Close to finishing this bowl of year 2012 St. James Flake in a straight 1968 Dunhill Tanshell octagonal paneled EK F/T billiard with a square shank and tapered black vulcanite stem.
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This morning, Sir John's Flake Virginia in an Altinok.
Morning Smoke, a Kwiki Grape Cigar, rather than a mini-cob of some kinda cherry. Will be breaking my pipe fast this evening, planning a small pipe of Bengal Slices. Not going back to breaking in for a day or two, just the occasional small or medium bowl of whatever until I'm off meds, which is only about 10 days ahead.
Monochromes until then. Tongue bite about gone. As usual when I type, I'm currently chomping on a Phillies Blunt, this time a Strawberry. Tasting okay! Promising!
A bit of eye candy today for you. Rather than a lengthy Skippable Drivel, I'll comment on each picture underneath it. Great adventure yesterday; took the day off with Mike to visit Ernie, a friend of mine who runs a Trailer Park about 15 miles north of Prince George, and decided to, rather than pick up my 2nd picnic table then, to scoot up north and visit one of our favourite fishing haunts, the Crooked River, and take a few pictures. Ernie begged off cuz he was busy, so Mike and I went due north, past Summit Lake, which is the dividing line into the Arctic Watershed, and picked up the table on the way back.
At Summit Lake, all of the outlet rivers and creeks flow north. The Crooked River is the main tributary out of the lake, and is the beginnings of a whole different type of fishing and fish species. Here's a view of the Crooked from a trestle bridge at the 100 Road, where I usually start fishing:
The Crooked is a long river, and eventually empties into the Peace system. This is real northern fishing. Lots of whitefish and some trout, the ubiquitous Squawfish, a grayling or two, and the occasional Northern Pike,but we don't usually get into those until about 25 miles north of this viewpoint, at Bear Lake, where the river widens out into several lakes including Bear, Davie, and a few whose names I can't recall off the top of my head.
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The run above was taken from a side road next to the trestle, and the whitefish take a fly readily, especially during a hatch. I usually target them with a #2 or #3 rod, and tiny midge flies, usually in the #18 or 20 range.
If a big dolly is spotted, I'll change to a #5 rod and a #10-12 nymph. Now, THAT is fun!!
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Here's Mike, just below the trestle. He does about everything the opposite of me. He smokes while he eats, clenches a pipe at task, and while an excellent photographer, uses a cellphone for the most part now. He also hangs out with the guys and yaps rather than getting down to business with a rod. I Just don't get it, and almost always go off by myself and catch 90% of the fish.
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This is the first run I usually start to fish seriously, about 100 yards below where Mike is standing in the picture above. Notice the chem trail. Yah, here too. Prince George Airport is one of only 6 airports in the world that has a runway large enough to accomodate the US Space Shuttle - apparently by design, in conjunction with the Baldy Hughes Airforce Station (now defunct, or rather has become a drop in drug rehabilitation center, for the past 25 years of wokeness.)
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The picture above is the tail end of the flats just below where Mike is standing. This is the picture that disturbed me the most. Fish were jumping ALL OVER THE PLACE. Medium size whitefish and several nice trout. Even a burbot was spotted. These species are usually in the run 100 yards farther down, with smaller fish above in the pictured run. And here they were now, at the sideroad just below the tresle. AND GUESS WHO DIDN'T HAVE HIS FLYRODS ALONG? I mean, this is like going on a picnic and taking your pipe but leaving the tobacco at home. Just dumb as a bag of hammers.
As a consequence of all this, it is very likely that a bunch of us will be doing a return engagement to the aforementioned Davie Lake, basically a 3 mile long widening of the Crooked River, at which one of our fishing/shooting/smoking crowd has a cabin which is about to be invaded. After shooting my brains out at the range tomorrow (where I haven't been since my operation 6 weeks ago) I plan on joining them for 4 or 5 days. And catching their limits cuz they'll be yapping.
If I disappear for half a week or so, you'll know why. Most of my berry picking helpers are back from their long weekend now, and they'll be delighted to continue the task for me. My little freezer is full.
To be continued . . . . . .
gord, that's a really gorgeous area, and looks perfect for fishing (and piping, of course).
I discovered a Canadian smoke shop with an online presence, called Gord's Smoke Shop (Pipe Tobacco - https://gordssmokeshop.ca/collections/pipe-tobacco). That's not you, is it??
Almost a quarter of the way through this bowl of year 2020 Mac Baren Scottish Mixture in a straight, smooth brown 1960s Lane era Charatan Special 38 bulldog with a black vulcanite saddle stem. Ice water and bergs is my drink. Getting ready to clean a few pipes.
Mario Pascucci -P Rust-2137 and RMC Shakespeare again.
Dunhill Nightcap (2013) in a Savinelli silver rusticated billiard, with an Old Fashioned.
Last of this tin of 5-Year Matured in the wormy-carved no-name "Imported Briar" billiard. The 5-year didn't grab me when first opened, but after a couple years in the jar, it really came forward as a darn good blend in it's own right. I have really enjoyed it this year!
HU Director’s Cut in a Dunhill Cumberland 4109 and an Americano 
️ on the side.
