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Luis Sharpe contacted New Times staff writer Paul Rubin several weeks ago from the Maricopa County Jail. The ex-Arizona Cardinals star said he was ready to talk about his demise publicly and unconditionally. The pair spent more than 12 hours in jailhouse sessions between May 13 and May 22, when a county judge placed Sharpe on probation. He's currently in a rehabilitation clinic in Minnesota.
"Way Over the Edge"
Luis Sharpe cuts an imposing figure as he steps into a small visitors' room at Maricopa County's Towers Jail.
"I'm here to talk about a lot of things I've never talked about before," he says, his booming baritone bouncing off the walls. ". . . Let's start with this: I smoked crack when I was making millions as an all-pro, and then I smoked crack on the streets of Phoenix for a year straight. I still know who I am. I'm not evil. I'm a drug addict who fucked up his life."
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The 36-year-old Sharpe has lost his family, his once-stellar reputation and nearly his life to a crack-cocaine addiction.
His fall from grace has been the most dramatic of any major Arizona sports figure in memory. Only the mid-1980s revelations of Phoenix Sun Walter Davis' substance problems come close, but there was a difference: On the surface, Davis seemed the same sleek athlete he'd always been.
On and beneath the surface, Luis Sharpe has been a mess. His decline has transcended the sports pages, as Valley residents shook their heads in disbelief and some disdain at his troubles.
Gaunt and hollow-eyed, Sharpe seemed a broken, pathetic shell of the 280-pound tackle who'd ruled pro football's trenches for more than a decade. And he was.
He says he smoked crack almost daily from Christmas 1994 until this April, with a hiatus of a few months early this year in his home state of Michigan.
In little more than a year, he moved from his $450,000 home in Ahwatukee to a Tempe apartment, to drug-infested motels on East Van Buren Street, to the back seat of a beat-up car (he'd wrecked his BMW and Porsche), to South Phoenix alleys--where he'd sit back to back in the dirt with another crackhead and get high.
Along the way, he was shot during a robbery outside a Phoenix crack den. His addiction was so insidious, he says, that he returned to the den several times after the near-fatal shooting.
Sharpe landed at the Towers Jail on April 15, to await sentencing on convictions of possessing a crack pipe and striking a sheriff's deputy.
He's in the general population--"Nothing special or protective about my custody, believe me," he says. That means residing with about 45 other men in a pod built for 30. His roommate is a young black man from Los Angeles also awaiting disposition of drug charges.
Jail, of all places, seems to have done well by Sharpe. Locked up, biding his time, thinking about things, he's succeeded at keeping the hellhounds at bay.
He says--and a court-administered test confirms this--that he's stayed off crack since his incarceration, despite the drug's apparent availability at the jail. Sharpe adds that he tested negative earlier this year for the virus that causes AIDS. If so, it's a godsend, considering the risks he's taken.
He is surely the only millionaire in this joint. As recently as 1994, Sharpe earned about $125,000 per game, or about $50,000 more than Arizona's governor collects in a year.
He is still solvent only as a fortunate by-product of his ongoing divorce hearings: A judge last summer froze Sharpe's assets, which total more than $3 million, limiting him to a monthly stipend of $5,000.
In jail, he's allotted the same amount of money on his "books" as any other prisoner, $50 a week. With that, Sharpe buys sweets and other luxuries.
Even in jail blues and pink socks, he retains the towering presence and proud bearing of a warrior. His shaved head adds to the effect. He takes off his shirt to show off his physique, testimony to the resiliency of the human body. After exercising relentlessly daily for more than a month, Sharpe appears to be in excellent physical shape.
It was the same look that led a director to cast him as a lust interest of Angela Bassett's character in Waiting to Exhale. Sharpe proclaims, oddly, that he considers his brief appearance in the popular flick to be his greatest professional achievement, greater than anything he ever did on the football field.
Almost in passing, Sharpe says he was high on crack during the scene, shot in early 1995 at the Jockey Club, a central Phoenix nightclub that since has closed.
He says some of his woes are attributable to others, especially his estranged wife, Kathi. But he's most brutal on himself.
Sharpe knows his odds of staying off crack after he returns to society aren't great. He may have had the will to excel in the NFL for 13 rugged years, but crack cocaine has proved to be a more difficult foe than anyone Sharpe battled on the gridiron.
Though he admits to having free-based the drug during much of his NFL career, he performed at a superior level game after game. Sharpe claims he went straight for almost three years beginning in early 1992, scared sober after police almost busted him.
"I actually liked myself when I was clean," he says, "liked that I didn't have to lie to everyone about who I was."
But he got hooked again, and hard, in December 1994, about a month after his football career ended ignominiously.
He knows that if he continues to say yes to drugs, it will mean permanent separation from his five children and, probably, a premature death. The former seems to frighten him more than the latter: He expresses great love for his kids, breaking into tears more than once as he speaks of them.
Sharpe seems to fear death less than he does life off the pipe. At once, he abhors and revels in the madness that envelops a crack addict.
Sharpe craves the drug, craves the adrenaline rush the drug world provided him. His crackhead existence has been a dangerous substitute for what was missing in his life--football.
Life for Luis Sharpe has become a metaphor for sport, not the other way around.
"Street life was a lot like playing ball," says Sharpe, cited as one of the NFL's best tackles of the 1980s and early 1990s. "I got high being on the street just looking to get high. It's the hustle. Who's gonna come after you? When is someone gonna try to take you out? There's an edge, a lot of correlations. It's like being on the 40-yard line and you're playing the world champions. Need two points to win. With us sometimes, two points could be asking a lot. My job is to block LT [Lawrence Taylor]--one of the greatest ever and a fellow drug user, by the way. He knows we're throwing and he's coming after my quarterback. That's a rush, so to speak. Seductive. Like crack. Like those demons after my ass."
Sharpe was much more successful at deflecting hurtling linebackers than evading drugs.
Before his fall, he had shone as one of the few constantly stellar performers for the perennially substandard Cardinals, a team whose last playoff win came in 1947. That was 13 years before Sharpe was born. His record speaks for itself--a three-time All-Pro who started all but a few of the 189 professional games he played. By all accounts, he was a model pro athlete--disciplined and courageous.
Off the field, Sharpe's public persona seemed the antithesis of today's major-sport professional. He was a gentleman who always made time for fans, sick children and strangers long after the cameras and microphones went away.
The first sign of trouble emerged in 1992, when a news story linked Sharpe to a cocaine dealer.
Then came a 1993 lawsuit against Sharpe by his children's 21-year-old nanny, who alleged rape. The allegations turned out to be thin and a judge dismissed the case.
In November 1994, Sharpe left the field on a stretcher with a torn ligament in his right knee. It turned out to be less serious than first feared, but he would never play another down.
Until Sharpe's final play, his football philosophy reflected his blue-collar upbringing. To this day, his parents work on assembly lines in Detroit. They urged him to do what he had to do to get any job done, to speak up for himself but to never, ever whine.
Like many of his peers, Sharpe often played hurt and endured pain-numbing shots throughout his career without blinking. In return, the Cardinals paid him millions to keep opponents from harming the quarterback.
He was an outspoken leader of the players' union, but Sharpe also remained loyal to Cardinals owner Bill Bidwill. Even now, he refers to the diffident owner as "Mr. Bidwill," and speaks well of him.
Sportswriters long noted that, if even a handful of teammates had Sharpe's desire, the Cards would have been far more competitive. But his exit from the sport was inglorious.
"We ain't got anyone hurt that counts," head coach Buddy Ryan boorishly told reporters after Sharpe was injured. The thoughtless comment became a story, with fans and columnists weighing in almost exclusively on the player's side.
Though Ryan's comments hurt deeply, Sharpe says he had more pressing things to consider at the time. Kathi Sharpe had filed for divorce earlier in 1994. She withdrew the case several months later, but the marriage remained on shaky ground.
Shortly before Christmas, Sharpe moved out of his home into an apartment. He desperately needed the support of his fellow addicts in Cocaine Anonymous during this time of crisis. Instead, he sat alone in his barren apartment and did what he had detested in others on the football field: He felt sorry for himself.
The seductive solace of a crack pipe was the inevitable next step.
"I told myself, 'Know what? Go find yourself some rock, baby. You deserve it with all the shit she's putting you through.' It was what us drug addicts call sick thinking. The thing with Buddy was a negative, sure. But the fact that my marriage was failing and I was separated from my kids had much more to do with it. I have no excuse for not putting out an SOS. By that Christmas, I was using drugs every day, another sad statistic. And before I knew it, I was way over the edge."
An All-American
The oldest of three children, Luis Sharpe was born in Havana, Cuba, in 1960, two years before the Cuban missile crisis. His family moved to Detroit when Luis was 6.
These days, his brother Felix is an aide to the mayor of Detroit. His sister Indira is a cosmetologist in Detroit.
Sharpe hesitates to discuss the dynamic of his immediate family (the sole time he outwardly censors himself in more than 12 hours of interviews) saying only, "There's a lot of love, but there's also dysfunction."
Whatever their shortcomings, Luis Sharpe's parents taught him and his siblings to set their goals high.
"I always knew I was gonna have money," he says, "knew I'd be successful. I had dreams about owning a house and dreams about playing professional sports. But I thought it would be baseball, not football."
Sharpe excelled in sports and in the classroom at Detroit's Southwestern High. When the time came, college football's biggest names courted him. For several reasons--the sun, football tradition, classic campus and, he says, "the amazing female scenery," Sharpe chose UCLA.
