Handles eh? Caneybuff told me abuot this thread. Let's see here now. RonS. Sounds like a regular guy. Not what one would consider to be a very iconic handle when one considers to handle one's self.Most of the time he is a mild mannered beginnner of a fly fisherman. A wine and liquor retailer with a wife and a couple of grown kids. He has been known to plunk at a guitar and get at a plonk. He mows the yard. He feeds the dogs and he likes to sear a ribeye on the grill and he likes to cook chili. He is a regular guy. On the outside he is a dreamer of dreams and one of those guys that has never met a stranger. You must beware though, for deep within lurks an entirely different beast. A beast that many mortals have fallen victim to and of which, very few survive the experience. Yes friends, hidden and invisible within the depths of this regular guy's soul, nay his heart and even deeper still is a monster. From the deepest, darkest crevices of his very bowels comes the truth. Most that fall victim to this regular guy's other side suffer from the whitening of hair, loss of speech, bulging of eyes. They can only stutter and stammer, drool and stumble. You see, his beast within descends upon it's victim like a dense, black fog that cannot be touched nor beaten back. It will settle over your body and suck the very air from your lungs. Never satisfied unless it has claimed a life or at the very least rendered it's victim to nothing more than a heap of quivering carbon and water. He is not really a regular guy at all. The beast within is a very, very irregular guy.Beware this RonS, for he is the man also known as
Fintoil, fintoil, fintoil. Never did like Kansas.