russel has killed people in the war, and raped stouts. probably the last person in the world i would ever want to fight and impossible to talk out of running huge shit even though he just started kayaking, but luckily he is one of the most savage bastards on the planet. look at the six pack!!! yukyukyukhahaha
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Sam Freihofer logging the 6th decent of Tokatee falls in Oregon. Chris Korbulic first fired it off a few years back. Photo evan garcia. If tokatee ran for president she would be named baberham lincoln.
laying pipe and drilling holes since ‘07
After nearly two months of watching flows and waiting, Southern Idaho’s Malad river dropped into what Russell determined to be the prime level for the infamous Devil’s Washbowl. Calls were made and a good crew was formed consisting of Kyle Keegan and Jud Spencer along with us Pocatellians Russell, Ryan and I. Upon arrival we scouted the gorge for a bit and found a perfect seal launch about 200 feet up stream from the lip. Without any safety in the gorge we decided to giv’er from there, and when I say we I mean Russell because he was the only one with enough hair on his dick to sack up for it. 
phone picture from Amber Bixler
As Russell was setting up we found a way down the 100ft deep gorge which required some 5.8 body jamming down a caveish crackish crevasse of rock to sketch scrambling to more spelunking through sketchy caves. Jud had a great time, I was shitting my pants. We arrived at the bottom and got set up for safety. As I sat in my boat I developed a hrum stand that nearly ripped a hole through my sprayskirt out of pure excitement of the stoutnesss that was to come. Luckily the photographer (we don’t kayak without them) wanted to wait for an hour plus for the sun to hit the falls. In the mean time Jud and I got some tanning/napping I had a dream that I was the biggest fucking boss of all time and I then I realized that I never fell asleep and that was just the reality of my life. Finally Russell said fuck it on the light and just went for it. The following pictures portray such event.
phone picture from Amber Bixler
Russell roosted of that bitch with the furry of a thousand pissed off Puerto Ricans and layed massive treats on it’s 50 feet of sickness. Skirt in tact Russell popped a quick roll and paddled’er to shore. The force ripped his Go Pro from his helm yet after a quick check his hrum stayed fully in tact for the next and debatabley sketchier next rapid.
A short section of class V super mank lay ahead. Scouting is cheating, so I enriched Russell with some verbal beta and started truckin. We both came a little uncomfortably close to the fat undercunt boulder but no fucks were given and we rallied through the next move. Then there was a boulder. I went right, Russell went left. Shit got a little tight on Russell’s end and my anus puckered for his safety but we were in the clear in no time flat enjoying the next half mile of beautiful scenery.
Russell with an impromptu probing of the anal constriction
That’s all for now kids! tune in next time for some other shit!
