There are bars, saloons and dives

tHERE are bars, there are saloons and there are dives, and trash joints. Of all of them the last two are mostly what we have here in Evanston Wyoming at least as it is currently.

Before I start out on what the full Reaper Club experience will be like, I need to give some examples of places that are equal to if not just slightly better than the Reaper and those we emulate.

The first is Shorty’s Saloon, of which the club has a controlling interest, but beyond that, Shorty’s always remembers me and the club, or just me. I walk in, the bar tenders there always clears my stool, and spot on the bar, my favorite chili and garlic bread is served along with my Bud long neck bottle. Whether I ask for it or not. Even if they haven’t seen me in a long time.

The next is another spot that used to be in Boise now residing in Coeur Delene Idaho. The place is called the Iron Horse, and tell you this; I walk in, Friday’s, clam chowder, that is a special recipe. I mean its velvety nor runny, velvet white, with carrots, celery, real chunk potatoes , again my garlic bread roll, and Bud, in my spot, in front of a TV, and they always remember to give me the remote.

Then there is Anchors Bistro and Bar in Twin Falls, that’s where I met Emme Lou, but more important, my shrimp in a basket, my fries cooked MY WAY, and my Bud draft. Right in front of my big screen TV and the remote so I can watch what I want to, in my spot in the mid section of the bar floor.

Exiting the Magic Valley, there is BJ Sports Bar there in Heyburn.

Same treatment, they remember me, what I want to eat, drink, and my TV. More over where I sit.

Rounding the Gem State out, there is the Green T there in Chubbuck just outside of Pocatello.

The common denominator? All of these places, treat their patrons like they are King Penus, they know and remember their regulars as well as the not so regulars. The cooks remember the patrons fave food and how they want it made. This is what makes a great place to drop the kickstand and sling your leg over and stay awhile.

However the Dives and trash joints here, have no idea of how to run such a place, but then that’s a leg up for us as we can show the locals and not so locals, what a classy truckers/bikers saloon is all about.

TTYLY

 

 

The History behind the Reaper

It’s not just from the TV show. The Reaper Club, is the Full Throttle Saloon and the Boars Nest mashed together as one helluva place done Hazzard Style.

But let’s look at the why and how the Reaper Club, got into the mix of the Knytes.

The beginnings of the Reaper goes back to the earliest days of the club. Back when we ran as the Hazzard County Knytes, needing some visual eye candy, for TV ads and so fourth, we took a page out of Firebird Raceway of Boise Idaho. See every year right before the annual FoX Hunt, in sponsorship by English Leather Cologne put on the Miss Fox Hunt contest at Shorty’s Saloon in Boise.

The winners would be on the English Leather Calendar and take home $5k. Great but what if you offered $25k, a place on a two year calendar and staged it like Firebird Raceway did it, in a saloon, where saloon patrons would cheer and hence vote on the hottest of the hotties.

Try as we might, we could not get one single bar, saloon, or other establishment to stage the event. The Knytes do not relish being told NO.

Not so volatile, lets say its a Sunday afternoon, your wanting a place with a big screen TV, some suds, spuds and a comfy chair to watch your favorite NASCAR race or drag race. In our area, your lucky to find a bar of any kind open, plus few if any are just showing a NASCAR race.

The first version of the Reaper was opened in a hole in the road called West-Point Idaho. Place sort of looked like the Boars Nest and that’s what we called it. Didn’t do very well.

The second attempt was in Springfield Idaho, again location was not good, so it was scrubbed.

Third location was in Morgan Utah, we called the place , Cooter’s Brew and Grill, complete with exotic dancers. However the place had to be scrubbed due to Marine duty.

Fourth location was again in Twin Falls, Idaho. The only reason that did not get off the ground, was the old gal that owned the place, decided, within two days of opening, to not sell the place. We should have sued but club officers said leave it alone. Right now between Twin Falls and Kimberly construction is under way for the grand Reaper.

Getting foxy bodies there is not a problem.

Two smaller versions of the Reaper is underway, one in Bliss Idaho, and the other here in Evanston Wyoming with an additional saloon, called GearHeads Saloon, which will be a full bore, NASCAR bar, similar to NASCAR Thunder just outside of the gates of Daytona Raceway.

That’s the how and why of the Reaper Club.