A three-year starter, Sharpe garnered All-American honors in his senior year. He also earned good grades as a political science major. Media guides and news stories about Sharpe invariably have said he graduated, but he didn't. He says he left UCLA after the spring 1982 semester, 16 units shy of a degree.
The St. Louis Cardinals made Sharpe their first pick in the 1982 NFL draft, the 16th selection overall. He bought his parents a home in the Detroit area with his signing bonus. But there was a good chunk of money left over.
"I didn't do my first line of cocaine until after college," he says. "It was right at the time I signed my first pro contract. I had always turned cocaine and marijuana down because my mother told me drugs would ruin my life. But this player I met from Mississippi said, 'Try some of this.' I figured, this is what people with money do. I tried it, liked it, and went from there."
Sharpe's new taste for cocaine apparently didn't interfere with his professional pursuits. He impressed his coaches from the outset, and started as a rookie left tackle in the strike-shortened 1982 season.
A reporter once asked quarterback Mike Tomczak what his left tackle meant to him. "Only life or death," Tomczak replied.
He wasn't kidding.
When a right-handed quarterback drops back to pass, he is exposed on his left, his blind side. That's where the NFL's pass rushers prowl, intent on inflicting harm. It takes a combination of strength, quickness, guts and guile to keep them at bay.
Sharpe possessed all of the above. He made the All-NFL Rookie team, and the Cardinals selected him as the team's co-Most Valuable Player, a rarity for a rookie.
"It was important for me to be part of the team," he says. "When the veterans gave me some black beauties [amphetamines] to try, I said sure. There were drugs all around. These old guys took speed before the games and they'd be all revved up. But I thought my heart was gonna explode, so I didn't get into it. Cocaine was another story."
Sharpe says he and a teammate snorted some coke shortly before a game at the Los Angeles Coliseum in his second NFL season. The pair also slipped away at halftime for another toot.
"I felt like my heart was gonna burst right through my chest and start bouncing around on the Coliseum turf," he says. "Luckily, I played terrible or I might have gotten used to it."
Sharpe was a newlywed, having married college sweetheart Kathi in July 1983. The couple had their first child, Leah, the following February.
The Sharpes were an outgoing couple whose community-mindedness thrilled the Cardinals brass, first in St. Louis and later in Arizona. They invested their money wisely, living well but not beyond their means.
Sharpe was as nimble in interviews as he was in cleats. He hit all the standard cliches--about working harder, focusing more--but often did so in a clever, seemingly candid way.
But as is often the case, things were not all they seemed with the clean-cut family man. By the mid-1980s, Sharpe was free-basing cocaine regularly, if not yet on a daily basis.
"Once you take your first hit on the pipe, well, it's sweet, great," he says. "But I didn't lose control of myself in terms of ball except for once. Make that twice. One time, I had my wife call and say I couldn't make it to a practice because I had to fly to Detroit--my brother had been in a terrible accident. A lie. I was at my house, strung out. Couldn't stop doing dope. Then I missed an exhibition game at ASU because I was supposedly sick with the flu. Bullshit. But I never missed a real game because of drugs.
"I really did believe in earning my money. It wasn't like I was smoking crack and facing off against the Dexter Manleys of the world," says Sharpe, ironically mentioning yet another drug abuser. "On the road, I stayed focused, getting ready for the war. I was very serious about my profession and I took it to heart. I also was a functioning crackhead."
At home, Sharpe showered affection on his growing brood. But when he got high, he often took out the frustrations that simmered within him on his wife.
"Before I went to Betty Ford in 1992, I had been physically abusive to Kathi--I mean, hitting her--on and off for years," Sharpe says. "These things are difficult for me to think about. I also had my affairs, as in womanizing."
The domestic violence happened behind closed doors. And the Cardinals were willing to ignore rumors about Sharpe's extracurricular activities as long as he came to play every week. Of that, there never would be a question, whatever his physical condition.
"I never had a problem with taking pain pills and stuff . . . ," Sharpe says. "Yeah, there's a lot of pressure to play, but that's what they were paying me to do. I played because I wanted to.
"I remember Joe Wahler breaking a finger before a game. It hurt, no doubt, but he didn't even fucking play! I told him, 'You want me to call your mommy?' Once against New Orleans, my job was to block Pat Swilling--a tough one--and I had a terrible groin pull. I got shot up and I kept Pat off the quarterback. We won, and I couldn't even move the next day, but I felt pretty good. Wins were few and far between with the Cards."
Sharpe was excited when Bill Bidwill announced that the Cardinals would move to Phoenix after the 1987 season. He hoped a new town would mean a better day for the long-suffering franchise. It didn't.
Luis Sharpe was an instant hit with Phoenix football fans. He worked tirelessly to keep immobile quarterback Neil Lomax mostly out of harm's way en route to a second consecutive Pro Bowl appearance.
In the community, Sharpe did more volunteer work that first year than some players do in a career.
But his was a Jeckyl-and-Hyde existence: His football ability had made him a rich man, but hadn't turned him into a prima donna like so many peers. At the same time, he was a closet crack smoker whose addiction showed no signs of abating.
In 1992, Sharpe's image took its first hit when the Mesa Tribune's Scott Bordow reported that Glendale police allegedly had linked Sharpe to cocaine purchases from an indicted dealer.
"The cops told me, 'We got video on you and we got telephone calls regarding you and your buddy,'" Sharpe recalls. "'Either start working for us or you can go get help.' This was the shove I needed. I went to Betty Ford right after the season."
Kathi Sharpe joined him at the famed Palm Springs clinic for part of his 30-day stay. There, Sharpe says he started to come to grips with his ugliest sin--his physical abuse of Kathi.
"I learned some things about myself and made a vow never to strike her again," he says. "Despite what she might say, I didn't. Could have, wanted to sometimes. But didn't . . ."
Sharpe later agreed to a clause in his contract with the Cardinals that allowed random drug testing. He says that--and his group-therapy sessions with other addicts--kept him clean for almost three years.
Sobriety, however, did little to improve his marriage.
"I was a different person sober, a stronger person mentally, with more self-esteem and confidence," Sharpe says. "Kathi couldn't deal with this. I would go on ski trips and other events with people in the program, but she wasn't interested. She'd smoke pot in front of me, which wasn't fair to a guy trying to hold a sobriety together. We grew farther and farther apart. To be honest about it, I kept playing the field with other women even when I was straight."
Sharpe's allegations about Kathi Sharpe's marijuana use appear grounded in fact: Last July, court records show, she tested positive for THC--a chemical found in marijuana--in a test ordered in the divorce proceedings. At the same time, Luis Sharpe tested positive for cocaine.
Kathi Sharpe's attorney, Donald Lindholm, says he's flabbergasted Luis Sharpe is raising the marijuana issue.
"It's like a terrible alcoholic here complaining that his wife had a glass of wine," says Lindholm. "That's the relative nature of this thing. This man exposed his kids to all these ugly things, and he's talking about this?"
Sharpe still was a force on the football field in the early 1990s. But, as happens to all players, he began to be more average than great.
"The one regret I have as a pro is that I played for a loser my whole life," he says. "The communities I played in were never proud of the team. I came along before free agency and, because I was good, I was punished in a way by being stuck on a lousy team. The highlight of my career? Blocking for Joe Montana in the Pro Bowl. I can brag to my grand kids about that. That's it."
In 1994, Bill Bidwill turned over day-to-day operations to Buddy Ryan. Ryan talked a great game--who can forget his "There's a winner in town" proclamation at his first Phoenix press conference?
But Ryan was loyal only to "his" boys, youngsters desperate to make their mark and veterans who had played for him for years.
Luis Sharpe fit into neither category, and he says Ryan rarely spoke to him in their year together. But longtime team leader Sharpe wasn't afraid to speak his mind in the locker room after the 1994 Cardinals again performed below expectations.
"He was like the Sheriff Joe of pro football," Sharpe says, "always wanting to get the credit when something good happened and ready to shit on everyone else when the roof caved in. That was Buddy Ball."
In the last year of his contract, Sharpe figured he'd be a goner after the 1994 season ended. But it ended for him suddenly, that November, after he was hurt badly for the first and only time in his career. It came against the Philadelphia Eagles, and it was a play like a thousand others over Sharpe's career. He and Eagle defensive end William Fuller tumbled to the turf. Sharpe's knee bent at an odd angle and gave out.
Everyone assumed that Sharpe, then 34, was done as a player. But he says doctors told him in late 1994 that coming back after rehab wasn't out of the question.
By that time, however, Luis Sharpe was a deeply confused man. He was moving back and forth from his home in Ahwatukee to the apartment in Tempe. And, unshackled from the drug-testing clause in his contract, he was battling a powerful urge to fall off the wagon. He sat alone in his apartment, trying not to think about how much he already missed football.
"I never lost the feeling I had in the pit of my stomach before kickoff," Sharpe says. "The nervousness. I wanted to do well and not embarrass myself. I started missing the guys--Eric Hill and his jokes, Swannie [Eric Swann] and his personality.
"I missed being in our hotel on the road hanging with the guys. We were war partners. We're getting ready to play the Giants, for example. It's cold at the Meadowlands, the turf's like a rock, 80,000 people are screaming, all for the other team. We're 11 guys against the best defense in the league. Lawrence Taylor is bearing down on me personally. I really missed that and I still do. A lot."
Sharpe says three NFL teams contacted him after the 1994 season after hearing that he might be available. Despite the competitive fire that still burned within him, Sharpe officially retired.
