Smoking some KBV “White Peach Tea” in a Peterson Sports 9. P.S. This tobacco doesn’t have “peach” or “tea” taste or aroma. It does have “claws” and “teeth” like a Wolverine, and burns hotter than a two dollar pistol. *blech*
Yesterday, June 14th four of us went to Jackson, MS for The Country Squire's Father's Day event. We even stayed to participate in their slow smoke competition. Unfortunately, I fell short of winning by less than two minutes. I did receive a nice pipe cabinet with room for 18 pipes though. The view of the competition from where I was sitting. This was about half of the pipe smokers at the event,
Me, Jon David Cole, owner of The Country Squire, and the pipe cabinet I was awarded for second place. The winner, a younger man named Caleb, won a $700 Ser Jacopo pipe.
(from the left: Mike Carter (big guy with white ball cap & black shirt), Steve Williams, me, Jon David Cole and Chris Rigol.)
I can’t top @PappyJoe’s outing…wow, look at all those pipers🙂 Today I’m out on my patio smoking some of my blend I whipped up a week or so ago in my “Cholula” mini churchwarden. I have a hot mug of percolated joe to pair. Man I love my Ember mug😉. I did have a little visitor snacking on some lawn?, laying in the shade. Baby bunnies are so cute, I just want to grab him/her up and pet it. The little bunny is about center shot in the second pic.🙂
@RockyMountainBriar I grabbed a bunny once as a little kid... About bit my middle finger tip off! After that, I figured they wanted to be left alone, so that's what I do...
When I was around 18-20, my brothers and some friends and I went rappelling off of the rims below the radio towers just south of the Yellowstone river here in Billings, near “Sacrifice Cliff” (you can Google the history/legend of “Sacrifice Cliff if you care too🙂). Well, I actually climbed down the cliff on old…and I mean old rusty disintegrated steel “ladders”, maybe installed on the cliff by the US Calvary/Army. Some were solid steel pipe ladders bolted to the sandstone, some were steel cable and metal bar “rope ladders”. I’ve heard that access to the ladders was closed, and the ladders may have been removed years ago. I guess they were too dangerous for people these days🤔. Oh, btw, the cliff is around 80’ tall if I recall correctly. The rims north of town near the airport are 50’-60’, which I did rappel down….once. Anyway…when I got to the bottom between the cliff and the river, somehow I managed to catch a little cottontail. I was surprised he/she didn’t bite or kick but stayed very calm. I ended up letting the little bugger go on its merry way. …..Then I had to climb back up to the top……
Had a little thunderstorm so I’m in the shop. I’ve been making a couple of control key extensions for my SVEA 123/R stoves when they are inside the SIGG Tourist windscreen/pot support. The factory valve key feels a bit short, it gets warm under there😉. I also quickly cut a piece out of a stainless grilling mat, normally used for veggies/fish/etc., to use to support my little percolator. It’s not pretty, but it worked fine. With my hot cuppa java, I’m enjoying a bowl of C&D “Espresso” in my little Pete Jr..
Brothers; My primary experience with camping in the early 80's was a bike ride across Iowa with my son. RAGBRAI, seven days of heat and/or rain and cold showers in schools at night then collapsing/sleeping in a tent. Average milage per day 80-100. It wasn't the dumbest thing I ever did, but it ranks in the top five.
@opipeman It sounds like you and @PappyJoe need to start biking towards each other and meet somewhere in the middle for a few nights of biking, camping camaraderie😬 I’ve never biked more that 10-20 miles at once…that’s crazy😬 Kudos to both of you.👍🏻
@RockyMountainBriar; I'm afraid my biking days may be over. Left knee replacement in March. Right knee hurts just as bad. I hope I'll be able to ride again someday, but at 81 I may be beyond the possibility.
I’m loading up my Brigham Klondike 19 with some G.L. Pease “Jack Knife plug” from 2022 and I am headed outside to the patio. It’s been kinda warm, it’s about 92 now…..but it’s a dry heat😬
It’s very nice evening fellas. I don’t think it is as hot as 92F. It’s very pleasant.👍🏻. Now, if only there were some friendly pipers to share this beautiful Montana evening with.
