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Oct 19, 2004 | 07:43 PM
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Found this on Waynoka's forum
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Posted: Tue Oct 05, 2004 8:41 pm Post subject: Local Tax Proposal On November Ballot That Will Affect You!
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I just attended a meeting hosted by the Waynoka Chamber of Commerce that was chaired by the Waynoka City Manager. The purpose of this meeting was to discuss and inform citizens of a proposal that is on the ballot Nov. 3rd. This will be a citywide vote that will propose a Hotel Tax within the city of Waynoka. This proposal will not only include hotels/motels it will also encompass RV sites and even tents. In effect, if this passes anyone who stays in a motel, rents an RV site or pitches a tent in an area that is subject to fees will be assessed a 7% tax.
If passed the managers of said sites will be directed to collect and remit the monies collected to the City of Waynoka monthly. Since the City of Waynoka has within the last two years “stripped annexed” the Little Sahara State Park, the State of Oklahoma will also be required to remit this tax to the City of Waynoka. The monies collected from this tax will be used by the City of Waynoka to promote Economic Development and Tourism.
It is not my intent to stir controversy over this issue. However, I do feel that I would be remiss in my role as “director of information for dune patrons” not to give you a heads up on this issue.
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I could see some good things that could happen here, BUT I have a big problem with the terms “Economic Development and Tourism” If this money could ONLY be used to build bigger and better facilities for the patrons I would have no problem with it. However, many different people could interpret the terms Economic Development and Tourism in many different ways. Unfortunately, those who will not have to pay the tax will decide this issue.
I know there are some Waynokans who read these boards occasionally. I would like to invite opinions here. For those who would like to ask direct questions about this issue (respectfully please) you can do so by using the link below.
cityofwaynoka@pldi.net
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Posted: Tue Oct 05, 2004 8:41 pm Post subject: Local Tax Proposal On November Ballot That Will Affect You!
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I just attended a meeting hosted by the Waynoka Chamber of Commerce that was chaired by the Waynoka City Manager. The purpose of this meeting was to discuss and inform citizens of a proposal that is on the ballot Nov. 3rd. This will be a citywide vote that will propose a Hotel Tax within the city of Waynoka. This proposal will not only include hotels/motels it will also encompass RV sites and even tents. In effect, if this passes anyone who stays in a motel, rents an RV site or pitches a tent in an area that is subject to fees will be assessed a 7% tax.
If passed the managers of said sites will be directed to collect and remit the monies collected to the City of Waynoka monthly. Since the City of Waynoka has within the last two years “stripped annexed” the Little Sahara State Park, the State of Oklahoma will also be required to remit this tax to the City of Waynoka. The monies collected from this tax will be used by the City of Waynoka to promote Economic Development and Tourism.
It is not my intent to stir controversy over this issue. However, I do feel that I would be remiss in my role as “director of information for dune patrons” not to give you a heads up on this issue.
Personal Opinion
I could see some good things that could happen here, BUT I have a big problem with the terms “Economic Development and Tourism” If this money could ONLY be used to build bigger and better facilities for the patrons I would have no problem with it. However, many different people could interpret the terms Economic Development and Tourism in many different ways. Unfortunately, those who will not have to pay the tax will decide this issue.
I know there are some Waynokans who read these boards occasionally. I would like to invite opinions here. For those who would like to ask direct questions about this issue (respectfully please) you can do so by using the link below.
cityofwaynoka@pldi.net
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Oct 19, 2004 | 07:56 PM
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Guys....(and Gals)
The anniversary blowout I was talking about was not necessarily a riding event. I was just thinking we might get together and have some dinner & drinks etc. Something like that...We can have a riding event if you all want. I probably won't be able to make it anyway as I am possibly about to change jobs again and will once again be low man on the totem pole so I will get the schedule no one else wants. BUt that's another story.
So the more input the better as far as where/what you all want to do.
Bob
The anniversary blowout I was talking about was not necessarily a riding event. I was just thinking we might get together and have some dinner & drinks etc. Something like that...We can have a riding event if you all want. I probably won't be able to make it anyway as I am possibly about to change jobs again and will once again be low man on the totem pole so I will get the schedule no one else wants. BUt that's another story.
So the more input the better as far as where/what you all want to do.
Bob
Oct 20, 2004 | 07:29 PM
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Kevlar anyone????
Hey guys I know where Keith and his family are camped. Think how much fun it would be to get some gorilla suits and storm the camp making Bigfoot noises. If we attempt this I suggest full Kevlar boady armor as he would most likely go to shooting...wait I have seen Keith shoot...Kevlar....we don't need no stinking kevlar!!!
