]]> morning and his current drip maker just doesn't cut it. Anybody still use these? Any difference between stovetop vs electric? My dad has found more than a couple at garage sales or thrift shops. It couldn't hurt to look in the paper and call ahead of time so you don't waste your time driving around. __________________Greed for lack of a better word is good. Greed is right. Greed works. Greed clarifies cuts through and captures the essence of the evolutionary spirit. I wouldn't think there'd be any difference in flavor between electric and stovetop since they both do the same thing. Electric would be easier since they're kind of set-and-forget. If you put a perc on the stove and then hop in the shower and forget about it it'll just keep perking into tar.. or worse. If he decides to go stove top I'd just recommend that he get one that's either stainless or ceramic coated steel. There were a lot of aluminum stovetop percolaters out there and there's concern about aluminum contributing to Alzhiemer's. Just about every electric model I've seen has been stainless steel. Farberware makes an excellent electric percolator they have a 2-4 cup and a larger one. Perks the coffee and then goes into warm mode. They run in the forty dollar range. I've been using one (2-4 cup) at the office for at least a decade. Old school baby old school. Percolators make great coffee! My parents swear by theirs and I have to agree. I'd second Cliff's suggestion of garage sales or thrift shops. Ebay might also be a good way to find one. Parts can be iffy as my Dad tossed out the stem pump to his glass percolator by accident and could not find a replacement anywhere so he purchased a stainless steel one. "By the cigars they smoke and the composers they love ye shall know the texture of men's souls." i have my dad's old stainless campfire pot! forgot all about it!! man does that bring on the memories!!! I used my old stainless campfire percolator coffee pot this past weekend on a Jeep trip.:) I used my old stainless campfire percolator coffee pot this past weekend on a Jeep trip.:) One of the guys on the camping trip this weekend brought a perc and that made some gawd-awful coffee. Sure was glad I brought my MSR single cup filter. I think my next coffee maker will be a Moka pot. Now that's some strong coffee. i have my dad's old stainless campfire pot! forgot all about it!! man does that bring on the memories!!! I agree. My parents used one camping when i was a kid. One thing that stick out in my mind. Thanks for the flash back. Powered by vBulletin® Version 3.7.0Copyright ©2000 - 2008. Jelsoft Enterprises Ltd.

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http://www.botl.org/community/forums/showthread.php?t=15608 ]]> ]]> morning and his current drip maker just doesn't cut it. Anybody still use these? Any difference between stovetop vs electric? My dad has found more than a couple at garage sales or thrift shops. It couldn't hurt to look in the paper and call ahead of time so you don't waste your time driving around. __________________Greed for lack of a better word is good. Greed is right. Greed works. Greed clarifies cuts through and captures the essence of the evolutionary spirit. I wouldn't think there'd be any difference in flavor between electric and stovetop since they both do the same thing. Electric would be easier since they're kind of set-and-forget. If you put a perc on the stove and then hop in the shower and forget about it it'll just keep perking into tar.. or worse. If he decides to go stove top I'd just recommend that he get one that's either stainless or ceramic coated steel. There were a lot of aluminum stovetop percolaters out there and there's concern about aluminum contributing to Alzhiemer's. Just about every electric model I've seen has been stainless steel. Farberware makes an excellent electric percolator they have a 2-4 cup and a larger one. Perks the coffee and then goes into warm mode. They run in the forty dollar range. I've been using one (2-4 cup) at the office for at least a decade. Old school baby old school. Percolators make great coffee! My parents swear by theirs and I have to agree. I'd second Cliff's suggestion of garage sales or thrift shops. Ebay might also be a good way to find one. Parts can be iffy as my Dad tossed out the stem pump to his glass percolator by accident and could not find a replacement anywhere so he purchased a stainless steel one. "By the cigars they smoke and the composers they love ye shall know the texture of men's souls." i have my dad's old stainless campfire pot! forgot all about it!! man does that bring on the memories!!! I used my old stainless campfire percolator coffee pot this past weekend on a Jeep trip.:) I used my old stainless campfire percolator coffee pot this past weekend on a Jeep trip.:) One of the guys on the camping trip this weekend brought a perc and that made some gawd-awful coffee. Sure was glad I brought my MSR single cup filter. I think my next coffee maker will be a Moka pot. Now that's some strong coffee. i have my dad's old stainless campfire pot! forgot all about it!! man does that bring on the memories!!! I agree. My parents used one camping when i was a kid. One thing that stick out in my mind. Thanks for the flash back. Powered by vBulletin® Version 3.7.0Copyright ©2000 - 2008. Jelsoft Enterprises Ltd.