I don’t know what it is about this Brigham Klondike, maybe the thick clear finish, but it always smokes hotter than a two-peckered billy goat.😖 One of these days I’m going to break down and remove this heavy finish and give it a nice carnauba wax coating and polish. I keep thinking it will straighten up and fly right, but so far…nope.
Enjoying some Cest La Vie Creme Caramel in a newly refurbed Gepeto (which is now a noname since I had to cut the damaged shank with most of the stamping). But, at least it's been brought back to life...
I got back a little late yesterday after an afternoon fishing with my youngest brother. He makes terrible bait *ba-dum-dump*🙂. Ok, just kidding about using him as bait. That’s him in the last pic drowning worms. We had a few bites, but the only fish we caught, ok I caught, was a little shiner. I thought about using it for “cut-bait” to entice a big catfish, but I returned it to the Yellowstone no real worse for wear. We were changing locations a few times and I needed a pipe cap, also, I forgot a tamper. A whittled piece of a tree branch for a cap and a tamper shaped twig worked fine in my MM Country Gent stuffed with some C&D “Espresso”. I must have been channeling Huck Finn🙂. The first three pictures are taken on the Yellowstone near where the riverboat “Josephine” tied to a tree, now “Riverfront Park” with “Josephine Lake”, actually more of a pond.
From Wiki.
[The Josephine was commandeered for exploratory missions in the Montana Territory. A notable journey was the Yellowstone Expedition of 1875. The purposes of the expedition was to test the viability of steamboat travel for supplying military units in the area and mark strategic points for future military forts. After departing from Bismarck, North Dakota on May 23rd, the official expedition began at the confluence of the Yellowstone and Missouri Rivers. From the mouth of the Yellowstone River the Josephine traveled 250 miles. On June 7th, the Josephine docked at its furthest feasible point near present-day Riverfront Park. The expedition was a success. Steamship travel up the Yellowstone River was practical and several sites were marked to create a strong military presence in the region.
After the Yellowstone Expedition, the Josephine braved roughly 50 more trips on Montana rivers. Her voyages were primarily for the Coulson Packet Company, but also served the military in conflicts with the Sioux by transporting supplies to troops. In 1907, the final journey ended when the steamer struck ice and sank.]
The third picture is the original hill for “The Great American Hill Climb”. It is the oldest and longest running motorcycle hill climb in the United States, first run in 1918. The “new” hill is a little farther downstream and much, much taller and steeper.
I drove my 1953 Willy’s CJ-3B and later, my 1975 Jeep CJ-5 up the original hill years ago. They have since (around 1990) closed the trail to anything except 2-wheel cycles. Just so you know, those aren’t sagebrush down by the river, those are big ol’ cottonwoods.
The last two pics are from the south bank, west of the “south bridge” about 1/4-1/2 mile upstream and on the opposite bank from the first pics.
My 61’s birthday was yesterday. I was tired as heck after work and I had a dang headache. No friends, no life, I went to bed so early it is embarrassing. My worst birthday ever. Although, I was up earlier today than any other, remotely recent, Saturday…so that’s a plus. One more day above ground. This evening I’m trying out my new-to-me Coleman Peak 1 Model #400A stove. I have some fresh ground Ethiopian light roast brewed in my GSI Outdoors mini moka brewer. I boiled some water beforehand in my little percolator pot and made an “Americano”. I’m smoking some MacBaren’s “Royal Twist Deluxe Roll Cake” from 2021 in my Peterson Iora #53 Lovat. P.S. My folding metal pipe rest works really well as a trivet.👍🏻
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P.S. This tobacco doesn’t have “peach” or “tea” taste or aroma. It does have “claws” and “teeth” like a Wolverine, and burns hotter than a two dollar pistol. *blech*
The view of the competition from where I was sitting. This was about half of the pipe smokers at the event,
Me, Jon David Cole, owner of The Country Squire, and the pipe cabinet I was awarded for second place.
The winner, a younger man named Caleb, won a $700 Ser Jacopo pipe.
(from the left: Mike Carter (big guy with white ball cap & black shirt), Steve Williams, me, Jon David Cole and Chris Rigol.)