And before Mike brings it up (as he is always so apt to point out the logic flaws in my theories) no I do not have any true knowledge of what "Bigfoot noises" might sound like. I am guessing just a big ape on steroids kind of noise.
Bob "Rednecks hollerin' at other Rednecks is cool" Bobman
Hey guys I know where Keith and his family are camped. Think how much fun it would be to get some gorilla suits and storm the camp making Bigfoot noises. If we attempt this I suggest full Kevlar boady armor as he would most likely go to shooting...wait I have seen Keith shoot...Kevlar....we don't need no stinking kevlar!!!
And before Mike brings it up (as he is always so apt to point out the logic flaws in my theories) no I do not have any true knowledge of what "Bigfoot noises" might sound like. I am guessing just a big ape on steroids kind of noise.
Bob "Rednecks hollerin' at other Rednecks is cool" Bobman
Oct 20, 2004 | 08:14 PM
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I watched a show on Discovery (or one of those type of stations) about Bigfoot sightings in Push County. They said that Bigfoot smells like wild hogs and makes grunting noises. (Makes me wonder if the "sightings" were just a bunch of wild hogs) [img]i/expressions/face-icon-small-wink.gif[/img]
Shawna "can't think of anything catchy to put here" Bingham
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Oct 21, 2004 | 12:19 AM
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Shawna,
You mean the people who produce/direct programs for The Discovery Channel had a spot about Push County? Wow that is surprising. I would never have thought Push County would be mentioned outside the state. Goes to show what a small world it really is. Just think folks in the former Soviet Union are saving up their Rubles (sp?) for a vacation to Push County.
I can just hear little Vladamir say, "Father I have learned of a land in America where the big hairy ape grows and runs wild through the forrest. We must go to this paradise called Klowdy." So little vlad and his father Ivan boarded a flight out of MinsK and then they changed planes in Amsterdam, then Greenland and made a direct connecting flight to Atoka, International Airport. From there they hitched a ride on a pulp wood truck into Antlers America. Ivan shed a tear as he saw he saw the smile on young Vlad's face.
Once lodgings had been secured in Antlers, Ivan scoured the vast Antlers' phone directory for "Vilderness Guide." He was in luck, there were exactly three and none of them were booked for the day. So with sheer joy and anticipation he called young vlad from the small room in the motel where the "swirling waters wash your face with refreshing aromatic bliss." The two stalwart men of fine Cossack lineage strode through the streets of Antlers until they found the office of Clem Huckstein, Vilderness guide extraordinaire.
Clem took their money, all $237.19, and said, with a bewildered smile on his gaunt face, "Yall git on off up ther' in ma pickup and I be along drectly'." Clem went to the local adventure guide outfitters, Jim Ray's Quiick Stop and laundry, and deli, and fuel station, and general mercantile and emporium, LLC. There Clem purchased chicken, Land Access Fee permits, chicken, three slimjims, skoal, chicken, and 2 more slim jims. He then proceeded back to the truck where his clients eagarly awaited.
Clem started the Propane Fired Excusrion Vehicle (Henceforth referred to as the PFEV) and shifted into low as the shifter seemed to slide right through drive, directly into low. Clem glanced over at his two arctic clients and said, "Yall sure do got purty mouths," as he made the turn heading north out of Rattan heading up the Cloudy Expressway. The PFEV made its way through the scenic countryside past the rodeo grounds and state of the art medical research facility (okay I made up the part about the rodeo grounds) and before long they had reached their turn out.
Clem slammed the PFEV into park, again sliding right through drive. He then looked over at his clients and said, "Yall best be a gittin on off the truck and gettin out in that thar' road ifn ya don't want me to be a throwin' yall out." The two Mad Men from Minsk (as they had once been billed on a father/son pro wrestling card in Philadelphia back in the 80's) looked at each other and in broken English said, "What are you be talking about Mr. Willis?" Clem looked befuddled and retorted, "I ain't no dang Todd Bridges and I was 'quitted of all them charges!" The small group then began their quest for the Giant Ape of the Kiamichis.
