Smokin Harley
Well-Known Member
Wife left for work this morning. Its a high of maybe 25*F today. Before she heads out the door she asks if I can get the Christmas tree out of the garage attic and put up (Its just the top section of a pre-lit tree because we have 3 labradors that will knock down a full size tree.) so our house looks more like we actually celebrate the holidays this year. I thought I knew where it was ...
After 2 hours of looking in nearly every box in the attic (found the expandable playpen we'll need for when after the pups arrive, they start motivating)
Then,I found a box of magazines I forgot about (found an old outdoor magazine that had my kids posing with their morel harvest that day. They were pretty little still)
I found a stash where a resident mouse has been stealing my dogs food and apparently saving it for this cold winter,along with some shredded paper, wool socks and a few old hunting hats.
One would say the day was going ok until...
I sat down to try to roll some cigars for my distilling friend . First roll upon opening the leaf and getting a bunch put together , the binder all but crumbles to pieces in my hands. I case the rest and rebag it. Todays not a rolling day.
Then the mailman brings my cast iron tobacco chopper I bought on ebay the other day for $35 (dumb ass me tries to take it apart to sharpen the knife ,and I end up knocking off a piece of the casting in the bottom....then 5 minutes later I'm reassembling it and I crack the keeper wedge in half that holds cutter assembly and base together) After muttering a few words at myself ,I terribly cobble it together with some muffler repair tape. Its not pretty but,it'll work ,but if I ever decide to sell it , I might get 10% of what I paid for it.
Took my poplar cavendish press out of the kiln, the sides weren't just pushed out from pressure. As the wood absorbed the black sweet juice, the wood swelled up and warped outward,cracking at one of the screws holding it together.
At least the tobacco mini bricks that I extracted look and smell great. They're back in the kiln drying out.
After 2 hours of looking in nearly every box in the attic (found the expandable playpen we'll need for when after the pups arrive, they start motivating)
Then,I found a box of magazines I forgot about (found an old outdoor magazine that had my kids posing with their morel harvest that day. They were pretty little still)
I found a stash where a resident mouse has been stealing my dogs food and apparently saving it for this cold winter,along with some shredded paper, wool socks and a few old hunting hats.
One would say the day was going ok until...
I sat down to try to roll some cigars for my distilling friend . First roll upon opening the leaf and getting a bunch put together , the binder all but crumbles to pieces in my hands. I case the rest and rebag it. Todays not a rolling day.
Then the mailman brings my cast iron tobacco chopper I bought on ebay the other day for $35 (dumb ass me tries to take it apart to sharpen the knife ,and I end up knocking off a piece of the casting in the bottom....then 5 minutes later I'm reassembling it and I crack the keeper wedge in half that holds cutter assembly and base together) After muttering a few words at myself ,I terribly cobble it together with some muffler repair tape. Its not pretty but,it'll work ,but if I ever decide to sell it , I might get 10% of what I paid for it.
Took my poplar cavendish press out of the kiln, the sides weren't just pushed out from pressure. As the wood absorbed the black sweet juice, the wood swelled up and warped outward,cracking at one of the screws holding it together.
At least the tobacco mini bricks that I extracted look and smell great. They're back in the kiln drying out.
