Not only was there no fire danger, we had to work at getting our little warming fire going.
In the pine forests of the west you can always find tinder in the form of pine pitch which flows from certain trees, solidifies and can be broken off in chunks.
I knew the mid day break was coming when I saw Robin collecting pitch and wrapping it in his bandana.
Once small branches and pine cones are collected it is a simple matter to put a match to the pitch and watch it flame. The more the wind blows the hotter is blazes.
Soon we had a toasty fire going and Robin was preparing his favorite noon time mountain snack... Kipper tea.
We were in the middle of contemplating the fire when our reverie was interupted by the inquisitive yipping of a coyote very near by.
Curtis and I were reaching for our bows even as Robin hissed to get ready and drug his battered varmint call from a handy pocket.
There was something about the call of the song dog that told me he knew what we were and where we were... we hadn't been trying to be very quiet.
Even though Robin played his most seductive notes on his call the coyote refused to play.
Soon we were back to studying the fire and planning for the afternoons hunt.
I'll bet you're asking yourself, "what the heck is Kipper Tea?"
Let me tell you it is one disgusting snack. Here's the recipe... take one can of Kippered fish snacks. Eat the contents of can. Now add water to half fill the tin. Heat over fire, stirring to loosen any bits of fish that may have been missed. Drink just like it's good or sumthin. :eek:
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