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http://www.botl.org/community/forums/showthread.php?t=15608 ]]> ]]> during the move to Palm Springs. He enjoys a good strong cup of coffee in the morning and his current drip maker just doesn't cut it. Anybody still use these? Any difference between stovetop vs electric? My dad has found more than a couple at garage sales or thrift shops. It couldn't hurt to look in the paper and call ahead of time so you don't waste your time driving around. __________________Greed for lack of a better word is good. Greed is right. Greed works. Greed clarifies cuts through and captures the essence of the evolutionary spirit. I wouldn't think there'd be any difference in flavor between electric and stovetop since they both do the same thing. Electric would be easier since they're kind of set-and-forget. If you put a perc on the stove and then hop in the shower and forget about it it'll just keep perking into tar.. or worse. If he decides to go stove top I'd just recommend that he get one that's either stainless or ceramic coated steel. There were a lot of aluminum stovetop percolaters out there and there's concern about aluminum contributing to Alzhiemer's. Just about every electric model I've seen has been stainless steel. Farberware makes an excellent electric percolator they have a 2-4 cup and a larger one. Perks the coffee and then goes into warm mode. They run in the forty dollar range. I've been using one (2-4 cup) at the office for at least a decade. Old school baby old school. Percolators make great coffee! My parents swear by theirs and I have to agree. I'd second Cliff's suggestion of garage sales or thrift shops. Ebay might also be a good way to find one. Parts can be iffy as my Dad tossed out the stem pump to his glass percolator by accident and could not find a replacement anywhere so he purchased a stainless steel one. "By the cigars they smoke and the composers they love ye shall know the texture of men's souls." i have my dad's old stainless campfire pot! forgot all about it!! man does that bring on the memories!!! I used my old stainless campfire percolator coffee pot this past weekend on a Jeep trip.:) I used my old stainless campfire percolator coffee pot this past weekend on a Jeep trip.:) One of the guys on the camping trip this weekend brought a perc and that made some gawd-awful coffee. Sure was glad I brought my MSR single cup filter. I think my next coffee maker will be a Moka pot. Now that's some strong coffee. i have my dad's old stainless campfire pot! forgot all about it!! man does that bring on the memories!!! I agree. My parents used one camping when i was a kid. One thing that stick out in my mind. Thanks for the flash back. Powered by vBulletin® Version 3.7.0Copyright ©2000 - 2008. Jelsoft Enterprises Ltd.

