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Originally Posted by cosoj
In a mountain meadow at 5 am near Ouray, Colorado, while Elk hunting, I relieved myself while fantasizing about my friend's wife.
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SO NICE to see your post about Ouray. My late
relative was born/raised lived in Ouray until
he was drafted during WW2. He told me so many
cool stories about his adventures in that gorgeous
town, and point them out to me as we drove and
walked around there. One night, he and his girl
fell asleep after spending a wild night on a pasture.
He told me that he woke up when a random cow started
licking his head and face, as the sun was rising.