"Old Come and get it!" my veteran frying pan
Several years ago I had attended a wilderness Hunting Guides and Outfitters school in Montana, after working as a mule skinner/packer then hunting guide for several years I made a decision to become a camp cook. I mean after all I can sling some hash and make decent biscuits. Being a camp cook for a Guide outfit can be a challenge but I not afraid of a good challenge, especially in the wilderness.
After leaving the Montana guide business in 1992, I went to new Mexico to Guide but got a Job as a packer then later camp cook for Blackhawk Outfitter in Raton, NM . As I recall Raton Had a few decent pawn shops and junk shops on the street near the rail road tracks. One of my favorite things to do is haunt all junk shops, resale shops and Salvation Army stores. I am always amazed at the things people donate to these places or simply throw away. I never buy big name brand Gear or clothing, I simply wait to find it in one of these shops or dumpster dive it. Hoorah for wasteful people!
I found my venerable frying pan in a pile of old pots and pans in the corner of a shop. I noticed that it had a folding wire handle, was light weight and nearly brand new. I bought it for 2 bucks and headed for the door.
in the Time that I have had this pan it has cooked a legion of trout, a school of bass, a herd of deer steaks, a flock of ducks, a gaggle of geese, a coup of chicken, a galaxy of beans, countless strips of bacon, Bannock bread, pancakes, cakes, and gallons of "Old Dew claw" Rum.
It has served as a shovel, lid for another pot, container, and defensive weapon. I love this old pan. Every time I use it to cook some grub or make a brew I am reminded of the countless fires this old veteran shared with me over the years.
The name for this pan I borrowed from Edmond Ware Smith in his book "Up river and down", he talks about his pan by the same name. Foods cooked over an open fire, a grill or in a Dutch oven have always tasted better to me. It must be the open air, the effort to cook it and sitting down to a decent meal in the wilderness after a long hard day in the saddle.
See you on the trail,
Tomahawk
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