tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4145603139776141256.post1600370008675759607..comments2023-08-27T21:32:52.742-07:00Comments on Outside The Interzone: My Least Favorite WeatherLockwoodhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05960762797349483760noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4145603139776141256.post-7759547752189393152011-01-01T13:53:46.577-08:002011-01-01T13:53:46.577-08:00I must agree. Many years ago, I was deer hunting ...I must agree. Many years ago, I was deer hunting in north Florida in just such weather. By mid- afternoon I was ready to die - low 30's and foggy since the night before - I had been on stand since daylight and hadn't seen anyone or any deer or heard the dogs running and was shivering. My grandfather walked up out of the fog with his nose dripping and said we might as well head back to camp. On the way we crossed a forest service timber bridge across a very small creek and grandpa noticed a quart sized tin can at the edge of the water. He had me get the can and rinse it out in the tannin-dark water. He built a small fire and from the recess of a coat pocket came a wax paper-wrapped package of coffee which he proceeded to boil in that tin can near full of creek water.<br />We took turns sipping from that can - the most wonderful smelling and tasting coffee - it was wonderful. I remember that coffee every single foggy winter day since.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com