Sitting here admiring all those beautifully colored meerschaums got me to ruminating about my own meerschaum stash, and in particular about Jack.
Twenty years ago, at a Ducks Unlimited dinner in the fall, my wife bought Jack, a started golden Labrador retriever puppy.
By Thanksgiving, I took an A H Fox Sterlingworth and doubled on two cock pheasants south of Mitchell, South Dakota that Jack had pointed, and watched Jack retrieve both to me. Those were the first wild pheasants the pup had ever seen.
My family bought me a meerschaum pipe with a carved dog for Christmas 2002, that I naturally named Jack.
I’ve had exactly one dog worth stealing my entire life, that would load up for a stranger.
My neighbors warned us how they saw a blue van and strangers trying to get Jack to get in. I hope that Jack spent a lifetime hunting with them, because one day the sunsabeeches got him to load.
This year, I’m smoking a pound of Creme Brûlée in Jack.
Or at least that’s my New Year’s resolution.
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