"I probably could have collected an extra couple million like so many other guys, stretch it out a couple more years," he says. "I had too much pride. I quit the NFL--it didn't quit me."
Bored, lonely, depressed and tired of sobriety, Sharpe decided just before Christmas 1994 to return to the "life," as he calls it.
His first taste of crack in almost three years, he says, was beautiful.
On the Streets
Luis Sharpe's low points since Christmas 1994 have been chronicled by Valley media--the arrests, the shooting, the court appearances, the jailing.
Even as he spiraled downward, Sharpe still was able on occasion to pull himself together. In early 1995, he still was seeing his children regularly, despite a widening rift with Kathi. One day, he took his two oldest daughters to an audition for a church scene in the movie Waiting to Exhale.
The girls got the parts, and the director also liked what he saw in Sharpe.
"They cast me as a sports agent and ex-football player who was out on the prowl at the Jockey Club," Sharpe says. "I got to slow-dance with Angela Bassett, a real nice lady, and got to say a few lines. I don't think anybody on the set knew how stoned I was."
Around this time, Sharpe became convinced Kathi had been cheating on him with his best friend. (She denies this through her attorney, and a psychologist has indicated in a court-ordered report that the allegations likely are spurious.)
Sharpe doesn't seem to recognize that if his wife did have an affair, he may have driven her to it with his philandering, drug abuse and unnecessary roughness.
"You know how men feel about wives," he responds. "They're possessions. You don't want anyone else screwing them."
In the predawn hours of April 16, 1995, Phoenix police responded to the Sharpe home after Kathi had dialed 911 from a pay phone. Luis had awakened her, she told them, by sitting atop her and spitting in her face. Then he'd shoved her against a wall, bruising the back of her head.
She escaped his grasp and called police. Sharpe's version isn't much different from his wife's, except he denies striking her.
The following day, Kathi obtained an order of protection against her husband from a Phoenix court. "[Luis] slammed head into wall--police called," she wrote on a form. It was the first of more than a dozen police calls to the Sharpe household during the next several months.
"My shit hadn't hit the papers yet, but my teammates were calling me right and left," Sharpe says. "Anthony Redmon called me every day, but I wouldn't call him back. I was a depressed crackhead, and I thought I was alone."
Former teammate Eric Swann showed up one day at a Tempe hotel where Sharpe was staying. He wasn't there to share the pipe with his former football mentor.
"I appreciated Eric being there for me," Sharpe says, "but I wasn't ready to be talked to by anybody. I just wanted to find me a crackhead woman, check in at some fleabag joint, smoke some rock, watch some porno and get after it."
When the 1995 pro football season started, Luis Sharpe wasn't wearing his familiar number 67 for the first time since 1982.
"I watched one Cardinals game last year on TV, that's it," he says. "I didn't read the sports pages, didn't watch the Super Bowl, didn't know what was going on in the world. I heard Swannie made the Pro Bowl, and that was cool. I was living in crack houses, in dives, in cars--my trusty $500 Cutlass Supreme. When I'd run out of my $5,000 for the month, that was it. I'd be all tapped out. People would be whispering--'You ought to be ashamed of yourself,' but I wasn't ashamed. There was just a lot of anger inside me.
"I never had to eat food out of garbage--Circle K hot dogs and nachos were fine. . . . I never robbed anybody, never stole anything and, thank God, I never sold the shit. But I was flat crazy. Didn't change my clothes sometimes for two or three days. Didn't brush my teeth. I'd be riding down there [in South Phoenix] when I had my Porsche at two in the morning. Stood out like a sore thumb, but I wasn't afraid and I didn't carry a weapon. I felt there was someone greater than me protecting me."
Something had to give, and it did. His run-ins with the law in what Sharpe calls "the month from hell"--November 1995--actually started on Halloween evening. That night, sheriff's deputies arrested him at an Ahwatukee motel on charges of allegedly forcing a woman to perform oral sex on him.
Sharpe scuffled with deputies during the arrest, which led to additional charges. (A deputy whose face was bruised during the clash later filed a civil lawsuit against Sharpe.)
Sharpe's account: "Me and another guy were smoking crack with this woman in my hotel room. As for the sex stuff, I thought we were after the same thing, when it was obvious that she wasn't, I stopped . . . I never intentionally hit the guy who sued me. It was just a bad scene all around."
Sharpe was booked and quickly released from custody. Prosecutors later declined to file sexual assault charges after flaws in the woman's account came to light. Sharpe later pleaded no contest to attempted aggravated assault stemming from the clash with deputies.
A few days after that arrest, a good friend of Luis and Kathi Sharpe's named Julie convinced two ex-teammates of Sharpe's to perform an intervention. The pair, Larry Lee and Roy Green, came by their friend's house and got Sharpe into a car.
"They're wrapping me up tight in this tape and I'm going, 'What the fuck are you guys doing?'" Sharpe says. "Someone had slipped me a tranquilizer, and I fell dead asleep. When I woke up, the first thing I saw was the Betty Ford sign. I wasn't ready for that shit. I wanted to get high."
Sharpe stayed at the clinic for less than a day, then says he took a cab to a nearby hotel. He says he soon scored some crack--"Yes, even in beautiful Palm Springs," he says, chuckling--hung around for a few days, then hailed a taxi for Phoenix.
"I knew I couldn't walk through an airport fucked up or something bad might happen," Sharpe recalls. "I had a cool cab driver and I got high right across the desert."
The fare was $550.
He says he picked up some clothes and money at Julie's house--it was the beginning of the month and his $5,000 was waiting for him. Sharpe then checked into a Tempe motel.
On November 14, Phoenix police arrested Sharpe on East Van Buren on charges of possessing crack cocaine and drug paraphernalia. He was back on the street within hours of his arrest.
In the argot of mental health professionals, Sharpe was decompensating rapidly. Julie tracked him down and invited him to spend that Thanksgiving with her family (she and her husband have four children). He seemed to enjoy himself that day, shooting hoops with Julie's husband and playing with their kids.
But he says he was crushed that Kathi wouldn't allow the Sharpe children to stop by for a visit. "I hadn't been a good dad, but . . . ," he says, unable to complete the sentence before emotion overtakes him.
Two days after Thanksgiving, Sharpe and a crackhead pal showed up at his former residence. By a coincidence, Julie and her children were visiting Kathi Sharpe and her five kids at the time.
The women saw Luis Sharpe running across the backyard. "I screamed," Julie said in an affidavit filed in Maricopa County Superior Court. "Kathi screamed."
Next thing they knew, Sharpe had ripped the screen off an open window and climbed into the house.
"He said, 'The man in the house is back,'" Julie stated in the affidavit. Kathi ran out the front door to call police, leaving Julie to deal with Sharpe.
"He told me that if he had caught Kathi he would have killed her," Julie avowed. "He was very much under the influence of drugs. All of the children were crying. He was sweating, his face was moving and twitching, his eyes were dilated, and he had a terrible look on his face."
Sharpe expresses surprise at Julie's statement, which he says he's never seen.
"I'm sure I scared the shit out of them because they didn't expect me there," he says. "But after Thanksgiving, I made the decision to see my kids . . . I was stressed. I was yelling, 'She's a whore, a slut,' speaking my piece. It was the holidays again and they are my kids, too, and she wasn't being fair. I was obsessed, but I don't remember threatening Kathi at all."
Obvious parallels with another, more prominent NFL star--O.J. Simpson--come to mind.
"I really feel like if Juice was going through what I was going through--the feelings of abandonment and betrayal, the pain--and if he had turned to drugs, I can see him sitting up one night and being under the influence and losing it. I think he loved that woman and I think he probably killed her. If I hadn't completely numbed some feelings I was going through at the time, I could almost put myself in O.J.'s place."
Phoenix police arrested Sharpe for allegedly violating the order of protection, then rearrested him for supposedly threatening Kathi in a call from jail.
Her attorney, Don Lindholm, says he asked a judge to keep Sharpe in jail "for his own good as well as for my client's." But the judge again released Sharpe in short order.
A few days later, Sharpe almost died.
He adamantly denies having a death wish, but his own account of being shot outside a crackhouse at 26th Street and East Pueblo raises troubling questions.
"I had $1,500 in my pocket and I was flashing it like a fool," Sharpe says of the midmorning incident last November 30. "A guy comes up to me. 'This is a jack. Put your money down or I blow your brains out. I was stupid enough to say, 'You'll have to shoot me first.'
"It was a neighborhood--people out on their porches, kids riding by on bicycles. I'm thinking, 'This guy isn't going to shoot you just like that.' He fires as I'm sort of turning to the side. Hits me in the right shoulder. Another few centimeters and they say . . . I would have bled to death.
"I throw my wallet down. He picks up the money. For some reason, I start walking toward him. The blood's coming down my arm. He says, 'Motherfucker. One more step and I blow you away.' I stop. He runs off somewhere. They never caught him. I walk a block. Where was I going? I remember laying down by a phone, completely exhausted. I wanted to take a nice, long nap. For some reason, I felt peaceful."
Into this surreal tableau walked an unlikely good Samaritan.
"This lady I knew--a crackhead named Diane--she ran and got a cold towel and put it on my head. 'Don't go to sleep, don't go to sleep,' she kept saying. 'Talk to me.' She stayed with me until the paramedics came."
Sharpe got to thank Diane a few months later.
"I went back there to get more drugs, man," he says. "Drug addicts do stupid things to get drugs. You put everything else to the side."
