The Old Wild Bnnch
By Bruce
Sherman
There's a group that
skis at Alta
That stops at Alf's for lunch.
A gang of grizzled
veterans…
They're called "The
Wild Old Bunch!"
Each one has skied
for many years,
Their first lift a
rope tow. . .
But now that they're
"in the bucks",
Heli-skiing's where
some go.
Their clothing runs
the gamut,
Obermeyer and Bogner,
too.
All of them wear
helmets... Concussions?
There have been a
few.
Their choice of
boards is varied,
From Volants to
Rossignol...
They always have the
right gear
For hard pack or
powder bowl.
The Wild Old Bunch is a unique club
No
by-laws, officers or dues..
But that's the way
they like it
And they're unanimous
in their views.
They show up when
it's snowing..
They love
it when there's sun,
Regardless of the
weather,
You'll spot them on
every run.
You'll find them on the mountain
From the first day to the last…
And it will just amaze you
That they can ski so fast.
Their style and form are varied,
Stein Ericksons they're not..
But regardless of. conditions,
They don’t really fall a lot.
Their taste 'in food
is varied,
At Sweet Tomatoes
they often dine,
Wherever they've had
dinner,
They’re usually in
bed by nine.
The come from
many-places,
From the plains to
the shining sea.
When the snow begins
to fall,
Alta's where they
want to be.