Well, here goes.
I joined up on Friday and finally got back to the computer to be able to post. Read Chewie's welcome message and went right over to Roll Call. Here I am, July 2009 - see ya in 100 days!
Oh yeah, I was lurking around this site since Monday, a week before I joined. Just to make sure it was somewhere that I wanted to be. So far so good!
So the story - I started out in rural Montana like most ranch kids, tempting fate from an early age with anything with wheels or feet. Along come the mysterious can of hawken in the 7th grade. Hmmm, just gotta try it. You can't tell me that the tobacky co's don't market that shit to the kids. Hell, the old man chewed copenhagen, beach nut, levi garret, uncle chewed copenhagen, it can't be all bad! Stayed away from it until high school and found out that skoal was pretty good. Snuck the skoal and hid it from the parents and teachers. Got a job, other than working for the ranch, fighting fire for the Forest Service. Hmmmm. copenhagen became my closest friend. Fighting fire, college, working for the feedlots, sitting horseback, working in the woods, working on the ranch, working for the gov't, ahhhhh, couldn't do it without my bestest friend - copenhagen - UNTIL Tueday, April 7 at 8:00pm when I took my last chew. No More. Had a couple of commit lozenges on Friday to take the edge off the withdrawl. It helped but those are the last of the lozenges I will ever need. So here I am - Day 4. One day at a time.
I am Montana Rob
Addicted to Copenhage for 17 years.