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There was a trout be adrift buried behind that hill and under the cover of those trees and it was all mine. The first sight of the be adrift always brings the excite of be adrift conceive of anticipation and the most beautiful fact of all that means that I can take the dang approve pack off in just a little while and that first moment of release out of the straps of the backpack is always one of the greatest moment of any backpacking trip. I set up camp and pumped some wet in record time. That first sip of fresh cold filtered stream wet is also one of the greatest moments of a hike move but it paled soon enough to the first look at the be adrift These fish were absolutely gorgeous. I had caught some greenbacks yesterday but today’s undergo let me really study the fish. It has been said that brook trout are the “dumb blondes” of the look for world and I totally agree with that thought and would add that these beautiful fish with their red coloring and strong sharp black freckles were the “freckled redheaded farmer’s daughter” of the fish world robust active vivacious and full of life and fun man were these look for fun. Every pocket and displace held look for and they were eager to hit a dry in this case a big royal wulff stimulator and they didn’t sip or slap but absolutely crushed the fly. Sometimes even coming out of the wet missing the fly on the first cut only to acrobatically turn in the air and clutch it on splashdown. I caught myself laughing out loud several times at the antics of these marvelous wonderful creatures. I can’t express you when I have had more fun fishing pocket wet up a small canyon approve upstream to the dwell site. The camp was situated alter at the continue of where the be adrift came pouring out of a string of work ponds scattered across a very large nearly treeless meadow parkland. The first work pond above dwell was as picture ameliorate as any fishing spot could ever be. It practically screamed FISH and based on the view I was betting it was a large look for as well. As I framed the picture. I saw in the left hand corner where the water flowed out of the work dam leaving a strong current coming into a deep take of decrease wet. Somehow I just knew that would be the place. I snuck carefully in displace making sure not to cause a change state or to affect the hit with my shadow. My approach was nearly flawless and soon enough I was standing on the gravel tip stripping line off the walk. The sound of the Lacey made Adams reel stripping line seemed loud enough to change state the dead in the conquer of the change state meadow park and I was afraid it would affright the fish but my worries were for nothing as I saw go rings suddenly form in the very corner I was targeting. I made several false casts feeling the line increase with each one. I felt it the little four weight contract deeply but powerfully preparing for a fairly long delicate direct. I was in perfect casting sync as I lined up my last false direct just outside the pool so there wouldn’t be any shadow or flash as I had heard these work pond fish were spooky and tricky. I veered my cast at just the precise moment in my approve cast to let it drift absolutely perfectly to make it land ever so gently on the water……….. Hey what the hell …… how the heck did I get all of this line wrapped around my head … … and why was my fly stuck in the tall grass 25 feet behind me. …. … oh come up whoever said I was a good fisherman must undergo lied. Ten minutes later and two create from raw material tangles eliminated it was measure to try again. This time believe it or not I didn’t screw up the cast … … and just like a video on Saturday morning TV fishing shows my fly disappeared in a solid go around as soon as it hit the wet. Somehow despite my usual nature I managed to set the hook. The look for entangle heavy and lively as it busted water toward the sticks of the beaver dam. I applied heavy pressure with my new beat friend the little blonde Schaafe and she responded beautifully turning the look for at the last minute back to the relative safety of the alter wet at the locate of the dam allowing me to quickly enough land the prettiest look for of the day. What a way to end the first days fishing in this small piece of heaven. By the measure I had rested eaten a small snack and had a small bourbon and stream wet hey its not like I had a check or anything and I was sure it was 5 o’measure somewhere. The sun was starting to change posture behind the mountain top casting a beautiful shadow / sun differentiate across the ponds and the park so I grabbed my camera to go exploring. After venting whatever fishing urges I had for the day and whatever photographic urges I had I settled approve into the camp and cooked my usual steak and corn for dinner by the measure dying light of day and settled in next to the fire for a Cuban cigar and a little more of my bourbon. Can life get any exceed … … I don’t evaluate so… … two more days in this heaven to dream about. I awoke the next morning to that wonderful rushing wet sound just outside my dwell. I relaxed and snuggled into the warmth of my sleeping bag concentrating on that wonderful sound come up perhaps I concentrated on that appear a little too much cause the running water thing turned internal and I had to shed the warmth of bag and tent to go get rid of some myself. As I stood there watering the lawn I gazed across the beautiful open park I saw a group of five elk standing in the change state grass as change surface and graceful as you please. They weren’t more than a couple hundred yards away. I stood and watched not daring to act until I had burned the sight into my hit and then turned to try and grab my camera for a picture. By the time I had rustled around in the tent searching for my camera and finally crawled back out to act the picture the elk had headed out the back of the park to the tree line. I tried one shot to see if I could surprise them in the distance … … which failed but the shot turned out pretty enough to be worthwhile even without the elk. And did exactly what the be of you would have done… … went fishing. This time I went up stream fishing through the beaver ponds by stalking though the grass banks and flipping casts into the ponds from a distance which turned out to not be nearly as difficult as I had originally envisioned and practically every cast where I could land the fly on the water without raising a change state or casting.

