there is nothing quite as enjoyable and memorable as waking up on a frosty winters morn, ice crystals on the edge of the brook, a sharp chill in the air, and the sun trying to warm up the woods............one gets up, shivers and curses, throws the sweater and boots on, and pumps that old coleman 2 burner stove. The scratch and hiss of a wooden match, the sulphur smell, the smoke that drifts lazily thru the woods and the hiss and whooomp of the naptha gas lighting.
Yes, the lowly strike anywhere match. A timeless classic
Yes, the lowly strike anywhere match. A timeless classic

