Taylor and I headed out down the Blackwater road to our moose hunting location in my 1979 Ramcharger. We arrived
late in the evening, about 9PM. As it was starting to rain, we unloaded the back of the Dodge and covered all the gear with a large tarp, climbed into our sleeping bags in the back of the truck and attempted to go to sleep. The rain pounded down on the tin roof all night. What a fitful sleep it was, as in very.little actual sleeping. The morning brought clear skies & a promise of sunshine.
White gas stove was set up on the tailgate, coffee pot set full of water --- no coffee could be found. We'd forgotten the coffee! After the night of pouring rain, if we'd had coffee, we could have faced the day.
Everything back into the truck and back to town we went. Hunt OVER.
That's my coffee story.