TTYLY

Can it be done? Yes, but only with the right people involved

Once again in the hot seat. The millions of dollars spent on talent searches. Wouldn’t it be nice if just once the right group of gals were assembled that could be molded together as the Hazzard County Angels? 24 of the hottest and not inhibited gals of legal age that could be called up at the spur of the moment, without jealous or psycho guy pals to upset things. My usual application standards are involved, and the first gals that can come in and do this> without 20 questions of why, so that my company gets its day on camera, so that this> that comes out like this, and this; is the kind of free spirit I’m looking for, so keep this in mind; but can it be done in Evanston Wyoming? That is my deepest and most worrisome thoughts and concerns. I and the Knytes as well as its sibling the AyreWolvez don’t like to have egg on our faces. You schedule up a camera crew, photographer, to do a shoot, and everybody is there except your feature talent. So you make phone calls, nobody answers the phone, or they see your name on the caller ID, and never answer. If they do answer you get something like, “ I talked to my boyfriend, and I decided not to do it” Only to find several weeks later, after somebody else does the shoot, they call and say can I have another chance. If you can’t believe in me or the club, now, don’t come back later.

Some wonder about the insistence on wearing nylons, and or tights, rather than fishnets or worse yet, barefoot. Its partly a hygiene thing, as a thin barrier between myself doing the smooching, and her sweaty foot. And two; wearing nylons just gives the look a bit more class.

But I think I have two people involved outside of the club that can help this whole gig, get put in motion. The bar right now from lack of available workers or female labor force, makes, plunking down $4k a month, in not one but 3 locations in town, a big gamble, let alone, if you can’t get 20 or so gals to be models, where are you going to find 12 to be on shift, of a place that’s nearly Coyote Ugly and the Boars Nest(Dukes-of-Hazzard) rolled into one. Where do you find gals that will dance on the bar, or cocktail servers who will allow strange men to drink from their boot or high heel? If you can’t all your doing is wasting $4k a month, that could be applied elsewhere.

So the first assignment I issued to my two new crew people, Matt and Sammi is have at least 4 or so hot gals to come to the Wolf’s Den here, in nylons with clean toes in nylon hose, that don’t have a problem with me kissing her toes. If the models can do that, just about anything else we assign them to do, will not be beyond their ability.

Any mile, body weak, need sleep.

TTYLY(Talk-To-You-Later-Ya’ll)

Moving forward on impulse speed, very slowly FINDING HINEY

wHY is it we always do the finding hiney before we get the rest of the crew?

Simple; the male corpuscle side is relatively easy, as most not all, but most guys will do the hardest things or the most difficult, projects, for the least amount of reward.

Women , not so much. Out of the past several talent searches and bar crew searches finding someone with the conoles and aggressiveness to get things done I can count maybe 5 that had the qualities that I could depend on.

And why hot gals? Simple too ; guys are guys, women are women, and guys looking to snag a brew or food, would rather look at a great looking gal serving them rather than some skanky looking old rag.

Besides a great looking gal in front of the place, is better than one of us, hey lady legs look better than hairy trucker/biker legs.

There are some things women are good for. Managing anything outside of a household is not one of them. While women will defend and protect their cubs, they just do not have the severe aggressive streak in them that men do. If you want to get something done, get someone in there with balls not ovaries.

So with that the club is proceeding on its objectives and its agenda here in Evanston, just doing it at impulse speed, and very slowly and methodically finding the sweetest hiney we can find in a very conservative community.

TTYLY

 

Heavenly Father works in mysterious ways, the Birth of the Knytes of Anarchy

So it was, back in 2008 the snow fell, satellite TV sucked, and a need to revise the Hazzard County Knytes was required. The TV image we had assumed was running out of gas, the deep southern kountry thing which we retained , still needed a path to urbanize the club. Take it out of its deep rural roots and enable the club to be taken into towns and cities.

So the club’s High Council met in the small town of Glenn’s Ferry. Where as the snow got worse and the suds kept flowing, the only satellite channel on DirecTV was FX. The only show Son’s of Anarchy.

