Was my pleasure at the Missouri camp to meet General George Armstrong Billbob. Dude walks up to me and says "You JackB?" Now that only goes one of two ways for me; either I'm in for an azz beatin' or a "How you doin?" Fortunately it was the latter. Filled me in on the ES rumors and the camper (all true) on how quiet in person WB is etc. etc. Also got to meet Slab and his pal Tom, who fished with me on Saturday. If any of you were wondering if there was a male version of CN, this guy is it. Lives in Illinois and as soon as he fount out I was originally from Chicago, it was a constant blah blah blah. I was praying we would run into some turkey hunters so I could borrow a gun to blow my brains out. Just kidding, billbob I enjoyed talking to you sir and Tom, you are welcome to fish with me anytime, it was a great day. ('specially since it will prolly be like a year before I see you again, I should be fully recoveredRofl)