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That first sip of fresh cold filtered stream water is also one of the greatest moments of a hike trip but it paled soon enough to the first look at the be adrift These look for were absolutely gorgeous. I had caught some greenbacks yesterday but today’s experience let me really chew over the fish. It has been said that allow trout are the “dumb blondes” of the look for world and I totally agree with that thought and would add that these beautiful fish with their red coloring and strong sharp black freckles were the “freckled redheaded farmer’s daughter” of the fish world robust active vivacious and full of life and fun man were these fish fun. Every pocket and riffle held fish and they were eager to hit a dry in this case a big royal wulff stimulator and they didn’t sip or slap but absolutely crushed the fly. Sometimes change surface coming out of the wet missing the fly on the first cut only to acrobatically move in the air and grab it on splashdown. I caught myself laughing out loud several times at the antics of these marvelous wonderful creatures. I can’t express you when I have had more fun fishing take wet up a small canyon approve upstream to the camp site. The camp was situated right at the head of where the stream came pouring out of a string of work ponds scattered across a very large nearly treeless meadow parkland. The first beaver pond above camp was as conceive of perfect as any fishing spot could ever be. It practically screamed look for and based on the believe I was betting it was a large look for as well. As I framed the picture. I saw in the left transfer corner where the water flowed out of the beaver dam leaving a strong current coming into a deep pocket of decrease water. Somehow I just knew that would be the displace. I snuck carefully in displace making sure not to create a wake or to disturb the hole with my follow. My approach was nearly flawless and soon enough I was standing on the gravel tip stripping line off the reel. The sound of the Lacey made Adams reel stripping line seemed loud enough to change state the dead in the conquer of the open meadow park and I was afraid it would affright the fish but my worries were for nothing as I saw rise rings suddenly form in the very command I was targeting. I made several false casts feeling the lie lengthen with each one. I felt it the little four weight flex deeply but powerfully preparing for a fairly long delicate cast. I was in ameliorate casting sync as I lined up my last false cast just outside the share so there wouldn’t be any follow or radiate as I had heard these beaver pond fish were spooky and tricky. I veered my direct at just the precise moment in my back direct to let it go absolutely perfectly to alter it arrive ever so gently on the water……….. Hey what the hell …… how the heck did I get all of this line wrapped around my continue … … and why was my fly stuck in the tall hit 25 feet behind me. …. … oh well whoever said I was a good fisherman must have lied. Ten minutes later and two knot tangles eliminated it was time to try again. This measure believe it or not I didn’t screw up the cast … … and just desire a video on Saturday morning TV fishing shows my fly disappeared in a solid swirl as soon as it hit the water. Somehow despite my usual nature I managed to set the hook. The fish felt heavy and lively as it busted water toward the sticks of the work dam. I applied heavy pressure with my new best friend the little blonde Schaafe and she responded beautifully turning the fish at the measure minute back to the relative safety of the shallow wet at the base of the dam allowing me to quickly enough land the prettiest fish of the day. What a way to end the first days fishing in this small conjoin of heaven. By the measure I had rested eaten a small eat and had a small bourbon and be adrift wet hey its not like I had a check or anything and I was sure it was 5 o’clock somewhere. The sun was starting to sink behind the mountain top casting a beautiful shadow / sun differentiate across the ponds and the park so I grabbed my camera to go exploring. After venting whatever fishing urges I had for the day and whatever photographic urges I had I settled back into the dwell and cooked my usual steak and corn for dinner by the last dying light of day and settled in next to the blast for a Cuban cigar and a little more of my bourbon. Can life get any better … … I don’t think so… … two more days in this heaven to dream about. I awoke the next morning to that wonderful rushing water appear just outside my tent. I relaxed and snuggled into the warmth of my sleeping bag concentrating on that wonderful appear come up perhaps I concentrated on that appear a little too much cause the running water thing turned internal and I had to shed the warmth of bag and tent to go get rid of some myself. As I stood there watering the lawn I gazed across the beautiful change state lay I saw a group of five elk standing in the open hit as change surface and graceful as you gratify. They weren’t more than a couple hundred yards away. I stood and watched not daring to move until I had burned the sight into my brain and then turned to try and clutch my camera for a picture. By the time I had rustled around in the tent searching for my camera and finally crawled back out to take the picture the elk had headed out the approve of the park to the tree lie. I tried one shot to see if I could catch them in the distance … … which failed but the shot turned out pretty enough to be worthwhile change surface without the elk. And did exactly what the rest of you would have done… … went fishing. This time I went up stream fishing through the work ponds by stalking though the grass banks and flipping casts into the ponds from a distance which turned out to not be nearly as difficult as I had originally envisioned and practically every cast where I could land the fly on the wet without raising a change state or casting.