The image of this once-proud man bloodied and crumpled next to a pay phone was riveting. Sharpe's family in Michigan responded immediately when they got word.
At the family's request, a court commissioner ordered Luis Sharpe's involuntary commitment to a county mental hospital. After doctors deemed him a potential threat to himself or to others, the commissioner offered two alternatives: continued commitment at the county hospital, or up to a year's rehab at a private facility.
Last December 11, Sharpe enrolled at the Chandler Valley Hope rehabilitation center. Two days later, the facility discharged him after he tested positive for fresh use of cocaine.
Sharpe fled to Detroit, missing his December 15 arraignment date on his pending Maricopa County criminal charges. Judge Michael Ryan issued a warrant for his arrest.
Detroit police arrested Sharpe on the Arizona warrant a few days before Christmas. Sharpe's defense attorney in Arizona was Marc Budoff, a fine litigator in a tough spot. His client was a walking disaster, too stoned to care about court dates.
Budoff told Judge Ryan that Sharpe had agreed to undergo inpatient treatment at the Detroit-area Brighton Hospital, followed by weeks of outpatient rehab.
Lou Stalzer, the veteran deputy county attorney prosecuting Sharpe, agreed not to play hardball.
Ryan, a former prosecutor known as a firm, but fair jurist, quashed the warrant.
Early in Sharpe's stay at Brighton, a hospital therapist wrote a letter to Kathi Sharpe's divorce attorney, suggesting that Sharpe's three oldest children join him for a few days.
"We have encouraged Mr. Sharpe to involve his children in our family program," she wrote, "so that they can understand addiction and the role it plays on the family environment."
Sharpe is convinced that his wife and her lawyer stonewalled the hospital on the proposed visit. But attorney Lindholm says--and the court record supports him--that Dr. Brian Yee, a "special master" appointed to oversee the sticky case, denied the request.
"Kathi didn't have any objection to the kids going to Michigan and I let Dr. Yee know that," Lindholm says. "She always has wanted her children to maintain a relationship with their father, no matter what he's up to."
Sharpe's divorce attorney, Joe Richter, did not return phone calls seeking comment.
Sharpe says he knew he'd be smoking crack again after he left Brighton. But he claims to have slipped only once in the weeks before he returned to Arizona.
"I didn't have the same drug contacts in Detroit," Sharpe explains. "The one time I went into the streets looking for the stuff, I was kind of scared. . . ."
Sharpe returned to Arizona in mid-February. He says he successfully went crack-hunting hours after he landed. On April 15, Judge Ryan ordered Sharpe jailed without bond after several new incidents--small compared to what had come before.
Detention officers stuck Sharpe in a cell in Pod B at the Towers Jail. He says he laid on his upper bunk for a few days, thinking about the pit into which he had tumbled.
Finally, he decided to step outdoors during the daily recreation hour. The sun and fresh air invigorated him.
"People were checking me out--prisoners and guards," Sharpe says. "Big as I am, I'm not exactly easy to miss. I feel their eyes. They test me, playing psychological games. They don't know what to expect out of this rich football player, this old cokehead. But it wasn't me who put me up on any pedestal when things were going good. I figured I'd just be myself."
Sharpe began to walk the perimeter of the yard every day for the entire hour. Back inside, he started to do pushups and sit-ups, ten in a set, then 20, then 100. He says he could almost hear his body thanking him as the poisons sweated out of him.
But there still were some difficult tests.
"This Mexican guy in the yard tells me he can get me some rock, some crack," he says. "I tell him, 'I don't want your crack, dude. I'm gonna try to change my life. Don't you be comin' up to me with that stuff.'
"Later, back in the pod, he starts in again. 'Man, I can get you a one-16th right now.' I get pissed off and I curse him out in Spanish. It always blows people's minds that I'm fluent. 'You disrespected me, dude. I already told you once.'
"Time goes by, and here he comes again. This time, he's got a piece of paper with him. 'Can I have your autograph?' I tell him, 'That will be five items at the commissary.' He says no way. I go, 'Oh, it's okay for you to sell crack to me, but I can't sell to you?' He kind of laughs and walks away. There are all kinds of vultures floating around here."
Sharpe says he came to realize that, in his case, jail was a blessing: "I respect the fact I've had time to look at my life, look at myself, get physically back in shape. I'd like to think I've started my recovery where recovery is not a word you hear. This is easy. Training camp carried on for four weeks, and was mentally and physically challenging. This is just mental."
Kathi Sharpe allowed her children to accept collect calls from their father for the first month he was in jail. Sharpe says he lived for the opportunity to gab with his kids.
But Kathi cut off the calls in early May, Sharpe alleges, after his oldest daughter, now 12, told him she'd gotten into trouble at school.
Sharpe wrote to the girl's school counselor, seeking an explanation. The counselor responded in a note dated May 6.
"Luis, I was very pleased to hear that you are determined to change your lifestyle. That's a good decision and everyone will benefit from it. [She] is doing okay. I talked to her this morning and I really believe she is trying to hurt you the way you hurt her. She is confused, angry and is making a loud cry for help."
Says Sharpe of the frank assessment: "She's right, but it hurts. How did things get this fucked up?"
Kathi Sharpe's attorney has an answer to that.
"He's been coddled for a long time now," Don Lindholm says, "and it's time for him to stand up and become a role model for his children. This poor child has had a particularly difficult time because of what she has observed in her father. She's the oldest and has faced great scorn at school over all this. And for Luis to cast aspersions at Kathi, who's kept this family together while he's been womanizing and doing his drugs and whatever else he does, is absurd and reprehensible."
One of Sharpe's biggest problems is that he's uncertain of what to do with himself. Without the safety nets of pro football, rehab clinics, or even jail, he knows he's a prime candidate for another fall.
"I just can't trust that it won't happen," he says. "I'm a drug addict and I could go off any day."
Sharpe's brief experience on the set of Waiting to Exhale intoxicated him, and he expresses a desire to become a professional actor.
He also speaks vaguely of wanting to help others with problems. He adds, chuckling bitterly, that he seems to be one of those people more capable of helping others than himself.
"My divorce is going to be over soon, and I'll be left with about a million-and-a-half bucks," he says. "I need some kind of guardianship arrangement with my sister [to oversee his financial affairs]. If I fall off the Earth again, I could go through that million and some in a few years. Then I'll really be a street person."
Luis Sharpe's sentencing shared time on television newscasts with that of Richard Djerf, who slaughtered four members of a west Phoenix family. Both men were sentenced by Judge Ryan, first Sharpe and then Djerf.
Djerf got death. Sharpe got his life.
As always, Sharpe said all the right things when the time came for him to talk. He sprinkled words such as "chance," "sorry," "addiction," "problems," "family" and "recovery" throughout his minutelong statement.
The judge said he appreciated Sharpe's comments, but that any noteworthy probation violation would mean incarceration of up to four years at the state prison.
After his sentencing, Sharpe checked out of jail. He said goodbye to his friends at the jail, shedding some tears. He also transferred the balance in his commissary account to his cell mate, the 23-year-old indigent gangbanger.
Sharpe says he considered taking his pink socks as a memento of his jail stay. But he was dissuaded by another inmate who said detention officers would stick a petty theft charge on him.
He and his sister Indira drove to Circle K and made a purchase. Sharpe joyfully lit up for the first time in more than six weeks--tobacco, not crack.
The two then stopped by the schools attended by Sharpe's 8- and 12-year-old daughters. Officials allowed him short visits with the children, though he hadn't called ahead.
"It was very sweet," he said last week, in a phone call from Hazelden, a rehab clinic near Minneapolis. "They were happy to see me, which made me feel very good. I told them I was going to get treatment for my illness, and that I really wanted to be part of their lives again."
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The clinic is housed on 500 acres, with forested walking paths, a weight room, swimming pool and other amenities with special meaning to a man whose most recent residence was jail.
Sharpe is scheduled to stay at Hazelden for at least three more weeks. Then, he says he plans to go to Detroit and continue outpatient treatment and live with his sister as he tries to map his next step.
"I've got a family who loves me and kids who need me, I hope," he says. "I'd like to think I got a life ahead of me.


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Environmental news is a downer. I know. Despite trying to balance news about climate change and energy development with a love for wild places and muddy rivers, I've pretty much spent a decade of my life depressing readers. Lately, I've even been wondering how much I've contributed to the helplessness people feel about the environment.
So, today, I'm offering a crash course in how to stop being helpless.
I'm not talking about donating to an environmental group or buying something "green." I will never suggest becoming involved in a political campaign. Rather, I urge New Mexicans to attend more meetings.
Federal, state and local agencies hold meetings all over the state. They also solicit comments about everything from oil and gas development and land use planning to wildlife management and air quality. For those of you who are sick of being feeble and discouraged, I have some suggestions.
More than a decade ago, the federal government bought a ranch in the Jemez Mountains and created the Valles Caldera National Preserve. The preserve has had its share of management snafus and budgetary problems. But it's a stunning place to visit; scientists and archaeologists conduct research there, and it's open on a limited basis to hunting and fishing. For one reason or another, everyone has a stake in those 89,000 acres.
This month, the Valles Caldera Trust released a plan to guide land use and visitor access that describes six alternatives for management and lays out the impacts of each. You can read the study at vallescaldera.gov, then comment on it before Aug. 14.
If you've happened to notice that southern New Mexico is the nation's new nuclear hot spot, you might want to know about the plant International Isotopes, Inc. plans to build outside of Hobbs. Depleted uranium hexafluoride will be shipped to the "Fluorine Extraction Process and Depleted Uranium Deconversion Plant," where workers will extract fluorine for commercial sale then dispose of the leftover depleted uranium.
