I know what you are thinking, what the hell is Duff Piracy? The term has not actually been defined yet but keep checking back for more insight.
After a couple years of constant quoting of a man the Nimbus crew came across in the Timerline parking lot of Mt. Hood, Wiegand decided that his legacy needs to live on and be shared with the everyone. When I sat down to think of this man and how to approach his unveiling to the world, all I could think about was the Intro to the Big Lebowski. It fits him almost to the T. I reworded a couple phrases and words but other then that this here is the story of The One and Only, Duff Pirate.
Way out west there was this fellow I want to tell you about, a fellow by the name of…(name disclosed for personal privacy) Joe Schmoe. At least that was the handle his loving parents gave him, but he never had much use for it himself. This Schmoe he called himself The Duff Pirate. Now, Duff Pirate, that’s a name no one would self apply where I come from. But there’s a whole lot about The Duff Pirate that doesn’t make a whole lot of sense to me, and a lot about where he lives likewise. Now this here story I’m about to unfold took place in the late two thousands right around the time Hunting Yeti was being filmed with Pollard and the Nimbus crew. I only mention him because sometimes there’s a man, I won’t say a hero, because what’s a hero? but sometimes there’s a man and I’m talking about The Duff Pirate here. Sometimes there’s a man, well, he’s the man for his time and place, he fit’s right in there and that’s The Duff Pirate, from Mt. Hood, Oregon. And even if he’s a crazy man and The Duff Pirate is most certainly that and possibly the craziest in Clackamas County, which would place him in the runnings for craziest worldwide. But sometimes there’s a man, sometimes there’s a man, arghh, I lost my train of thought here, but…ahhh hell, I’ve done introduced him enough. Check out the Duff Pirate in all his glory here. 