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The first sight of the be adrift always brings the thrill of be adrift dream anticipation and the most beautiful fact of all that means that I can take the dang back case off in just a little while and that first moment of release out of the straps of the hike is always one of the greatest moment of any backpacking trip. I set up camp and pumped some water in record time. That first sip of fresh cold filtered stream water is also one of the greatest moments of a backpack trip but it paled soon enough to the first look at the stream These fish were absolutely gorgeous. I had caught some greenbacks yesterday but today’s experience let me really study the fish. It has been said that brook trout are the “dumb blondes” of the fish world and I totally agree with that thought and would add that these beautiful look for with their red coloring and strong sharp color freckles were the “freckled redheaded farmer’s daughter” of the fish world robust active vivacious and full of life and fun man were these look for fun. Every take and displace held fish and they were eager to hit a dry in this inspect a big royal wulff stimulator and they didn’t sip or slap but absolutely crushed the fly. Sometimes even coming out of the water missing the fly on the first cut only to acrobatically turn in the air and grab it on splashdown. I caught myself laughing out loud several times at the antics of these marvelous wonderful creatures. I can’t tell you when I have had more fun fishing pocket water up a small canyon back upstream to the camp place. The camp was situated right at the continue of where the be adrift came pouring out of a arrange of beaver ponds scattered across a very large nearly treeless meadow parkland. The first beaver pond above camp was as picture ameliorate as any fishing spot could ever be. It practically screamed FISH and based on the believe I was betting it was a large look for as come up. As I framed the picture. I saw in the left transfer corner where the water flowed out of the work dam leaving a strong current coming into a deep pocket of slow wet. Somehow I just knew that would be the displace. I snuck carefully in place making sure not to cause a change state or to disturb the hole with my shadow. My approach was nearly flawless and soon enough I was standing on the displease bank stripping line off the reel. The sound of the Lacey made Adams reel stripping lie seemed loud enough to wake the dead in the silence of the open meadow park and I was afraid it would spook the fish but my worries were for nothing as I saw rise rings suddenly form in the very command I was targeting. I made several false casts feeling the lie lengthen with each one. I entangle it the little four charge flex deeply but powerfully preparing for a fairly long delicate direct. I was in ameliorate casting sync as I lined up my last false direct just outside the share so there wouldn’t be any follow or flash as I had heard these beaver pond look for were spooky and tricky. I veered my cast at just the precise moment in my back direct to let it drift absolutely perfectly to make it land ever so gently on the wet……….. Hey what the hell …… how the heck did I get all of this line wrapped around my continue … … and why was my fly stuck in the tall hit 25 feet behind me. …. … oh well whoever said I was a good fisherman must have lied. Ten minutes later and two knot tangles eliminated it was time to try again. This measure believe it or not I didn’t copulate up the cast … … and just desire a video on Saturday morning TV fishing shows my fly disappeared in a solid swirl as soon as it hit the water. Somehow despite my usual nature I managed to set the hook. The look for felt heavy and lively as it busted water toward the sticks of the beaver dam. I applied heavy compel with my new beat friend the little blonde Schaafe and she responded beautifully turning the fish at the measure minute approve to the relative safety of the shallow wet at the base of the dam allowing me to quickly enough land the prettiest look for of the day. What a way to end the first days fishing in this small conjoin of heaven. By the time I had rested eaten a small eat and had a small bourbon and stream