Sitting by the fire with an old coffeepot.

I hope nobody minds a little nip of bourbon or brandy while we sit, relax and unwind...

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Ouuch, ok, ok fine, stop twisting my arm, pass the bottle and give me a lil nip.. :p :D ;)
 
and to yours my brother.
 
shaldag,
Ive been reading this forum on and off for years and more seldom other places on the general forums. I can talk english rather good and reed fair enough but writing has been hard and still takes some time. Around christmas there were some giveaways here that involved knifes I was interested in, patterns I reed about here but never seen in real life and brands like case that are almost unknown in Sweden, The givers rightfully wanted the participants to contribute to the forum. And just reading is no real participation, so I desided to write when interesting things came up for me to write about, and I also decided that 90% english was ok. Im a forigner to english and why try to hide it. I always liked the storys of jackknife and he has triggered my desire to talk a little about my environment and my memories. After that I wrote a little about my first knife and found out I liked to write and your answers on my writing. As I,m a father of two sons, building a house for the family and try to visit nature as much as possible, I will not ever be a great contributor but I will try to get regular.

Bosse

Aside from the fact that your English is quite good, your stories are very interesting. Like others here, I like the images of Scandinavian life "in the wild"--(so to speak). I look forward to reading many others.
 
Aside from the fact that your English is quite good, your stories are very interesting.

Affirmative!

Your english is a LOT better than a great many people i know who write in it and its their first and only language..

Now I want to go sit by the fire with my favorite tea blend... and watch the night roll in. (coffee ain't for me). :thumbup:
 
I spent many a morning brewing coffee over the campfire. Nothing tasted better on a cold Adirondack morning. Thanks for reminding me.

Me too.
In the Adirondacks, Green Mountains the Whites, Scotland, England and Wales.
I used an old red tin enamelled mug, that I held to warm my hands.

But I was carrying a gasoline stove for long distance backpacking.
 
Great stuff, it made me think of the opening lines of one of my favorite songs.

"Midnight the moons up, hands around his tin cup, the frost settles in on the sage"

Riding For A Fall by Chris LeDoux R.I.P. way to soon......
 
I too hope you are a regular contributor here. I may have to go dig out my old coffee pot.
 
I think that everything tastes better cooked over a campfire. The last time my girlfriend and I went camping, we cooked some steaks and made a couple of omelets over the fire, and they were some of the best we've had. It's the same with the coffee too. Maybe it's a dash of "folksy" that makes things taste better..
 
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