Great Article by Greg.
When we skied and even after we stopped skiing, Truckee was one of our favorite places to spend a few days or a week.
My wife and I, after we stopped skiing would take the Amtrac up and stay at the local hotel for a few days and nites and come back in the summer time or early fall.
Slowly, but surely the elite liberals from Marin, Gay Frisco and the East Bay started taking over the businesses and the town like they have in Oregon and New Mexico.
Often, they were, as my wife would say, “The in your face lieberals!” After one of our Amtrac trips and running into rabid Liberals, during the Clinton raping and pillaging era, my wife said no more. Food prices in the restaurants had got higher than gay Frisco and the portions grew smaller on each trip up.
After I retired, I would go up in my OJ Simpson Bronco to fly fish and deer hunt in the north Truckee areas if I got drawn for the hunt. I often got a lot of flak re my pro Rebublican bumper stickers. If I got a deer, I enjoyed strapping the dead/gutted deer on top my spare tire on the spare tire mount on the outside of the tail gate. The remaining deer blood would drip down over the rear bumber and my stickers.
I enjoyed driving to the forestry station to check in the deer, and then driving through Truckee to get to the butcher to have my deer butchered. The locals and other hunters would give a thumbs up, and the liebrals looked like they were ready to puke or fight me.
I fly fished on some of the streams up there and in the Truckee River. Often there were a lot rattlers on the back trails and two legged homeless snakes drugging it out in the outback begging for money.
I had a chest holster which fitted over my flyfishing waders. In that holster I carried my long barreled stainless steel 357 with a couple of 38 snake loads up front in the cylinder with hollow points coming up next.
After blasting one or two rattlers on the way to the water to fish. I never had to worry about liberal fly fishing water poachers getting to close to cast their flies. The two legged homeless snakes left me alone to the water and from the water.
Ping!