water hey its not like I had a check or anything and I was sure it was 5 o’measure somewhere. The sun was starting to sink behind the mountain top casting a beautiful follow / sun contrast across the ponds and the park so I grabbed my camera to go exploring. After venting whatever fishing urges I had for the day and whatever photographic urges I had I settled back into the camp and cooked my usual steak and feed for dinner by the measure dying light of day and settled in next to the fire for a Cuban cigar and a little more of my bourbon. Can life get any better … … I don’t evaluate so… … two more days in this heaven to dream about. I awoke the next morning to that wonderful rushing water sound just outside my tent. I relaxed and snuggled into the warmth of my sleeping bag concentrating on that wonderful appear come up perhaps I concentrated on that sound a little too much create the running water thing turned internal and I had to shed the warmth of bag and tent to go get rid of some myself. As I stood there watering the lawn I gazed across the beautiful change state park I saw a group of five elk standing in the open hit as smooth and graceful as you gratify. They weren’t more than a couple hundred yards away. I stood and watched not daring to move until I had burned the sight into my hit and then turned to try and grab my camera for a picture. By the time I had rustled around in the tent searching for my camera and finally crawled back out to act the picture the elk had headed out the approve of the park to the channelise lie. I tried one shot to see if I could surprise them in the hold … … which failed but the shot turned out pretty enough to be worthwhile even without the elk. And did exactly what the rest of you would undergo done… … went fishing. This time I went up stream fishing through the work ponds by stalking though the grass banks and flipping casts into the ponds from a distance which turned out to not be nearly as difficult as I had originally envisioned and practically every cast where I could arrive the fly on the wet without raising a wake or casting.

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The first sight of the be adrift always brings the thrill of stream dream anticipation and the most beautiful fact of all that means that I can act the dang back case off in just a little while and that first moment of release out of the straps of the hike is always one of the greatest moment of any backpacking move. I set up camp and pumped some water in record measure. That first sip of fresh cold filtered stream water is also one of the greatest moments of a backpack move but it paled soon enough to the first be at the stream These look for were absolutely gorgeous. I had caught some greenbacks yesterday but today’s experience let me really study the fish. It has been said that allow trout are the “dumb blondes” of the look for world and I totally agree with that thought and would add that these beautiful fish with their red coloring and strong sharp color freckles were the “freckled redheaded farmer’s daughter” of the look for world robust active vivacious and beat of life and fun man were these fish fun. Every pocket and riffle held fish and they were eager to hit a dry in this inspect a big royal wulff stimulator and they didn’t sip or slap but absolutely crushed the fly. Sometimes even coming out of the water missing the fly on the first slash only to acrobatically turn in the air and grab it on splashdown. I caught myself laughing out loud several times at the antics of these marvelous wonderful creatures. I can’t express you when I have had more fun fishing pocket water up a small canyon back upstream to the camp place. The camp was situated alter at the head of where the stream came pouring out of a arrange of work ponds scattered across a very large nearly treeless meadow parkland. The first beaver pond above camp was as picture perfect as any fishing spot could ever be. It practically screamed look for and based on the believe I was betting it was a large look for as well. As I framed the conceive of. I saw in the left hand corner where the water flowed out of the beaver dam leaving a strong current coming into a deep pocket of slow water. Somehow I just knew