Wouldn't you like to know what's going to happen there? Perhaps you have a few questions to ask. You don't even have to drive to Hobbs for the June 28 meeting. Contact Cynthia Taylor at (404) 997-4480 or firstname.lastname@example.com. Let her know you'd like the teleconferencing information.
Nukes not your thing? OK, how about water?
The state is updating water quality standards for streams within the Upper Rio Grande Watershed where E. coli is a problem. There is a meeting on Thursday, June 28 from 6-8 pm at the Taos Convention Center, and the draft document is open for public comment until July 13. For more information from the state's Water Quality Control Commission, visit nmenv.state.nm.us/wqcc/.
But don't stop there. Each month, officials with the New Mexico Environment Department convene meetings that affect landscapes, rivers and skies in New Mexico. City council and county commission meetings are open to the public, as are Public Regulation Commission meetings. State game commissioners meet throughout the state, voting on issues like fishing rule changes and how many bears people can shoot each year. Agendas are online at wildlife.state.nm.us, or you can call 476-8008.
Whenever the US Environmental Protection Agency considers a new regulation or issues permits, the public is expected to be involved. The same goes for when the US Forest Service considers logging projects or off-road vehicle use and when the Bureau of Land Management leases lands for mining or drilling.
As an environmental reporter, I wade through a lot of bleak news. But the worst news is that so few people get involved in a public process that is pretty much one of the coolest things about living in the United States.
In 1970, President Richard Nixon—Nixon!—signed the National Environmental Policy Act. That law directs federal agencies to work in partnership with the public in addressing landscape degradation and balancing environmental, social and economic concerns. On its heels, Congress also passed the Clean Water Act, the Clean Air Act and the Endangered Species Act. Each of these creates a role for the public.
For 10 years, I've held onto a sun-faded blue sticky note. It has tack holes in it and tape that has yellowed and hardened. Written on it is a quote from Ken Hechler, who as a freshman congressman in the 1960s wrote legislation capping the amount of coal dust allowed in mines. He was trying to protect workers from black lung disease.
"You are in politics, whether you like it or not," he said. "If you sit it out on the sidelines, you are throwing your influence on the side of corruption, mismanagement and the forces of evil."
That quote definitely applies to the public process. By ignoring the opportunities to participate, you're throwing your influence on the side of corruption, mismanagement—and yes, sometimes even the forces of evil.

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Adams will rest, hopes to avoid DL trip
WASHINGTON -- Though Matt Adams is unlikely to play during the team's series in Washington, the Cardinals do not expect they'll need to place the first baseman on the disabled list while he is dealing with right side tightness.
A day after Adams first felt discomfort in his right oblique, he was cleared to throw and field ground balls on Tuesday. He has not resumed swinging since stopping his pregame work in the batting cage on Monday, which means it's unlikely that Adams is available even for a pinch-hit appearance.
"The tightness is still there, but it's definitely improved since [Monday]," Adams said. "I'm just following orders. Whenever I'm told to swing, I'll try to get down there and take some swings."
Adams has a reference point for this type of injury, and he said he's encouraged by the fact that the discomfort is not nearly as severe as it was when he missed 19 Double-A games in 2011 with an oblique strain.
With an off-day scheduled for Thursday, the Cardinals would be able to give Adams at least four full days to rest by holding him out of the rest of this series.
"He's going to continue to do some of the rehab, and we'll still move cautiously forward with him," manager Mike Matheny said. "We want to be on the front end of it. I think [the training staff is] pretty happy with where he is and being able to get to it before it was something of greater concern."
Jenifer Langosch is a reporter for MLB.com. Read her blog, By Gosh, It's Langosch, and follow her on Twitter @LangoschMLB. This story was not subject to the approval of Major League Baseball or its clubs.


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Online Exclusive: Nonjurisdictional issues in Morrision take center stage.
The Supreme Court has never considered whether the anti-fraud provisions of U.S. securities law extend to "foreign-cubed" (F-cubed) securities lawsuits. F-cubed suits occur when foreign purchasers of securities sue foreign issuers for violations of American securities laws with respect to securities traded on a foreign exchange.
It's not that these lawsuits have failed to attract appellate courts' attention. And the courts haven't quite managed to agree on what constitutes the appropriate test for assuming subject matter jurisdiction over such lawsuits.
Indeed, three approaches exist. The D.C. Circuit's is the most restrictive, requiring that the conduct in the U.S. amounts to a securities violation before the court will take jurisdiction. By contrast, the 3rd, 8th and 9th circuits demand only that "some activity designed to further a fraudulent scheme" occur in the U.S. For its part, the 2nd Circuit has taken a middle-of-the-road position requiring that domestic acts must be "at the heart" of the fraud before U.S. courts may act.
"The jurisprudence has become a checkerboard, and that makes it difficult to predict when the courts will take jurisdiction," says Jeff Golenbock, a partner at Golenbock Eiseman Assor Bell & Peskoe.
But on Nov. 30, 2009, the Supreme Court indicated it was prepared to address the split. It agreed to review Morrison v. National Australia Bank Ltd., a decision in which the 2nd Circuit affirmed its "at the heart" test and explicitly rejected a bright-line rule that would prohibit F-cubed lawsuits whenever the impugned conduct had no effect in the U.S. or on American investors.
"This issue will arise with increasing frequency as the shareholder base becomes ever more global," says Dan Kramer, a partner at Paul, Weiss, Rifkind, Wharton & Garrison. "So it's important that the court provide guidance as to how judges should analyze future cases."
Morrison Matters
Morrison, it appears, is tailor-made for the analysis.
The shareholder plaintiffs, all of whom purchased their shares abroad, alleged that National Australia Bank (NAB), the country's largest bank, had falsely inflated the potential fee income of an American subsidiary, Florida-based mortgage service provider HomeSide Lending Inc.
The bank's common stock traded on the Australian Securities Exchange, the London Stock Exchange, and the Tokyo and New Zealand exchanges. The shares did not trade on U.S. exchanges, but NAB's American Depository Receipts (ADRs, or instruments issued by U.S. depository banks that give holders the right to buy the foreign stock) did trade on the New York Stock Exchange.
NAB had acquired HomeSide, America's sixth biggest mortgage service company with the right to service mortgages totaling $18 billion in 1998.
During the next two years, NAB reported HomeSide had generated about 5 percent of the bank's total profits of $5.6 billion. HomeSide calculated its profits by using a valuation model that amortized the value of its mortgage servicing rights over the expected life of the rights.
In 2001, NAB announced that HomeSide's valuation model was flawed. It recalculated the profit, producing a $450 million write-down. Both NAB's shares and its ADRs fell more than 5 percent on the news. A subsequent $1.75 billion write-down caused the shares to drop 13 percent while the ADRs fell more than 11.5 percent.
The plaintiffs sued NAB, HomeSide and various individual officers and directors in the Federal District Court for the Southern District of New York. They claimed HomeSide used unreasonably optimistic valuation assumptions or methodologies and that the defendants made materially false and misleading statements in NAB's SEC filings, annual reports and press releases.
The plaintiffs also alleged that HomeSide falsified the data in Florida, then sent it to NAB in Australia, where the parent disseminated the material in public filings and statements.
The defendants moved to dismiss for lack of subject matter jurisdiction. The district court ruled for the defendants. An appeal to the 2nd Circuit followed.
A Second Look
The shareholders' case rested on the premise that the fraud occurred primarily in Florida because HomeSide was located there and created the false numbers there. The defendants countered that the fraud occurred in Australia, where NAB issued the fraudulent statements.
The court agreed with the defendants, ruling that the heart of the fraud occurred in Australia because NAB had primary responsibility for ensuring the accuracy of the statements. Indeed, HomeSide's numbers had to pass through various "checkpoints" manned by Australian personnel, and there was no evidence that HomeSide had sent material directly to investors.
"While HomeSide's rigging of the numbers may have contributed to the misinformation, a number of significant events needed to occur before this misinformation caused losses to investors," the court stated.
The "striking absence" of allegations that the fraud affected U.S. markets or residents also influenced the court.
"[Plaintiffs] do not contend that what [the defendants] allegedly did had any meaningful effect on American's investors or its capital markets," the court said.
Full Circle
The 2nd Circuit stopped short of calling that a standard, however, which may prove central to the Supreme Court's analysis of the issue.
While acknowledging that the "heart of the fraud" test would mandate case-by-case analysis of the impact of domestic conduct, the 2nd Circuit refused to opt for a bright-line test that ruled out F-cubed actions whenever the fraud had no effect in the U.S. or on American investors.
"[W]e are leery of rigid bright-line rules because we cannot anticipate all the circumstances in which the ingenuity of those inclined to violate the securities laws should result in their being subject to American jurisdiction," the court stated.
Whether the Supreme Court will agree remains to be seen.
"It's apparent from the grant of certiorari that at least some members of the court want to consider the possibility of a firm rule that will give certain additional guidance," Golenbock says.
Whatever the result, a decision on F-cubed cases would bring securities class action jurisprudence from the high court full circle.
"In recent years, the Supreme Court has looked at loss causation, scienter and the Private Litigation Securities Reform Act of 1995," says Chris Caparelli, of counsel at Torys. "F-cubed issues are an area into which the Supreme Court has not yet ventured, and dealing with them may give the court some sense that it's closing the loop on securities jurisprudence."