So the decision was made to rename the Hazzard County Knytes to the Knytes-of-Anarchy, with the emphasis on classic over the road long haul trucks, trucking the trucking lifestyle, old skool. Rather than the MC direction that the club eventually went. So yes there were truckers who rode Harley’s plus it gave me a way to make extra cash for my stash alongside going towing. So with the opening of Hazzard County Choppers, in Buhl, the Knytes followed that path, but had the night been better off weather wise, had there been another TV channel with something else going on the name change might not have happened, but Heavenly Father saw the need, and provided us the way to get there.

Okay then, another Sunday, done and weekend finished. I went to church, and saw the gal I want to be involved in the radio station. Tried to get a chance to talk to her, but never got to make the connection. There were I’m betting people there that thought that me pursuing Wanda, (that’s her name) as a mate, which would be totally in appropriate. First she’s too young for me, second , well that side of it would not work. But she has good looks that would work as a TV news or such on air person for the TV side of KDXC, second she has a great speaking voice. So I think she’d make a great broadcast person.

Met with a few people that are not LDS, but has the tenacity and desire, to go media, even without being paid, for a few months, since that’s the way its got to be. Igniting this radio/tv station here in Evanston, is not as easy as you’d think. First there’s the licensing, which we got just by the hair of our teeth, both AM/FM , TV is still being acted on by the FCC. But Senator, and club member from Utah, is getting that all fast tracked for us. Plus the fact that I’m only one person, I have to get something going to feed and house myself. Sure I’m thankful and grateful to our Ward and our Bishop for helping, me this month and the next three months, so I can get this radio thing running, but there’s also the towing service/MC(Motorcycle-Harley) shop as well, that’s my main gig. I’m tired of being on the church’s and the states welfare roles. I want to make my own. Look, next month I hit the big 56, yard stick on this highway of life. There’s not too many if any at all exits, or rest areas left. I want to make Evanston as cold as it is sometimes my home if possible. Jobs are scarce here , at least ones that pay decent. Plus I don’t do well working for someone else except myself. That requires me to run my own show. The Knytes have enabled me to do that, and if along the road here, I can help someone else, like Wanda, why not? Isn’t that what Heavenly Father wants me to do?

Any mile, lots to do today.

TTYLY

The reason men buy Viagra is because there are so few women that can retain a man’s interest.

Ever since the 2014 SuperBowl, we have been undated with that ad from what would appear as a sultry blonde gal, whose looks went sour after her 45th birthday of the sympathetic notion that men who can’t get a stiffy, needs the little blue pill. Here’s the truth, if more women would wear the alluring clothing and the attracting under garments that men want to see, the being able to rise to the occasion would not be a problem. It’s a fact that men want something more than bare skin and yoga pants to get in the mood. When women stopped wearing nylons and undershorts that showed a bit of lace, the man stopped getting day time woodies. For most of us in our mid 50’s the images of Julie Newmar the original CatWoman, from Batman. The black go go boots from Star Trek the original series, Peggy Lipton, aka Julie from the Mod Squad with her stocking cladded legs and super mini skirts, and of course us Hazzard County fans, Kathy Bach aka Daisy, Duke. Her nyloned legs and those shorts, were something to see. Of course if you want to get past that, what about the original Ellie May Clampet, Donna Douglas made it elegant yet sexy. When women wore the right clothes, men got heated.

Forget Viagra, lets see hot bodies in nylons and mini skirts, women need to look like women, not dudes. Just like Penny on the series Big Bang Theory. When she cut her hair, she looked like a dike. As such viewer numbers have dropped. Okay then.

I’ll get into this further Sunday, but the big event just in planning for staging the Hazzard County Nationals/DukesFest West at the Uinta County Fairgrounds next fall here in Evanston Wyoming, the last week of July, is a celebration of all things southern culture including but not limited to everything Dukes-of-Hazzard. A miss Daisy Duke look alike contest and southern rock and southern kountry concerts with some of the hottest bands of that genere . From Cooter’s Garage Band, to Shooter Jennings, this is the BIG BANG that we produce every 4 years. Its a reunion, of the Knytes-of-Anarchy , a Hazzard County Homecoming, and a grass roots home built hot rod, custom street muscle, truck, tow truck, Harley show all rolled into one and don’t forget, the Uncle Jessie Hazzard County Chili Cookoff, the Crawdad excellent cookoff, is a reason to be here.

In most locations, that the Hazzard Nationals is done, the local population grows to near 200,000 people. Watch here for details.

Church Sunday so need to get some sleep.

TTYLY