Sure smells sweet

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All that is missing is the enameled coffee pot and some bratwurst on a long fork!

Ivan

The smell of a campfire of Pinon wood is one of the best memories I have of hunting Mule Deer in Northern Nevada. My Dad had a Model T axle with a sharpen end that had a couple of bands welded on as bearing surfaces for a grill and a hook for the coffee pot. The axle was driven in the ground at the edge of the fire pit and the pivoting grill used for pots and/or frying pans and the pivoting hook for the coffee pot or heating water. Worked like a charm.

Never had a pinon fire, but we burned a lot of mesquite out in the desert. We'd be out looking for arrowheads, and when the shadows got long in the mountains we'd find some clean sand with some mesquite nearby. We'd dig a square hole, fill it with mesquite and burn it down to coals. Put a grill on it, and a few steaks on the grill. Some potatoes in aluminum wrapper on the coals. and cowboy coffee on the grill. That's real living. And when it got dark, and the coyotes began to sing, we'd break out the rum bottle and bay at the moon. Happy days, now long gone. My old Ruger Security Six felt real comfortable in its holster on my belt.

Southern Yellow Pine burns good. Of course if you find a fat lighter stump you are really in business.

Seriously. The smell of smoke in a camp is an absolute necessity. Especially when you get up in the morning. One day they'll outlaw campfires and we'll have to spray the smoke smell out of a can.

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Not for cooking but for quick and hot it's hard to beat pine.
Now meat cooked over coals of live oak? Oh boy...

Nothing beats the aroma of a pinon fire in our courtyard fireplace each fall evening. A nice red wine and some dark chocolate and we are set for the moon to rise over the Organ Mountains.... and scare the heck out of the UPS driver delivering the latest load of ammunition or cleaning supplies!

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"The dude abides".

I bought this little stash of piñon at a hardware store, since I'm a thousand miles from a piñon pine. But like Cyrano And Big Cholla, it has strong memories in the aroma.
Another fire I like is driftwood, salt soaked tree branch and bits of timber I pick up on the beach. Has I real nice aroma too. One smoke makes me think of hunting, the other fishing.
Mesquite, and buddy, I'm cooking steaks on those coals!
Now that, or bacon and eggs and coffee is what's in the air this morning
I can hear Reveille right now from the Coaast Guard station.

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