The logical home for this thread would be "Back to Civilization," but due to  "the troubles" as they say in the Old Country, I'm not sure how many QJrs would see and read it there.  So I'm taking liberty to stick it here. Besides, it might result in a rendezvous of sorts.

Thoughts on our long Minnesota winter.  Great memories of poker games lasting into the night back in the day, followed by trips to I-HOP to welcome the morning.  All those boys who sat around the table are scattered to the four winds.  I miss those nights.   

Then I thought: "Hey, maybe there are enough QJr's in the Twin Cities who might like to spend a winter night pursuing the holy game of poker?  And beer and munchies of course.  And telling tall lies about the fish they caught and the portages they made. 

So here's my call out -- send me a PM or reply here and we'll see what we get! 

And remember to always cut the cards...

Puckster

I enjoy a poker game occasionally but I know I can't stay up all night. In fact the older I get the more I tend to be an early to bed early to rise kind of guy.
Jon

Well Jon, looks like it's you and me.  Come on over and we'll play cribbage (penny a point?)  ;)

I also know lots of solitaire. 

Puckster

Wow, almost 200 views and one "kinda" response for cards. 

I gotta say, I'm surprised at the lackluster response.  Maybe poker is a dying vestige of the past.  Like hunting (and fishing), a generational thing that is no longer in vogue? 

Cards, including poker, was very much a part of my life in high school, college, and beyond. Without cards and basketball, I don't know what I would have done with myself.  I'm sure there were much more character-building hobbies and useful skills I should have spent honing during all those idles hours of youth.  But more likely, I would have ended up in some juvenile detention center! 

Well, I'll get over the rejection.  Carry on!

puckster

I applaud the members of QJ and the wisdom displayed from steering far and wide from this smooth talker.

Having spent a wee little time with one "Mike P" A.K.A. Puckster (also known under various other names including "Prouboy" depending on locale) it didn't take me long to ascertain a certain mischief was at work.

The smile, the stew (pretty good! :thumbup) and the "aw shucks" attitude is designed to lull one into a false sense of confidence all while the pot builds......then its no more Mr Nice guy. Beware! 

Aw shucks. 

I jus wanna play a little penny-ante, drink some beer, tell some lies, laugh a lot.  Ain nothn wrong with some good ol' boys sittin around a table wasting a little time an such, socializn. Maybe lose a buck or two. 

Puckster wrote on Feb 1^st, 2015 at 5:02pm:

...Maybe lose a buck or two.

I always preferred to think of myself as a funding source for the game, rather than someone who's losing money.  ;)

But Euchre is more frequent - y'all play that or is that only in the eastern part of the historical Northwest Territory?

I learned how to play poker at the family hunting camp as a kid.  Cousins and uncles would play for hours.  During my junior high years, the older men had gone out leaving us alone.  We had a game going and cash on the table.  A couple visitors stopped in and sat themselves down.  I suppose they must have figured some extra money would come in handy at their next bar stop.  We cleaned them out of the $14 they had between the two of them.  And they had the nerve to ask for it back.  Too funny!

Learned how to play Euchre in college.  Our roomies from lower Michigan were big on it.  Great game, much faster than poker.  We played each night after dinner during the "MASH" hour, losers rotating in and out.

-YB

After introducing my girlfriend to my parents my dad took me aside and whispered, "Does she play Euchre?" 

Euchre (and it's big brother 500) were part of life growing up.  Except when I visited my grandmother.  Then it was cribbage and canasta. 

puckster

I played poker in college.  My strategy was to let the other guys get drunk and over bid their hands.  I did better later in the evening.  In law school, we played a lot of 500.  If we had a block of rooms, no telling what kinds of cards games we could have.

Hey Westwood, I used the very same strategy while in college.  It's amazing how a little booze and ego can distort common sense!

Puckster