Originally Posted by Grif
Yep. Leave them wimmin at home. The river ain't no place fer wimmin right now!
Grif, ol pal, you and me we go back a long way. We've put away an ocean of Schlitz and a ton of turkey legs sitting around fires while the big old river flowed by and sang us her song. But just cause you go boating once with a gal that bout lost her life when she swam, that don't mean the river's no place for wimmin when it's like this. Yessir, Grif, we 'gree on most everthin,' but you're wrong about this one, ol bud. There's wimmin out there that are made for this kind of water, wimmin that belong on this kind o water. The kind of womman that when the water's high, swift, and muddy, will get a gleam in her eye and say in a low voice, "take me to the river, babe, take me to the river."