm PT
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Boy oh boy, you sure do have that one right gal!
Put any number of boys together greater than two, and you have a constant stream of shittalking, cruel and unusual punishment, tough love.
Walt and Billy were once holed up together on a ski tour, maybe out in Tuolumne in one of the cache cabins and things got a little rowdy between them, culminating in Walt punching Billy in the mouth and takin’ out some teeth.
The next spring, Billy, Russ Walling and I convened in the rescue site for the usual shenanigans. One of these was a weekly visit to Mariposa where Billy would get his dental work done. Essentially it was a great excuse for us to pick up barbecue supplies and cheap malt liquor.
This was the inception of the “organ fest”: an idea of Billy's to get packets of protein rich, smooth organ meats from chicken and cook that stuff up with the proper amount of greens. So every Wednesday we’d pile into my little Toyota and do this Mariposa loop, pretty much shittalking each other the whole way down there and back.
Once back at camp 4, we'd set up barbecues, margaritas, box wine, tall malt liquors, and an assortment of loud an onerous music, all set out around the notion of being cantankerous, drunk and silly. We'd play Bob Wills & the Texas playboys, Van Halen, Black Sabbath and flick chicken necks on McDevitt's tent. Sometimes we fell down and we always had lots of fun with it. I don't think there were any hugs.
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T2
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Cardiff by the sea
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Nov 21, 2007 - 12:10pm PT
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I am with you Maysho I too hope his liver holds out. Bill is a good man I believe he does lurk around here.
Cheers Bill and post a reply to your thread here bitch!!
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clubber
Trad climber
eldorado springs,co
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Nov 22, 2007 - 12:19pm PT
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Bill "master o safety" R. is quite the character. I have known Bill fer about 29 years. What my estemmed f-nes clubber Chez says is true, We use to go to Bill's house at 2 in the morning,smash bottles against the side of the house(led by Bill of course),go into the basement and he crank the music so loud it wakes up the neighbors. the pull up bar was fer consuming fuk-nes not doing pull-ups.
one time at Devils lake,It was NITE. we decided a little bouldering was in order we headed up to the Lou Reed boulder and proceeded to get JACKED and boulder by flashlite.We failed to notice the rangers sneak up on us. They yelled "FREEZE,lets see some ID" Bill jumps up off the ground ,pulls out his wallet and gives his drivers license to the MAN,then turns around and runs off into the nite. Smart Move. Well Bill spent the rest of the summer and fall lurking arund DL in various disguises and even being transported around in the trunk of folks cars to avoid detection. That fall we were getting jacked at a campsite when the ranger who had Bills ID sitting on his desk all summer pulls up to see how we are handlin our alchol, he recognizes Bill and handcuffs him and stuffs him in the back of the patrol car .Well Bill rolls down the window and starts yellin for us to set the president free. Yeah ,right we had our own problems.All hell broke loose!!The rangers wanted to know who was the leader of our club. pretty funny.
Bill was once "self proclaimed" president of the DLFA ,and he was a damned good one cause he would get SOOO JACKED.But eventually he got to big fer his britches and was replaced by another "self proclaimed" president.
I destinctly remember once during the TEN DAYS OF FUK-NES seeing Bill puke at least 4 times in 24 hours and it wasn't from food poisoning.What a great F-nes clubber,up hold the the traditions of fuk-nes and walking the fine line of fuk-nes.There are a number of other stories. Peace and f-nes Steve S.
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Tarbuster
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Nov 22, 2007 - 12:45pm PT
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Clubber wrote:
"seeing Bill puke at least 4 times in 24 hours and it wasn't from food poisoning"
-see Russ Walling for a recount of Billy's infamous "Bad Olive Defense".
Long live the DLFA.
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James
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A tent in the redwoods
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Nov 22, 2007 - 01:30pm PT
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Last January, a couple kids and I went out to the Sunny & Steep wall in Calico Basin, just outside of Vegas, to do a little sport wanking. I managed to convince Sesler to hang the draws on a couple routes, and tow Billy out there too.