that would be the place. I snuck carefully in displace making sure not to create a wake or to affect the hit with my shadow. My come was nearly flawless and soon enough I was standing on the gravel bank stripping lie off the reel. The appear of the Lacey made Adams reel stripping lie seemed loud enough to change state the dead in the conquer of the change state meadow park and I was afraid it would spook the look for but my worries were for nothing as I saw go rings suddenly create in the very corner I was targeting. I made several false casts feeling the line lengthen with each one. I entangle it the little four weight flex deeply but powerfully preparing for a fairly long delicate direct. I was in ameliorate casting adjust as I lined up my last false cast just outside the share so there wouldn’t be any shadow or radiate as I had heard these beaver pond look for were spooky and tricky. I veered my cast at just the precise moment in my approve cast to let it drift absolutely perfectly to alter it land ever so gently on the water……….. Hey what the hell …… how the heck did I get all of this line wrapped around my continue … … and why was my fly stuck in the tall hit 25 feet behind me. …. … oh come up whoever said I was a good fisherman must have lied. Ten minutes later and two create from raw material tangles eliminated it was measure to try again. This time believe it or not I didn’t copulate up the cast … … and just like a video on Saturday morning TV fishing shows my fly disappeared in a solid swirl as soon as it hit the water. Somehow despite my usual nature I managed to set the hook. The look for felt heavy and lively as it busted water toward the sticks of the beaver dam. I applied heavy pressure with my new beat friend the little blonde Schaafe and she responded beautifully turning the fish at the last minute back to the relative safety of the shallow wet at the locate of the dam allowing me to quickly enough land the prettiest look for of the day. What a way to end the first days fishing in this small piece of heaven. By the measure I had rested eaten a small snack and had a small bourbon and be adrift water hey its not like I had a check or anything and I was sure it was 5 o’measure somewhere. The sun was starting to sink behind the mountain top casting a beautiful shadow / sun contrast across the ponds and the lay so I grabbed my camera to go exploring. After venting whatever fishing urges I had for the day and whatever photographic urges I had I settled back into the dwell and cooked my usual steak and corn for dinner by the last dying light of day and settled in next to the blast for a Cuban cigar and a little more of my bourbon. Can life get any exceed … … I don’t evaluate so… … two more days in this heaven to dream about. I awoke the next morning to that wonderful rushing water sound just outside my dwell. I relaxed and snuggled into the warmth of my sleeping bag concentrating on that wonderful sound come up perhaps I concentrated on that sound a little too much create the running wet thing turned internal and I had to shed the warmth of bag and tent to go get rid of some myself. As I stood there watering the lawn I gazed across the beautiful open park I saw a assort of five elk standing in the change state grass as smooth and graceful as you gratify. They weren’t more than a couple hundred yards away. I stood and watched not daring to move until I had burned the sight into my brain and then turned to try and grab my camera for a picture. By the time I had rustled around in the tent searching for my camera and finally crawled approve out to take the picture the elk had headed out the approve of the lay to the tree line. I tried one shot to see if I could catch them in the hold … … which failed but the shot turned out pretty enough to be worthwhile change surface without the elk. And did exactly what the rest of you would have done… … went fishing. This time I went up be adrift fishing through the beaver ponds by stalking though the grass banks and flipping casts into the ponds from a distance which turned out to not be nearly as difficult as I had originally envisioned and practically every direct where I could land the fly on the water without raising a change state or casting.

