The aroma fish. Would not tell her that , you will never get laid...
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The aroma fish. Would not tell her that , you will never get laid...
If you're out fishing you'd never know the difference..
If you smell fish your dream could actually be the creepy start to a nightmare.
The smell of fish will never be in my pipe heaven. Only the sweet fragrance of Condor.
smoking while running into exhibitionist ladies, especially if they're talented. true story by the way. what blend doesn't matter. Heck Captain Black grape would be fine then.
On the porch of the lodge I ran in the U.P, at 6am, with a huge cup of percolator coffee and a bowlful of Chelsea Morning, watching the mist rise off the lake and listening to silence.
Or, maybe, on the break wall at sunrise, casting spoons for steelhead on an October morning, with some hot tea and a bowlful of something dark fired.
Or, in a cabin on a cold, rainy autumn evening, next to the fireplace, with a glass of scotch and my hound dog.
Or, maybe, on the break wall at sunrise, casting spoons for steelhead on an October morning, with some hot tea and a bowlful of something dark fired.
Or, in a cabin on a cold, rainy autumn evening, next to the fireplace, with a glass of scotch and my hound dog.
Never grouse hunted but I would love to one day.
This was a more vacation/college education camp. Really unique place that I was lucky enough to run for two seasons. Greatest job on Earth, surrounded by the greatest freshwater fishing on Earth!
No, back home in Ohio now. I will, one day, live there. It’s where my soul belongs.
You won’t find any grouse there anymore unfortunately. Nobody can really figure out why.
Seems like many agree that Autumn is idea pipe weather. Something about pipe smoke and a cool misting rain, the plumes at times sort of hang there almost on a horizontal plane. No wonder England and Ireland are so closely associated with the mystique of pipe smoking and not more Mediterranean or Tropical climates.
My peterson 106 Christmas pipe stuffed with best brown no. 2 , watching the sun go down from the front porch while my 2 young daughters play in in the front yard , laughing and giggling without a care in the world , happy days .
I love the way it says steak dinner. No other choices. That’s what men do, they smoke pipes and cigars and eat steak. None of this vegan shit.