Vlad and Ivan followed the skilled woodsman (it even said so on his business cards) down the dimming path into the overgrown trees thick with ground cover and vines of all sorts. Yes indeed, this party of arborial explorers was fast on the trail of the Giant Ape of the Kiamichi's. With his flashlight in one hand and his Swiss Army Knife in the other, Vlad took small squatted steps as he tracked the elusive beast in true stealth like fashion. Then a ruffle of leaves and a swishing of pine boughs yielded the sight they had traversed the globe for. There, not ten feet in front of them stood the object of their inquiry, the focus of their fiasco, the product of their plight, the vanquished victim of their visionary voyage, the Great Ape of the Kiamichis himself.
Vlad quickly assumed a knife fighter's crouch, as he had been taught by the local crime lord back home, and in a timid voice shouted out, "A pox on thine village foul beast, now prepare to meet thine maker ye perpetuator of malodorous musk." The Great Ape of the Himalyas..I mean Kiamichis, was momentarily taken aback, Then with catlike reflexes (Still trying to figure our the logic in that statement aren't ya Mikey?) the Great Ape of the Kiamichis also assumed his knife fighter's crouch, as he had learned from the rumble scene in West Side Story, and the battle was on. Two great warriors dancing the macabre dance of death, knowing that only one would prevail to dance on the morrow. With skilled thrusts and forays, each combatant tautned the other while seeking the opening for a death knell. Then with no warning the Great Ape stopped dead in his tracks and extended his left arm in the air at a forty five degree angle and in broken Scooby Doo like animal English he muttered, "Rooky there..Red Barron, Red Barron." When Vlad, the easily guiled youth of the Ukraine, glanced skyward The Great Ape shoved his stick through young Vlad's spleen and retreated back into the forrest never to be heard from again.
Clem looked at the grief stricken Ivan and said, "Man, aint that the dang gonnest thang ya ebber sawed?" Clem then asked Ivan, "Seein' as how yer boy ain't a gonna be needin that flashlight no more, ya care ifn I go get it?" As Ivan sat on a log, Clem fired of the PFEV and headed back to Antlers, muttering, "I nebber did see no Red Barron".
Man it is a wonder what modern science and satellite technology can do. It united a simpleton from Minsk with a simpleton from Antlers and let nature play out its painful, passionate, promenade of perpetual preservation of the species. So ya see...Cable TV is good for something.
Bob "not quite enough time on my hands" Bobman
You mean the people who produce/direct programs for The Discovery Channel had a spot about Push County? Wow that is surprising. I would never have thought Push County would be mentioned outside the state. Goes to show what a small world it really is. Just think folks in the former Soviet Union are saving up their Rubles (sp?) for a vacation to Push County.
I can just hear little Vladamir say, "Father I have learned of a land in America where the big hairy ape grows and runs wild through the forrest. We must go to this paradise called Klowdy." So little vlad and his father Ivan boarded a flight out of MinsK and then they changed planes in Amsterdam, then Greenland and made a direct connecting flight to Atoka, International Airport. From there they hitched a ride on a pulp wood truck into Antlers America. Ivan shed a tear as he saw he saw the smile on young Vlad's face.
Once lodgings had been secured in Antlers, Ivan scoured the vast Antlers' phone directory for "Vilderness Guide." He was in luck, there were exactly three and none of them were booked for the day. So with sheer joy and anticipation he called young vlad from the small room in the motel where the "swirling waters wash your face with refreshing aromatic bliss." The two stalwart men of fine Cossack lineage strode through the streets of Antlers until they found the office of Clem Huckstein, Vilderness guide extraordinaire.
Clem took their money, all $237.19, and said, with a bewildered smile on his gaunt face, "Yall git on off up ther' in ma pickup and I be along drectly'." Clem went to the local adventure guide outfitters, Jim Ray's Quiick Stop and laundry, and deli, and fuel station, and general mercantile and emporium, LLC. There Clem purchased chicken, Land Access Fee permits, chicken, three slimjims, skoal, chicken, and 2 more slim jims. He then proceeded back to the truck where his clients eagarly awaited.
Clem started the Propane Fired Excusrion Vehicle (Henceforth referred to as the PFEV) and shifted into low as the shifter seemed to slide right through drive, directly into low. Clem glanced over at his two arctic clients and said, "Yall sure do got purty mouths," as he made the turn heading north out of Rattan heading up the Cloudy Expressway. The PFEV made its way through the scenic countryside past the rodeo grounds and state of the art medical research facility (okay I made up the part about the rodeo grounds) and before long they had reached their turn out.
