Please don't laugh! My grandpa passed away in 1968 when I was 16.
He taught me to fish and shoot a rifle. We spent many hours roaming the plains in southeast Wyoming. He bought me my first cowboy hat and every year took me to the Cheyenne Frontier Days. He was a vendor so I got to hang out with the cowboys when he ran his booth. I loved that man!
He always had a pipe clenched in his mouth. Well, this is it. I've had it for years and it hadn't been smoked since he passed.
I tried to figure out what to do with it and this is how it turned out. Reamed and cleaned, but I don't have the skills to rebuild the stem so I cut it off and shaped the remaining stem into a nose warmer. Yep, I smoke it and when I do I've got fond memories of a great time in my life!



He taught me to fish and shoot a rifle. We spent many hours roaming the plains in southeast Wyoming. He bought me my first cowboy hat and every year took me to the Cheyenne Frontier Days. He was a vendor so I got to hang out with the cowboys when he ran his booth. I loved that man!
He always had a pipe clenched in his mouth. Well, this is it. I've had it for years and it hadn't been smoked since he passed.
I tried to figure out what to do with it and this is how it turned out. Reamed and cleaned, but I don't have the skills to rebuild the stem so I cut it off and shaped the remaining stem into a nose warmer. Yep, I smoke it and when I do I've got fond memories of a great time in my life!







