I can see it now; a giraffe landau roof on the Silverado HD, and Paul cruising the street, blasting out "Lowrider" on the stereo.

Do you have any idea how badly coffee HURTS when it is ejected out your nose?????

Dung beetle.... ouch!

Gene...

At least I can see my HYDRAULICS!  Rumor has it you haven't seen yours in over 30 years!

Short is beautiful, useful, pleasant, sexy, and the envy of everyone tall.

Steve...2009.  You better do it before you're too old!

Too F. Short

Not even a e-mail

Hang on, Bob...

My grandson did all the photo down loads and I can't find a bunch of them.  Your magic bow took 9 more critters and when I can find the @#$%^^#$ photos in my files, I'll email you.

You are STILL the best bowyer on earth, fear not!

AND...I am STILL your HERO!

Too Short and Too Humble!

Gene...

The Guy from Boston is hysterical.  How do you find this stuff?

www.theguyfromboston.com   Check that out.  Only Wensel could come up with this stuff.

Too Short

Dwarf,
The Guy From Boston will quickly become your hero.
 You've been using that line about my hydraulics for over a decade now. Can't you come up with anything new? I can see mine anytime I want. Thats why God made mirrors. I question why you are always looking at yourself anyway. At least I didn't quit growing at age ten.

You'll be happy to know, Gene, that I finally reached the pinacle of success in all I have wanted in my life!

The other day, Karen accused me of behaving like an eight year old.  YES! YES! YES!

All the other lines I would like to use to describe you are not allowed in this web site.  Hugs and kisses, big guy!

Too F. Short

That explains it. You obviously quit growing at eight years old.
  For those interested, I'd like to tell the story of the first time I met Paul Brunner. In 1972 I was driving in downtown Missoula, Montana. As I pulled up to a traffic light, I looked out the side window at a foxy chick in a tank top. I thought I was stopped but I rolled ahead, hitting the bumper of the car in front of me. The door opened up and out jumped a dwarf. The little guy waddled back as I rolled down my window. He yelled at me, "I AM NOT HAPPY..."
   I politely said, "Well, which one are you then?"
  And the Eighth Dwarf was born that day....

Way to go Paul.

You planning on any new videos?  I'd love one of your buffalo hunts.  I don't watch many hunting videos, but I sure enjoyed "Street Smart".  The segment on your snake catching was appreciated too.