Clem slammed the PFEV into park, again sliding right through drive. He then looked over at his clients and said, "Yall best be a gittin on off the truck and gettin out in that thar' road ifn ya don't want me to be a throwin' yall out." The two Mad Men from Minsk (as they had once been billed on a father/son pro wrestling card in Philadelphia back in the 80's) looked at each other and in broken English said, "What are you be talking about Mr. Willis?" Clem looked befuddled and retorted, "I ain't no dang Todd Bridges and I was 'quitted of all them charges!" The small group then began their quest for the Giant Ape of the Kiamichis.
Vlad and Ivan followed the skilled woodsman (it even said so on his business cards) down the dimming path into the overgrown trees thick with ground cover and vines of all sorts. Yes indeed, this party of arborial explorers was fast on the trail of the Giant Ape of the Kiamichi's. With his flashlight in one hand and his Swiss Army Knife in the other, Vlad took small squatted steps as he tracked the elusive beast in true stealth like fashion. Then a ruffle of leaves and a swishing of pine boughs yielded the sight they had traversed the globe for. There, not ten feet in front of them stood the object of their inquiry, the focus of their fiasco, the product of their plight, the vanquished victim of their visionary voyage, the Great Ape of the Kiamichis himself.
Vlad quickly assumed a knife fighter's crouch, as he had been taught by the local crime lord back home, and in a timid voice shouted out, "A pox on thine village foul beast, now prepare to meet thine maker ye perpetuator of malodorous musk." The Great Ape of the Himalyas..I mean Kiamichis, was momentarily taken aback, Then with catlike reflexes (Still trying to figure our the logic in that statement aren't ya Mikey?) the Great Ape of the Kiamichis also assumed his knife fighter's crouch, as he had learned from the rumble scene in West Side Story, and the battle was on. Two great warriors dancing the macabre dance of death, knowing that only one would prevail to dance on the morrow. With skilled thrusts and forays, each combatant tautned the other while seeking the opening for a death knell. Then with no warning the Great Ape stopped dead in his tracks and extended his left arm in the air at a forty five degree angle and in broken Scooby Doo like animal English he muttered, "Rooky there..Red Barron, Red Barron." When Vlad, the easily guiled youth of the Ukraine, glanced skyward The Great Ape shoved his stick through young Vlad's spleen and retreated back into the forrest never to be heard from again.
Clem looked at the grief stricken Ivan and said, "Man, aint that the dang gonnest thang ya ebber sawed?" Clem then asked Ivan, "Seein' as how yer boy ain't a gonna be needin that flashlight no more, ya care ifn I go get it?" As Ivan sat on a log, Clem fired of the PFEV and headed back to Antlers, muttering, "I nebber did see no Red Barron".
Man it is a wonder what modern science and satellite technology can do. It united a simpleton from Minsk with a simpleton from Antlers and let nature play out its painful, passionate, promenade of perpetual preservation of the species. So ya see...Cable TV is good for something.
Bob "not quite enough time on my hands" Bobman
Oct 21, 2004 | 01:19 AM
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Bob,
I think the show was really more about Bigfoot than Push county. They did spend a good bit of the show around Antlers, but it mentioned other places as well. If I ever see it on again, I'll try to let you know. BTW, I was moved to tears by your story...I was really cheering for young Vlad and then...(blowing my nose)...oh why can't these kind of stories have happy endings?
Shawna
I think the show was really more about Bigfoot than Push county. They did spend a good bit of the show around Antlers, but it mentioned other places as well. If I ever see it on again, I'll try to let you know. BTW, I was moved to tears by your story...I was really cheering for young Vlad and then...(blowing my nose)...oh why can't these kind of stories have happy endings?
Shawna
Oct 21, 2004 | 01:21 AM
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Originally posted by: gsettle081
Maybe the guys in the truck were with Bigfoot...That would explain the smells!!
Maybe the guys in the truck were with Bigfoot...That would explain the smells!!
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Oct 21, 2004 | 07:22 AM
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Shawna
Before you got to Antlers on Sunday, we rode pretty hard on Saturday. During that time we met three guys in a truck, two or three different times. They smelled to high heaven. Even Heywood thought they were rank. They were sort of lost, and kept asking for directions. It was sort of unsettling because we really did not know if they were hunters, drug dealers, or just out for a joy ride. Ask Heywood and Jason how THEY felt about the situation.
Gordon
Before you got to Antlers on Sunday, we rode pretty hard on Saturday. During that time we met three guys in a truck, two or three different times. They smelled to high heaven. Even Heywood thought they were rank. They were sort of lost, and kept asking for directions. It was sort of unsettling because we really did not know if they were hunters, drug dealers, or just out for a joy ride. Ask Heywood and Jason how THEY felt about the situation.
Gordon