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What ?!!!
Do you guys not even know about Road Kill ?
Well, whatever boils your pot !
Do you guys not even know about Road Kill ?
Well, whatever boils your pot !
Some of you eat better on hunts then I do at home.
I'm hoping this is in a separate tent?Yes, at times "camp" food can be many different things, as evidenced from this thread.
No one has to know that your "roughing it" except your wife. Unless she's with you and at that point a single sleeping bag can be better than $8000 bed too.
Soak up the dribble on your chin?Ten of us leased a ranch north of Uvalde, Texas, in the way-back-when. One of the guys volunteered to get the supplies for opening weekend.
We all gathered at the lease and he told us we had seventeen cases of beer and a loaf of bread.
Obvious question: What to do with all that bread?
That reminds me of the story about our local mechanic from back in the day of points, plugs, and carburation. ......Ten of us leased a ranch north of Uvalde, Texas, in the way-back-when. One of the guys volunteered to get the supplies for opening weekend.
We all gathered at the lease and he told us we had seventeen cases of beer and a loaf of bread.
Obvious question: What to do with all that bread?
Saltines damn auto correctThat reminds me of the story about our local mechanic from back in the day of points, plugs, and carburation. ......
He had spent his Saturday working in his shop while his wife was out shopping. During the course of the day, he managed to drink a case of beer and eat a sleeve of saltiness. He complained that those saltiness made him "sicker'n hell.
Camp food seems to have shifted to drinking story's . Thats why I love this place.1That reminds me of the story about our local mechanic from back in the day of points, plugs, and carburation. ......
He had spent his Saturday working in his shop while his wife was out shopping. During the course of the day, he managed to drink a case of beer and eat a sleeve of saltiness. He complained that those saltiness made him "sicker'n hell.
We all gathered at the lease and he told us we had seventeen cases of beer and a loaf of bread.
Obvious question: What to do with all that bread?
Anybody do the "vertical rotisserie"? Guys standing around a campfire on a cold night, telling yarns, and slowly rotating around so that one side is always warm, but turning fast enough so the off side doesn't get too cold.
Forget it. You will always be associated with 17 cases of beer. And 1 loaf bread.Our bunch had two guys who enjoyed doing the camp cooking. We had a 10' long fire pit with a 1" bar running its length. S-hooks to hold a coffee pot, dutch ovens, etc. A two-place wood stove inside the camp house. Food from a modern fancy kitchen couldn't taste any better.
Chili'n'beans, backstrap, bacon'n'eggs, great coffee, cornbread...
But the best memories are of the sitting/standing around the fire, swapping yarns of gone-by hunts and all the micro-adventures folks have. Lotsa grins.
All but one other guy are gone, now, but the memories remain.
Anybody do the "vertical rotisserie"? Guys standing around a campfire on a cold night, telling yarns, and slowly rotating around so that one side is always warm, but turning fast enough so the off side doesn't get too cold. Funny to watch.