Swilliam showed up with his usual swagger,a tall boy in his hand, and he cranked out the sport routes, even trying a 5.12 in his tennies. By dusk, we were sufficiently worked, and Billy had crushed all his supplies-two more tall boys and a sixer of Natty Ice. Sesler led the way out with Billy tramping right along behind. There was a short section of fourth class, a couple steps down a sandstone shoot. Sesler navigated the down climb and was in the wash below. Billy started to step down, then whump! Billy pinballed down the sandstone. I scrambled down, thinking Billy was f*#ked for sure- a head full of blood, broken bones, the works. But there he was, brushing his shoulder off and staring at his beer. He grumbled, "Didn't lose too much."
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Tarbuster
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Nov 22, 2007 - 02:22pm PT
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hahahahahaha!
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chez
Social climber
chicago ill
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Nov 22, 2007 - 11:23pm PT
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Say that reminds me.
About a decade ago i was with Billy working on a route in the ORG.
I turn to Bill and say, Hey Bill how about a beer? (Seein' how i forgot my usual liquid rack.)
Bill looks at me and says " no way i only brought 12."
SWEEET!
Chez
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Tarbuster
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Nov 22, 2007 - 11:59pm PT
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Okay Cheznuski,
This could be my last pic, so how 'bout one more Billy story from you?
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clubber
Trad climber
eldorado springs,co
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Nov 23, 2007 - 11:44am PT
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Yo, Thats a good one Chez.
Roy,Nice pics.I think I have heard the "bad olive" in the martini before. If'n ya wanna see some classic Russell pics check out the web site Mountain project and Devils lake,and look up the route DLFA. I,m too lazy to post the pics here.
One time Old Bill was leading Church Bowl Tree crack,the belayer was slouched on the bench with some swill. Bill was about 40 feet up and we reminded Bill he should have put in a directional to keep from zippering his gear.Well Bill goes into a tirade about he didnt need it and that was a lame DL habit. As you can guess he fell and pulled all his gear except the one nut that held his fall.I think thats when we named him "Master o safety"
another time Bill got his ass back to the old country(wisconsin) fer his sisters wedding.He showed up at the reception wearing a t-shirt that said "BEERO IS MY HERO". The grooms father PAID him to go away.He showed up shortly after at the lake to get jacked and climb with us.AT least thats the story he told us.
Be care full when Bill is mixing yer drinks,they are usually 95% alchol and 5% mixer. Peace and f-nes Steve S.
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prunes
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Topic Author's Reply - Nov 23, 2007 - 12:03pm PT
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One sunny day the Sarge and I hiked up to bivy under the North Face of Temple to climb the Greenwood/Locke. Since we arrived early we thought it would be a good time to consume LSD. We had a blast that day just hanging out. We did stay up late and we missed are alpine start. This was a good thing because in the early morning the entire summit serac calfed off blasting the entire face and stopping a 100 or so yards from are bivy.
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BASE104
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An Oil Field
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Nov 23, 2007 - 12:52pm PT
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I must have timed things just right. I went to one, maybe two, of the smooth organ fests with just Russ and Sergeant Liquor.
It was very elaborate. Russ would erect "the slander curtain," between the farthest SAR table and the rest of C4. Then tiki torches, kind of like "Survivor." We would slap on all of these wicked ugly slimy things and they would cook down to about the size of a dime. Russ and Bill would wear cowboy boots and hats, listen to nothing but Johnny Cash and Bob Wills. I was from Oklahoma, and said once to Russ..
"What the hell are you guys doing playing cowboy, Russ you are from Pasadena or someplace."
The reply was always, "We are not cowboys, we are western wear enthusiasts."
And yes, all chicken necks bounced off Dan McD's tents. He had a much nicer tent than the rest of the ghetto. Urination was always on Russ's tent, which he claimed was "Super Duper Water Proof...
With the tiki torches burning and all, that whole end of camp seemed to clear out, lest they be next on the hibachi.
And when Bill got that horrible food poisoning, it was me who called 911. I always felt bad about that, but it looked like he was toast. I saw him in the Milks that winter, and we hung out and drank beer all night. He didn't kick my ass.
I haven't seen him in years, but Russ and Bill together could have put an act on for Vegas, they were so funny. Merciless, I might add.
Whoever sees him next, tell him that Herndie says Hi.
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