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meanwhile I'm wondering: any DAD's point of view out there? almost all accounts are from sons here...
It would be nice to have also some father's point of view on this matter.
...." Rainier LeShaias knew no bounds. His bedroom conquests, in only the past two months, included his wife, two secretaries, two waitresses at the Northpoint Club, his ex-girlfriend, and ...even his own son when the kid was home from Bennington on spring break. "
I love sniffing a guys underwear especially if he sweats and has some nice piss stains. i like to jack off and clean up the mess with the underwear and keep them to sniff again! Damn, wish I had some now - and not mine!
And four years is a long time to be whacking off as a 9 to 13 year old over something supposedly so abnormal.
When I started actually having sex at 11, it was usually with older boys, though usually teenagers.
By the time I was 14, I had become interested in guys roughly my own age. But I was "warned" by a lot of guys who were my senior by years to expect a change in my interests as I got older. Boys who seemed "too young" to me when I was 25, wouldn't seem young enough by the time I was, say, 45. And that indeed seems to be the natural pattern.
Why? Obviously in the present culture, we've become so politically correct (partly in a valid attempt to protect children from legitimate predators) that almost anything is now dangerous legally. Many States in the US which once had age of consent laws realistically set at 16 or even 14 have now raised them to 18, although some countries still have younger standards.
I think people assume that the boy/man relationship is only for the older guy, that one can expect the "creepy" middleaged dude to be prowling after kids pervertedly, but if the younger boy willingly consents that his agenda is either financial or survival of some sort.
That happens, too, but how does that explain my pubescent obsession with sex from hairy, buff rednecks?
I think the ancient Greco-Roman culture probably had the right idea, in that the father-son type sexual mentor dynamic was not only accepted, but if the murals and urns are to be believed, the older men may have had long silver hair and beards, but they were also built, in shape, lean.
That's the key, I think. The reason we tend to think of the "twink/troll" combination as exploitive and unilateral sexually is because so many guys in western culture fall apart physically in middle age. But back then, they didn't.
My 10 year old lust for always for guys who were decades older but in excellent condition. So the sexual bond seems a natural one: boys wanting sexy older guys before growing up to want boys themselves.
So fucking daddy may not be the wisest idea, but a cuddly uncle you like might be different.
I understand the problem some people have with the concept, even beyond prudeness. But legality and morality aren't synonymous.
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Have any of you guys ever look at pictures of your dad and lay them around you when you jack off? Lately I have been doing that! I know naughty me but can't help it. So hot!
Now I can't even get him out of my dreams, been thinking about my father even when I go to sleep. I dreamed we were out camping again and in the wilderness out of no where he started raping me violently. It was so fucking hot yet kinda scary at the same time, but it was the first wet dream I've had since I was a child!!
There is a pretty hot video on Xhamster that is called "taking old man's cock" that depicts a father and a son getting it on in the cover of night that I find very sexy despite the fact that it has no sound. Google "xhamster, taking old man's cock" and it will be the first link available. I would post the direct link but I do not recall what this site's posting rules are for links of that nature.
I love father and son sex, the fist time I saw my dad naked, I was so aroused and excited. I must have been around 8 years old. Everytime I see him in his tighty whities, I get hard.
Do it! I would buy your products.
wanna be the money? lol
What were some of their favorite places?.....the predictable cheap and dingy motelroom that reeked of cigarettes and disinfectant. A room-size clearing in a thick pine forest in the preserve at the south end of the county. An abandonded camper, behind a stack of tires in the rear of a cousin's gas station that backed up to a Newburg Freeway entrance ramp. A 3-day rainout at the Daytona 500, with too much time on their hands in a beachfront motel. A bedroom the size of a closet, in a singlewide mobile home that sat un-rented on the Ransom Farm. A makeshift hillbilly dungeon in a back corner of their haybarn, chain restraints hanging from a pole. Sunday's after church on a rickety workbench in a boiler room in the rear of the cotton mill.
Does anyone have any more stories?
my very 1st sex dream was about my step-dad, when I was 9 or 10. He was a firefighter, and while not a totally hot man, he had a masculine "every man" kind of look. He always hung out around the house, or the backyard, in his white briefs, and they were always a little loose, and well worn, so kind of see through.
in my dream, he was coming through the side gate to the back yard, fully dressed, wearing a tool belt. When he walked though the gate, his shirt vanished. He walked up to a trailer that was halfway to the back sliding glass door. When he turned to walk to the door, his pants vanished, so he was only in his underwear and tool belt. He opened the back door to step inside and his underwear disappeared, leaving him in ONLY the toolbelt. I was sitting on my knees in the living room...he walked up and stood right in front of me, w/ his soft penis inches from my face. I leaned forward and took him into my mouth.
That was it. I never heard of gay sex, or about that part of a man being a sexual thing- I knew absolutely nothing about sex...so how did my unconscious mind know that was something to do?? I cannot tell you how many follow ups there were to that dream. He remains my biggest fantasy to this day. He is 67 years old now, but now looks like a silver fox, w/ a hell of a bulge.
Does anyone got more stories?
I tried looking for them on the web, but they're all too "sintetic"...
i love incest can never find any videos online i dream about it father and son gets me hard
I don't know how old I was, around eight, I should think. I loved cowboy programmes, those jeans were so enticing, and I imagined dad as a cowboy. I dreamed of nuzzling round his crotch and arse. I didn't know what I wanted him to do, but I knew it was dirty.
Once my dad and I were alone for one week and I had to do the laundry since mom wasn't there. Until then I had never thought about looking inside the dirty laundry bin. But when I did the laundry, the fact that i was touching his dirty trunks and briefs made me very horny. I would also put them on and jerk off, once he came home early and I didn't have time to change back to mine undies, boy was that exciting...
So far I have only found a few tiny white stains, but never actual cum. Recently, I came big on his used black undies. PM me if you want to see the pic
My Mom and Dad (step) separated when I was 12, and my Dad got his own apartment nearby. He would invite my brothers and me to spend the night at his place on weekends (1 at a time, and I was usually the one who said yes, even though we had a rocky relationship) We would just hang out and watch TV. After a while, he would say " let's play strip poker to get ready for bed", and we would. (he always won) We would keep playing , though, til we were both in our tighty whiteys.
Then he always asked me to give him a back rub, where he would lay on the pull out couch, and I would straddle his ass ( remember we are both in our underwear only) and rub his back. Then he would direct me to where he was sore and have me rub his lower back, or thighs. I remember rubbing all the way up his thighs and having my hands wrapped all the way from inside to out. Then he had me massage his ass through his underwear.
At the time, regardless of what I was feeling, I didn't think this was intended to be sexual, but since I got a little older....I don't know. He always stayed laying face down for a while after I was done. Looking back, I can't help but think I missed an opportunity. I can't believe he let me massage his ass , and I spent some time on that ass. There were many other things over the years that make me think I should have made a move, but I was petrified he would get mad and all I ever wanted was his acceptance.
Man, I wish I knew and saw things like I do now, cause I'm kickin' myself. My Mom's friends always said they thought he was gay, or bi.
When I was 11 or so, I caught my dad masturbating. To this day, he doesn't know I saw him. I discovered that it was his Friday night ritual after he thought everyone was asleep. I would always watch him jack off whenever I was home and often I would plan to be home with enough time to watch him jack off. Often times I would jack off too.
I am now 32 and the last time I flew home for a visit, I found that my Dad still has his friday night ritual. At this point in my life, I find that I want to join him as if it would be a bonding experience.
I don't intend to go further however, I would suck him off if he asked. The thought of masturbating with the man that made me fuels my nightly jack off fantasies.
I am going to be visiting home soon and want to know if I should make an attempt to pursue this when I see him next and if so, how should I do it. If I shouldn't, how should I deal with these intense feelings (I will not go to counseling for this).
Has anyone else every experienced this and if so have you acted upon it? If not, how did you suppress the desires?
You non-judgemental responses are appreciated. I am battling with this and I need to determine how I will proceed with this situation. Please do not cut me down; I genuinely need your help.
If you approach your father when he is masturbating, he may stop doing it completely on that night and in the future, especially or mostly if you mention friday being his ritual day. I would not ruin your relationship with your father unless you know for sure he would be cool with it.
Personally how I deal with my fantasies about my father, I just try to forget approaching him and just live it out as it is which is a fantasy. If that doesn't work, I think about little annoyances that he does that turns me off. This isn't a healthy way of doing it, because you could grow some sort of anger or disgust with your father. But I some how found the middle ground. Honestly though, the best way to calm your feelings are to approach and tell him or to talk to someone about them. But doing this could cause harm or could help you in the long run.
yep. and still tells me when he is naked, over the phone, usually right before hanging up. weird, hoh??
And about dealing with your feelings, let it out in other ways, role-playing with someone who could act like a dad, masturbating, watching porn, just the regular stuff.
I rarely see him, and when I do, he is w/ his wife, who has alzheimers
May all turn out well for you and your father.
Geez... I flew home today. I just watched my dad jack off for over an hour. He didn't know I was watching I saw him wipe the precum (I assume) from his cock and lick it off his finger. I was stroking the same rhythm he was wanting so badly to drop to my knees in front of his cock and let him pump his hot cum down my throat. His cock looks about 7.5 (same as me) but he looked thicker. Damn, I've never craved cock so badly.
Any dads ever gave a show to their son before?