Watching the Deer
outback and waiting on the Cubs 
️ Game to start.
️ on the side.Watching the Deer
outback and waiting on the Cubs ️ Game to start.
My gosh, Gord, that is breathtakingly beautiful. Looks like something out of National Geographic....Morning Smoke, a Kwiki Grape Cigar, rather than a mini-cob of some kinda cherry. Will be breaking my pipe fast this evening, planning a small pipe of Bengal Slices. Not going back to breaking in for a day or two, just the occasional small or medium bowl of whatever until I'm off meds, which is only about 10 days ahead.
Monochromes until then. Tongue bite about gone. As usual when I type, I'm currently chomping on a Phillies Blunt, this time a Strawberry. Tasting okay! Promising!
A bit of eye candy today for you. Rather than a lengthy Skippable Drivel, I'll comment on each picture underneath it. Great adventure yesterday; took the day off with Mike to visit Ernie, a friend of mine who runs a Trailer Park about 15 miles north of Prince George, and decided to, rather than pick up my 2nd picnic table then, to scoot up north and visit one of our favourite fishing haunts, the Crooked River, and take a few pictures. Ernie begged off cuz he was busy, so Mike and I went due north, past Summit Lake, which is the dividing line into the Arctic Watershed, and picked up the table on the way back.
At Summit Lake, all of the outlet rivers and creeks flow north. The Crooked River is the main tributary out of the lake, and is the beginnings of a whole different type of fishing and fish species. Here's a view of the Crooked from a trestle bridge at the 100 Road, where I usually start fishing:
The Crooked is a long river, and eventually empties into the Peace system. This is real northern fishing. Lots of whitefish and some trout, the ubiquitous Squawfish, a grayling or two, and the occasional Northern Pike,but we don't usually get into those until about 25 miles north of this viewpoint, at Bear Lake, where the river widens out into several lakes including Bear, Davie, and a few whose names I can't recall off the top of my head.
View attachment 408622
The run above was taken from a side road next to the trestle, and the whitefish take a fly readily, especially during a hatch. I usually target them with a #2 or #3 rod, and tiny midge flies, usually in the #18 or 20 range.
If a big dolly is spotted, I'll change to a #5 rod and a #10-12 nymph. Now, THAT is fun!!
View attachment 408624
Here's Mike, just below the trestle. He does about everything the opposite of me. He smokes while he eats, clenches a pipe at task, and while an excellent photographer, uses a cellphone for the most part now. He also hangs out with the guys and yaps rather than getting down to business with a rod. I Just don't get it, and almost always go off by myself and catch 90% of the fish.
View attachment 408626
This is the first run I usually start to fish seriously, about 100 yards below where Mike is standing in the picture above. Notice the chem trail. Yah, here too. Prince George Airport is one of only 6 airports in the world that has a runway large enough to accomodate the US Space Shuttle - apparently by design, in conjunction with the Baldy Hughes Airforce Station (now defunct, or rather has become a drop in drug rehabilitation center, for the past 25 years of wokeness.)
View attachment 408633
The picture above is the tail end of the flats just below where Mike is standing. This is the picture that disturbed me the most. Fish were jumping ALL OVER THE PLACE. Medium size whitefish and several nice trout. Even a burbot was spotted. These species are usually in the run 100 yards farther down, with smaller fish above in the pictured run. And here they were now, at the sideroad just below the tresle. AND GUESS WHO DIDN'T HAVE HIS FLYRODS ALONG? I mean, this is like going on a picnic and taking your pipe but leaving the tobacco at home. Just dumb as a bag of hammers.
As a consequence of all this, it is very likely that a bunch of us will be doing a return engagement to the aforementioned Davie Lake, basically a 3 mile long widening of the Crooked River, at which one of our fishing/shooting/smoking crowd has a cabin which is about to be invaded. After shooting my brains out at the range tomorrow (where I haven't been since my operation 6 weeks ago) I plan on joining them for 4 or 5 days. And catching their limits cuz they'll be yapping.
If I disappear for half a week or so, you'll know why. Most of my berry picking helpers are back from their long weekend now, and they'll be delighted to continue the task for me. My little freezer is full.
To be continued . . . . . .
Wessex Gold Brick in my Celius Root Pawn.
Half way through this bowl of year 2012 Anniversary Kake in a smooth burgundy medium bend 1979 Chippendale (Charatan second) Rhodesian 49 with a black vulcanite saddle stem. Smokes as well as a first and worth the $19.95 I paid for it all those years ago. Watching the Braves-Brewers game with Sleepy Suzy by my side. Molly Danger is with m'lady.
Drove all the way to Nashville this morning to get some fencing parts that I could not get here. Home Depot's website said they had over a thousand. I get there and find out that they have 1,000 "available to them for special order." Not on site. So, I ordered what I need and will get it next week, but it was frustrating. Came home and did some bush hogging.
Smoking Low Country Pee Dee in my one and only Vauen pipe. Sparkling water to drink.
Smoking Low Country Pee Dee in my one and only Vauen pipe. Sparkling water to drink.
Let me second that vote..........
Tom Howard smooth with some Granger. Finally yanked the stupid gurgling stinger out of it, I'm happy 
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