“It took A.K. to teach me how to make real camp coffee: bring one pot of lake or river water to a rolling boil, add two palmfuls of generic coffee, and remove the pot to the edge of the coals. If it’s the breakfast pot, throw in the eggshells. When it’s done (five to ten minutes), add a splash of cold water to settle the grounds.
Like whiskey, it should be drunk from a tin cup.“ – John Gierach, Camp Coffee
Re-read this essay last night… looking forward to summer time and hopefully some smoky camp coffee.
45 years later…
February 2, 1968
In the dark of the moon, in flying snow, in the dead of winter,
war spreading, families dying, the world in danger,
I walk the rocky hillside, sowing clover.
-Wendell Berry
Filed under: Angling | Tags: Christian Horgen, fiberglass, fly fishing, fly rod, Sweedish
I recently came across these fine creations on a daily read of mine and they were just to beautiful not to repost here at WildWood. Christian Horgen, a Sweedish architect and father, builds custom fiberglass fly rods. Each one is a unique creation inspired by classic American fly rod designs. There many more examples of his work on his website and blog, here are just a few tasty examples. Oh what I wouldn’t do for one of these rods!
Filed under: Outdoors | Tags: beginning of the world, December 21st, winter solstice
Happy Solstice folks. Get outside, get weird.
Filed under: Listen | Tags: Appalachia, Daniel Bachman, drone, fingerpicking, guitar, Jack Rose, John Fahey, Thompson Square, virginia
In the spirit of John Fahey and carrying the recently dimmed torch of Jack Rose comes Daniel Bachman, an acoustic guitar player from the from our home state (the great commonwealth of Virginia). Bachman plays a style of fingerpicking – drone that weaves together deep mountain melodies and complex rhythms that can honestly be called “Pyschedelic Appalachia.” Perfect for a fall afternoon, his most recent album “Seven Pines” just came out on Thompson Square Label.
Filed under: Angling, Fly Fishing | Tags: autumn, brook trout, brookies, fall, fly fishing, Rapidan River, virginia
Got out this past weekend to do a little early autumn brook trout fishing. Nice weather however not yet cool enough that one doesn’t work up a sweat trekking around in waders. But that’s OK I just moved a little bit slower up through the stream and over the rocks. There wasn’t much of any hatch on the water or a whole lot of activity in general, most of the brookies were more concerned with getting their gravel beds ready for spawning. A few fish were willing to bite and entertain me, and I want to thank them for their kindness because otherwise I would have been standing in that stream waving a stick simply for the pleasing view.