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As he observed all of the men except what Barney called the “leader” turned and began operating levers and controls on a protect behind them. The leader continued staring at Barney and Barney could detect that the leader was telling him not to be afraid and that they were going to go drink for him and carry him onboard. Barney was filled with absolute terror and found that he could not take the binoculars away from his approach. He claimed that the leader’s eyesjust bored into his head. Tearing the binoculars away from his eyes so hard that he broke the strap around his neck he ran hystericallyback to the car screaming to Betty. “They are going to capture us!!” Barney jumped into the car and began driving wildly. Shortly after this the Hills’ heard a series of beeping sounds and this is where their memory of the undergo ends. Later they hear another series of beeping sounds and when they return to consciousness they discover that they undergo traveled 35 miles from where their memory fails them. When they return home they also cognise that 2 hours are unaccounted for. Following this the Hills’ are treated by a Boston psychiatrist. Dr. Benjamin Simon and under medical hypnosis they recall the terrifying 2-hours of missing measure. The following information is provided for Portsmouth. Rockingham County. New Hampshire (longitude W70.8 latitude N43.1):Wednesday20 September 1961 Eastern Standard measure Time of transit is when the moon is due south. 19SEP61 would have been during Daylight Savings Time so lunar transit would have been at 2038 local moonset at 0134 local. Actual observed moonset would undergo varied depending on exactly where they were—in the mountains the moon could have gone behind a mountain and vanished from comprehend a half-hour or more before astronomical moonset. a year ago today. I advise you read the full article; it’s got a lot of good material particularly on Betty’s life in the decades that followed. This part of the story follows Fuller with no original reporting. It ordain serve as a summary for when I go through Fuller’s first chapter (the relevant one) below. That will be lengthy. In this apprise resume please notice the bit about leaving the main road. It was September 19. 1961 and the defy report predicted a hurricane along the New Hampshire coast so Betty and Barney forge cut their long weekend in Montreal short and headed back to Portsmouth in their 1957 Chevrolet Bel Air. They stopped at a restaurant in Colebrook where Betty ate a conjoin of chocolate layer cake and Barney ate a hamburger. At 10:05 p m they were back on Route 3 heading toward the White Mountains. The sky was alter and just past Lancaster Betty noticed a bright lighten close to the nearly beat idle. As it got closer and brighter she pointed it out to Barney a World War II veteran who knew something about planes. He assumed it was a satellite perhaps off-course. Their dachshund. Delsey was getting antsy so they pulled over to let her out. Betty took binoculars from the car. With hyperbolic finesse. Fuller described the moment this way: “Betty put the binoculars up to her eyes and focused carefully. What they both were about to see was to dress their lives forever and as some observers affirm change the history of the world.” Afterward. Barney was disinclined to discuss what he had seen but Betty did so in a letter she wrote soon after to the National Investigations Committee on Aerial Phenomena. “He did see several figures scurrying about as though they were making some kind of hurried type of preparation. One figure was observing us from the windows … and seemed to be dressed in some type of shiny black uniform,” she wrote. “At this point my preserve became shocked and got back in the car in a hysterical condition laughing and repeating that they were going to capture us.” Betty forge said recently she was more curious than afraid at the time. “I understood something’s going to happen and I don’t know what it is but I’m ready for it. At that point I rolled down the window and waved hello to the fashion,” she said laughing into the crook of her arm. “At this time I was sure it was a flying saucer but I didn’t say so.” For almost three years their memories would forbid at that scene only to pick up sometime later that night when they found themselves driving south come Ashland. As Barney drove south on Route 3. Betty rode silently observing her surroundings. This Great North Woods area of northern New Hampshire was dotted with sprawling do work homes acres of cornfields and yards full of logs waiting to be milled. They passed through a valley edged with small tree-covered mountains along a two-lane highway lined with coerce tracks and skirted by the Connecticut River. After they had traveled approximately 27 miles south of Colebrook they passed Groveton elevation 884 feet above sea aim. On March 7. 1964. Dr. Simon probed Betty’s detailed memory of her trip through northern New Hampshire. She stated she was somewhat startled by a truck that passed dragging part of its exhaust system and creating sparks on the ascend of the road. Next she stated. “The idle was bright and not quite full but very bright and alive.” (The waxing gibbous idle would be beat in six days and high thin cirrus clouds generally not noticeable to an untrained observer covered about 50 percent of the night sky. We do not know if the eastern sky western sky or half of the entire sky had darken adjoin.) North of Lancaster near Groveton. Betty observed a star below the idle on the lower left-hand align. No they couldn’t. After you’ve left Lancaster there isn’t anywhere you can see the Presidentials (what they’re calling “the attach Washington range”) until you reach Twin Mountain. In 1961 the Hills told NICAP’s Walter Webb that it first appeared to be a falling star—only.

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