There are times when everything just seems to fall together. All is right with the world…
…And then you sober up and wonder what you were thinking.
Such it was last weekend during a hunting trip into Southern Ohio. Between the hunting, fishing, and all the good food… It was just too darn difficult to find time to fit in all of my vices. I was forced to improvise.
Drinkin’ –n- Chewin’ normally don’t mix that well… To put it more correctly, they normally don’t mix at all. But at some point it sounded like a good idea to mix chewing tobacco and whiskey together. Just let them stew in an old tin cup…
The age old, “Spit or swallow?” question suddenly became relevant for the very first time in my life.
It seemed only right to swalla’ when the juices were predominately whisky, and then spit once the tide had turned.
Knowing that you guys have an eye for detail, I feel compelled to explain why there is a full pound of chew, but only a pint of whiskey… Not visible in the picture is a cooler containing just over a case of beer, another bottle, three cigars, and a pound of homemade venison jerky.
I know… “ Them’s meager rations”… but it was only for two nights. And if you go easy, you can make it last that long without too much discomfort.
Give it a try some time! Remember what they say, “That what don’t kill ya… sometimes make ya wish it did.”
Cheers! goaly