Ain't no shame in second place. Nice prize.
Today I’m out on my patio smoking some of my blend I whipped up a week or so ago in my “Cholula” mini churchwarden. I have a hot mug of percolated joe to pair. Man I love my Ember mug😉.
I did have a little visitor snacking on some lawn?, laying in the shade. Baby bunnies are so cute, I just want to grab him/her up and pet it. The little bunny is about center shot in the second pic.🙂
I grabbed a bunny once as a little kid...
About bit my middle finger tip off!
After that, I figured they wanted to be left alone, so that's what I do...
Anyway…when I got to the bottom between the cliff and the river, somehow I managed to catch a little cottontail. I was surprised he/she didn’t bite or kick but stayed very calm. I ended up letting the little bugger go on its merry way. …..Then I had to climb back up to the top……
I never went camping with my dad, he just sat home drank beer and smoked cigarettes.
My primary experience with camping in the early 80's was a bike ride across Iowa with my son. RAGBRAI, seven days of heat and/or rain and cold showers in schools at night then collapsing/sleeping in a tent. Average milage per day 80-100. It wasn't the dumbest thing I ever did, but it ranks in the top five.
It sounds like you and @PappyJoe need to start biking towards each other and meet somewhere in the middle for a few nights of biking, camping camaraderie😬
I’ve never biked more that 10-20 miles at once…that’s crazy😬
Kudos to both of you.👍🏻
I'm afraid my biking days may be over. Left knee replacement in March. Right knee hurts just as bad. I hope I'll be able to ride again someday, but at 81 I may be beyond the possibility.
But, at least it's been brought back to life...
We were changing locations a few times and I needed a pipe cap, also, I forgot a tamper. A whittled piece of a tree branch for a cap and a tamper shaped twig worked fine in my MM Country Gent stuffed with some C&D “Espresso”. I must have been channeling Huck Finn🙂. The first three pictures are taken on the Yellowstone near where the riverboat “Josephine” tied to a tree, now “Riverfront Park” with “Josephine Lake”, actually more of a pond.
From Wiki.
[The Josephine was commandeered for exploratory missions in the Montana Territory. A notable journey was the Yellowstone Expedition of 1875. The purposes of the expedition was to test the viability of steamboat travel for supplying military units in the area and mark strategic points for future military forts. After departing from Bismarck, North Dakota on May 23rd, the official expedition began at the confluence of the Yellowstone and Missouri Rivers. From the mouth of the Yellowstone River the Josephine traveled 250 miles. On June 7th, the Josephine docked at its furthest feasible point near present-day Riverfront Park. The expedition was a success. Steamship travel up the Yellowstone River was practical and several sites were marked to create a strong military presence in the region.
After the Yellowstone Expedition, the Josephine braved roughly 50 more trips on Montana rivers. Her voyages were primarily for the Coulson Packet Company, but also served the military in conflicts with the Sioux by transporting supplies to troops. In 1907, the final journey ended when the steamer struck ice and sank.]
The third picture is the original hill for “The Great American Hill Climb”. It is the oldest and longest running motorcycle hill climb in the United States, first run in 1918. The “new” hill is a little farther downstream and much, much taller and steeper.
I drove my 1953 Willy’s CJ-3B and later, my 1975 Jeep CJ-5 up the original hill years ago. They have since (around 1990) closed the trail to anything except 2-wheel cycles. Just so you know, those aren’t sagebrush down by the river, those are big ol’ cottonwoods.
The last two pics are from the south bank, west of the “south bridge” about 1/4-1/2 mile upstream and on the opposite bank from the first pics.
This evening I’m trying out my new-to-me Coleman Peak 1 Model #400A stove. I have some fresh ground Ethiopian light roast brewed in my GSI Outdoors mini moka brewer. I boiled some water beforehand in my little percolator pot and made an “Americano”.
I’m smoking some MacBaren’s “Royal Twist Deluxe Roll Cake” from 2021 in my Peterson Iora #53 Lovat.
P.S. My folding metal pipe rest works really well as a trivet.👍🏻
Happy Birthday Brother.