To your dismay, you slowly learn to be careful what you wish for. Too late. The 6-inches, you are allowed to see in passing, quickly wrapped in a white towel, away from your eager eyes....is actually an angry 9-inches, upon greasing. The nervous request for a quick glance, just to satsify one's curiosity, becomes a wild Sunday afternoon in bed, like no other. "OK, just once, and I'm fine", you tell yourself, very sore, and unbelieving of your luck. Two weeks pass. But, now, you are asked to perform again. And another rainy Saturday. And one, that's not raining, when he got home in a hunting suit. And a Wednesday night, when he got through playing poker. In a year, you realize you've had rough anal 26 times, intense oral 70 times, makeout sessions, and all kinds of other crazy stuff you're not supposed to be doing together. And it would be expected many many times more. It's time to hit the road. Again. All you'd wanted was a single bed, to wait out, going off to the airforce, or to be a lab tech somewhere.
Im your age and have started to meet a few guys like your "boy". It's incredibly hot. Really get off being called "daddy" or "sir". I love young smooth butt, love to fuck raw too but try to be careful who I do it to.
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I meet with a college kid from time to time who I fool around with and lately he has said that he wants to be my son and started calling me Daddy. He's in his 20's and I'm in my 50's so I thought it would be fun to role play. I came to his apartment and he got very excited that his daddy was home. He sat me down and got on my lap in his basketball shorts and a tank top. Then he kissed me and asked me if I could check to see if he was in heat. So I dropped his shorts and sniffed his ripe hole and told him it smelled like he is in heat and needs to mate. So I pulled him down on my face and started to lick his hole and that ended with him telling me he wanted me to breed him. As I started to look for some lube and a condom he sat on my chest and kissed me some more and told me he wanted to have my baby. I smiled at him and told him we would make beautiful babies together. Then he gives me this look and positions himself on my cock and, without any lube at all, takes all 7.5" inside his tight little hole and begins churning my cock with his ass. He kept looking down at me a with absolute devotion as he rode my cock so I turned him over and took him from behind, balls deep. It didn't take long before I was ready too shoot and I asked him if he was sure about me cumming inside him? He replied, "Yes Daddy, give me your seed, I want to have your baby!" It wasn't long before I shot my load inside him and he pulled me in tight until my dick was drained. After that he licked all the cum off my cock and then spooned himself into me and pushed my cock back inside his hole until it was soft and we fell asleep like that until I had to go home. God, it was so fucking hot!
I just sent mt Step dad an email, telling him how much I always wanted him naked HE IS , and now am scared to death, I do not know how he will respond,.HE IS 67, AND i WOULD STILL LICK HIM EVERYWHERE. Part of me wants to delete the email, and the other part wants the ultimate response- I guess we'll see..........................
Would love to see some of those stories written!
I totally agree with you. Dad/son stories are so hot. Discovered nifty stories years ago and have given me a lot of ideas to stroke to.
The thought of real incest for myself grosses me out.
But despite that I like role playing with older guys and I even like seeing real incest when it's others. I would love to have sex with brothers, especially twins.
in the industry made some dad/son porn even tho its fake i wouldnt care as long it was done right ive even pay there notting out there
I think its a very special bond between father and son to be nude together without the incest part. Walking around nude and hanging out nude and even hugging nude. I would think it a special bond. I've seen my father nude and even just his penis as he used to pee with the door open. He wasn't one I could approach and ask him to just look at it let alone touch it even though I had the desire to do so. My father was a sound sleeper and when I was 10 or 11 I used to sneak in his room at night and cop a feel. Did that for a while. When he fell asleep on the chair, I would put my hand on his crotch and feel around. It was nice only wished I could have done it when he was a wake but he wasn't approachable like that.
I remember him showing me how to stand up and pee when I was a kid, how he used to stand behind me and hold my penis showing me how to aim. He did that a couple of times until I got the hang of it. We grew apart as I got older as he became an alcoholic and abusive.
For fathers who want to bond with their sons and are able to go nude. A nude hug, penis touching penis shouldn't stop you. The penis should not be off limits after all its only a penis. Wouldn't you want you son to come to you if he has penile problems instead of suffering in silence or going to your son for help if you get hit in the balls. Have medical exams together be free to touch in a non sexual way. In other cultures, fathers and sons bathe each other including the genitals. To them its no big deal. I tell my friends both straight and gay that I'm touchable and if they feel the need to touch a dick feel free to touch me. However jerking me and sucking me off, then we have to talk. I guess I'm more free thinking because I'm a body groomer, I wax and/or shave men and the penis is not a big deal for me. Apparently not for them either because they're trusting me with their balls.
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4 of the last 8 World Series Champions have come from the West Region
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• 2009 - Chula Vista
• 2008 - Hawaii
• 2005 - Hawaii
Northwest winner Eastlake Little League of Washington vs. Universal Little Leage of Texas Thursday, 2 p.m. PST
West winner Eastlake Little League of Chula Vista California vs. Grosse Pointe Woods-Shores of Michigan Friday, 12 p.m. PST
The Northwest semifinals featured one upset, and nearly had another. No. 3 seed Big Sky Little League of Montana, which lost to No. 2 Lake Oswego Little League of Oregon 8-2 in pool play, returned the favor with a 3-0 win in the first semifinal. In the second semifinal, No. 1 seed Eastlake Little League of Washington had to rally from an early deficit to win in walk-off fashion, 5-4 over No. 4 Coeur d'Alene Little League of Idaho.
In the West semifinals, there was little drama. No. 2 Eastlake Little League of Chula Vista routed Mountain Ridge Little League of Nevada 12-0 in one semifinal, and then No. 1 Belmont-Redwood Shores downed Chandler Little League of Arizona 8-1.
Both championship games turned out to be sheer domination.
After an outstanding performance in the Northwest semifinal, Montana appeared to have nothing left for the finals, and Washington won 13-1, in a game stopped by the mercy rule. In the West, NorCal (Belmont-Redwood Shores) had defeated SoCal (Chula Vista) 3-2 in the final pool play game to capture the No. 1 seed, but that had no bearing on the championship game. SoCal scored in every inning in which it batted, and routed NorCal 9-0 to capture the West.


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of playing for a college football championship due to their conference affiliations and their weak schedules.
A quick check of the Sagarin strength of schedule rankings shows that these 5 schools have played the weakest schedules among the top 20 schools in the Sagarin rankings:
Ohio St: 59th
Wisconsin: 61st
Michigan St: 67th
TCU: 68th
Boise St: 73rd (but will rise after playing at Nevada)
So yes, they are at the bottom in strength of schedule Gordon, with YOU AND YOUR BUDDIES!
OSU's non-conference schedule was 4 home games, vs. Marshall, Ohio, Eastern Michigan, and Miami (I'll give them that one). This is fairly typical of big power schools- all non-conference games are at home. If Boise St. or TCU calls and asks to schedule a home-and-home series, they laugh and say "NO, you have to come to our house every year"
Personally I would love to see Boise St. demolish OSU or some other big school in a bowl game, like they did years back to Oklahoma.
I want Auburn to lose this weekend for sure and set up Oregon vs. Boise or TCU (assuming no leap-frogging by lower-ranked power schools).


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Kylie Jenner Cuts Her Hair! [PHOTOS]
Kylie Jenner has cut her luscious locks — but don't worry, it's only a "lil shorter"!
The 17-year-old 'Keeping Up With the Kardashians' star shared photos of her new haircut yesterday (Jan. 9) on Instagram. While her brown hair still flows well below her shoulders, it is several inches shorter than before. The cut was the handiwork of celebrity stylist Scott Cunha, who appears in one of the photos with the reality starlet.
Kylie captioned the above pic, "got my hair cut a lil shorter today with my baby surfboard @thescottycunha." She later posted another shot of herself along with emojis of a boy and girl (Kylie and Scott?) holding hands. That pic was a selfie, giving us a better look at her new 'do:
She appears to be in a car in the photo — let's just hope the frequently cited new driver wasn't behind the wheel!
You can see another view of Kylie's cute new 'do in a shot sister Kendall posted of Kylie and herself on the set of 'E!'s Fashion Police' with host Joan Rivers:


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'SNL' has a longstanding tradition of elevating music stars with presence to full-time hosts, rather than simple musical guests. We've seen the experiment largely succeed with acts like the recent Bruno Mars, and may get a taste of it in the future with recent rumors surrounding Justin Bieber, but now 'The Voice' judge and Maroon 5 singer Adam Levine is the latest to take up hosting duties. Will Maroon 5 provide the musical entertainment, or has another act been chosen?


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Christopher (Skip) Bruce Berryessa died at his Palo Alto home on Oct. 1. He was 71 and had been ill for the past few years after his retirement as a cemetery worker at Alta Mesa Memorial Park, where he had worked for 35 years.
Born on Oct. 2, 1942, his ancestors left Mexico in 1776, traveling north in horse-drawn wagons with Juan Bautista DeAnza. They settled in the area now known as the Presidio of San Francisco.
He married Doris Jacquelyn Stromberg on Sept. 13, 1962, in Mountain View. They celebrated 50 years of marriage last year. He also served in the U.S. Navy in his early years.
His three children are Christopher, Robert and Darlene Berryessa. He is also survived by grandchildren.
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Peter Hom, of Palo Alto, died on Oct. 3. He was 82.
A Menlo Park native, he received a B.S. in accounting from U.C. Berkeley. After serving in the U.S. Army in the Korean War, he went to law school and received a J.D. from the University of the Pacific, McGeorge Law School.
He later married Gloria, who survives him. They lived in Palo Alto and celebrated their 50th wedding anniversary this year.
