I used to enjoy being the cook when we hunted the Rocky Mountains. All of my stuff was cast iron from Lodge. OK, the coffee pot was something else. My biggest problem was the altitude and trying to keep an even heat for my Dutch ovens. While others set up tents and worked with the horses, I was burying my ovens and hunting for wood.
No nostalgia intended. The Cook has to get his butt out of bed earlier than anyone else. Dang, it can get cold up on top.
It's not about the fish. It's about the pond. Take care of the pond and the fish will be fine. PB subscriber since before it was in color.
Without a sense of urgency, Nothing ever gets done.
Boy, if I say "sic em", you'd better look for something to bite. Sam Shelley Rancher and Farmer Muleshoe Texas 1892-1985 RIP Grandpa
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