He practiced law for almost 40 years in Santa Clara County, where he was one of the first Chinese attorneys. He was also a fisherman, card player and sports fan. He loved spending time with family and friends, traveling the world, and harvesting the fruit trees in his backyard. He was an active member of the First Congregational Church of Palo Alto, where he enjoyed the community and music.
He is survived by his three daughters: Patricia Hoo and Jennifer Lai of Menlo Park and Leslie Hom of San Francisco. He is also survived by his five grandchildren: Elizabeth, Peter, Timothy, Gloria Paige and Samantha.
In lieu of flowers, please send donations to the First Congregational Church in Palo Alto.
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OAKLAND — A man who served a prison term for his involvement in the killing of a 16-year-old boy in Contra Costa County in 2005 was arrested Sunday night after police say he shot two men at an East Oakland taco truck.
The shooting was one of four over a 12-hour period between Sunday afternoon and Monday morning in different parts of Oakland.
Raul Pinet, 28, of Antioch, was arrested on suspicion of two counts of assault with a firearm in the taco truck shooting. Police said he did not know the men he shot, both of whom will recover from their wounds.
Officer Omar Daza-Quiroz said a 22-year-old man was ordering food at the taco truck at 22nd Avenue and International Boulevard about 8:30 p.m. Sunday when he got into a conversation with Pinet.
After a few moments, police said Pinet hit the man in the face for no apparent reason, and the two began fighting. When a 20-year-old friend of the man hit in the face tried to help, Pinet pulled a gun and shot them both, Daza-Quiroz said.
Pinet ran off but was arrested a few blocks away by responding police. He refused to talk to investigators. The 22-year-old man was shot in the wrist and the other man in the thigh.
Authorities confirmed that in July 2005 Pinet and another man were arrested on suspicion of murder in the killing of a 16-year-old high school student in Bay Point during a shootout with another person. Pinet was eventually convicted of voluntary manslaughter and served seven years in prison, authorities said. It was not immediately known what happened with the other suspect in that shooting.
In the other Oakland shootings, a 48-year-old man was shot during an attempted robbery about 12:20 a.m. Monday near Third Avenue and Foothill Boulevard, not far from Lake Merritt.
Police said the man had just dropped a friend off and was in his car when a man with a gun approached the vehicle and demanded money. The man said he did not have any and started driving away. Police said the man shot at the car and hit the man in the hand.
At 11:40 p.m. Sunday, a 30-year-old man was shot in the leg in the 1200 block of 16th Street in West Oakland.
Police said the man was shot after refusing a ride from someone who got angry and shot him. The gunman then fled in the vehicle. The man was in stable condition at a hospital.
At 12:46 p.m. Sunday, a 56-year-old woman was shot in the arm as she sat in a car in the 1900 block of 92nd Avenue in East Oakland. Police said three suspects approached the vehicle on foot and began shooting at the car, where the woman was sitting with other people. No one else was injured, but some homes in the area were hit by gunfire.
The suspects fled on foot, and the woman was taken to a hospital, where she was in stable condition. Police have not released a motive yet for the shooting or said if the woman was the intended target.


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Ya I just heard this.. Really suprising he didn't attempt to finish the year.. Man im gonna miss Fiesty Foster!
The last remaining Pacer from that Runner up team.
Heres a link:
After 13 seasons in the NBA, all with the Indiana Pacers, forward/center Jeff Foster announced his retirement Wednesday due to chronic back problems.
Its with deep regret that I have to conclude my basketball career, said Foster. Ive given my all to the Pacers and the community the last 13 years. I had hoped to be able to finish the season, but unfortunately my back problems prevented that from occurring. I want to thank the Simon family and the Pacers organization for 13 memorable years.
Foster played in just 11 games this season, averaging 2.3 points per game. One of the more popular players in team history for his on-court hustle, he retires in the Pacers top 10 career list in 11 different categories in the teams NBA history, eight different categories in franchise history.
The 35-year-old Foster had career averages of 4.9 points per game and 6.9 rebounds per game.
Jeff has meant a lot to the team and the community for 13 seasons, said Pacers President of Basketball Operations Larry Bird. He played hard every night, he always gave his all. He is a great role model for our younger players and we cant thank him enough for his contributions on and off the court.
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Screw superstars, Gerald Green loves Indianapolis. And he's NOT on Twitter, so that settles that.
It seems obvious now but I didn't really consider how what he's gone through in his career could set a great example for Lance. Up to Lance to listen, and it's a perfect world scenario obviously, but listening to Green could do him a world of good.


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During pregnancy it's hard to imagine what labor will be like. During your postpartum stay at the hospital it's hard to imagine what taking the baby home will be like. Even if you've been through this before, you're adding another person to the family and the task may seem overwhelming.
I believe the first two weeks home with a newborn are the hardest. You're recovering from labor and birth — possibly from a C-section. You're sleep deprived. If you're breast-feeding, you may have sore nipples and worry whether the baby is getting enough milk. You have vaginal bleeding and you haven't had to deal with that in months. The list can go on and on.
Most importantly, however, you're learning to care for your baby. The baby doesn't speak any recognizable language and it takes time to learn his or her cues. For example, the baby wanting to suck on anything that comes near its mouth doesn't necessarily mean he or she is hungry. Likewise, the baby screaming and crying doesn't always mean something is wrong. Understanding your baby's needs and preferences is a trial and error system for most parents. I found that my son liked to swing while listening to classic Motown hits.
While you're getting to know your baby, keep these tips in mind:
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TPWD Finalizes Hunting and Fishing Regulations for 2011-12
AUSTIN – The Texas Parks and Wildlife Commission adopted hunting and fishing regulations for 2011-12 with relatively few changes. All amendments take effect Sept. 1, 2011.
Topping the list are regulation changes impacting turkey hunting, and potential alteration of some size and bag limits in waters shared with Louisiana.
Effective for the 2012 season, the Texas Parks and Wildlife Department is closing spring turkey hunting in the following 15 East Texas counties in response to low populations and harvest numbers: Cherokee, Delta, Gregg, Hardin, Houston, Hunt, Liberty, Montgomery, Rains, Rusk, San Jacinto, Shelby, Smith, Tyler and Walker.
Closing spring turkey seasons in these counties will enable biologists to reassess Eastern turkey restoration efforts in areas having suitable habitat, restock sites and provide brood stock protection. The agency's goal is to reopen hunting once the Eastern turkey populations in the affected counties are capable of sustaining harvest.
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A cooperative effort between TPWD and the Louisiana Department of Wildlife and Fisheries to standardize fishing regulations on waters shared by the two states also received approval by the TPW Commission, pending adoption of similar changes by Louisiana in June.
Waters affected by the agreement include Toledo Bend Reservoir, Caddo Lake and the Sabine River from Toledo Bend dam downstream to the Interstate 10 bridge. The proposal would also redefine the Toledo Bend Reservoir boundary from the U.S. Highway 84 bridge upstream to where the river and the state line diverge.
The amendments are intended to maintain quality angling and make compliance and enforcement uniform in both Texas and Louisiana jurisdictions, which should reduce potential angler confusion. Specific changes to existing harvest regulations on all three water bodies are as follows:
- Blue and channel catfish — no minimum length limit and a 50-fish (in combination) daily bag, of which only five blue and/or channel catfish 20 inches or greater in length may be retained per day; for flathead catfish an increase in the daily bag limit from five fish to 10 fish.
- Black and white crappie — eliminate the10-inch minimum length limit, and on Toledo Bend only, decrease the daily bag limit from 50 to 25 and remove the winter no-release restriction.
- Bass — on the Sabine River below Toledo Bend Reservoir, current regulations would be modified to mirror harvest regulations for largemouth bass, spotted bass, striped bass, and white bass that are in effect on Toledo Bend Reservoir. On Caddo Lake, the existing daily bag limit for largemouth and spotted bass would be increased to eight, and the 14-18 inch slot length limit for largemouth bass would be modified to allow the harvest of no more than four largemouth bass 18 inches or larger. Also, the existing 10-inch minimum length limit for white bass would be removed.
Other changes to fishing regulations taking effect Sept. 1, 2011 include the following:
- Wheeler Branch Reservoir, a new 180-acre impoundment in Somervell County that will open for fishing Sept. 1, 2011 will have a 14-21 inch slot length limit for largemouth bass; an 18-inch minimum length limit for smallmouth bass; and a five-fish per day bag limit for black bass (combined) including no more than three smallmouth bass and only one largemouth bass 21 inches or greater.
- On Kirby Reservoir (Taylor County) and Lake Palestine (Cherokee, Anderson, Henderson, and Smith counties), the minimum length limit is eliminated for blue and channel catfish and a 50-fish daily bag limit, of which only five blue and/or channel catfish 20 inches or greater in length could be retained per day.
- Establish harvest regulations for largemouth and black bass on Lake Kyle in Hays County, which is set to open to the public by mid-2012, including a 14-21 inch slot length limit for largemouth bass and a five-fish daily bag limit for black bass (combined), with only one largemouth bass of 21 inches or greater.
- Alter bass regulations on Lake Alan Henry (Garza County) to implement a combination regulation of no minimum length limit for largemouth bass or spotted bass; a five-fish daily bag limit; a daily retention limit of no more than two largemouth or spotted bass less than 18 inches; and a 14-inch minimum length limit and five-fish daily bag limit for smallmouth bass.
- Clarify that only natural bait may be used when fishing for red snapper by means of a circle hook to make state rules consistent with federal rules.
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