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<blockquote data-quote="DMP25-06" data-source="post: 1973449" data-attributes="member: 27271"><p>Back to hunting stories . </p><p>In mid-November , 1985 , my group of family and friends went Elk and Mule Deer hunting on the Uncomphagre Plateau in Colorado , southwest of Montrose , Co. and northwest of Ouray , Co.</p><p>There were 6 hunters total , and we stayed in a 16' x 14' wall tent that we heated with a cast iron wood-burning stove . At night the temperatures were very cold since we were camped above 9000' elevation , and a few nights below zero temps ( I always hung a thermometer on the outside of the tent every year that we hunted ).</p><p> The oldest member of our group was Ken , a good friend who had served in the US Army during the Korean War , although he had been stationed in Germany during his 2 years of service . Ken always talked about how cold his unit had been in Germany , because the men lived in tents that were heated by cast-iron stoves , although he conceded that the below zero temperatures that we were currently experiencing were colder than any that he saw in Germany . </p><p> It was a constant chore to feed wood into the stove at night and Ken told all of us that IF we had some coal , that we could burn that instead of wood , and keep the tent warm all night long , without refilling every hour with wood .</p><p> Ken and I had to drive into Montrose for supplies and while I was driving down a dirt trail toward town , Ken suddenly said STOP ! I stopped immediately , wondering how he had seen an animal before me , and before the Bronco had stopped skidding , Ken was out his door and running across the open flat . I shouted that you forgot your rifle , when he stopped , bent down , and picked up a large black rock that was about the size of a bowling ball . When he returned to the Bronco he said " Now this will keep the tent warm tonight , this is lignite coal ".</p><p> We continued into town , got our supplies , and returned to camp . </p><p>Ken was carrying this lump of coal around like a first time father and his new-born baby , showing all of the guys his find .</p><p> It was really cold that night , by 8:00 PM the temperature was zero , and it was dead-still , so I knew that we would be well below zero before dawn . Ken said no problem , that his lump of coal would keep us warm . He carefully put his coal into our stove , on top of the wood that was already burning , and said that the coal should easily light within 10 minutes . After about 30 minutes , the coal had still not ignited , so Ken , who desperately wanted to prove his point lit a 15 minute highway/railroad flare and stuck it in the stove under the coal . Another 10 minutes and we began to hear a hissing noise , and at about the15 minute mark , we heard the sound of an F4 Phantom Jet with full after-burners take off from inside that stove . I looked and could see flames jetting up the stove pipe , so I ran outside the tent and looked at the smoke-stack to see an 8' jet of flames roaring out of our 90* elbow at the top of the stack . I was worried that we were going to start a forest fire . I went back inside the tent and closed the flume on the stack , hoping to choke it down .</p><p> That coal refused to be shut down and continued to roar . Within 5 minutes the sides of the cast-iron stove began to glow orange , and the heat that it put off was unbearable . We opened the flaps on both ends of the tent in hopes of keeping the tent from burning , and we began moving our gear outside , into the snow away from the tent . Opening the tent did not seem to help , instead it seemed to stoke the fire . The stove sides by this time were just short of the melting point , and as we watched , the sides began to heave , expanding outward and then sucking inward . None of us had EVER witnessed anything like this , before or after . We all stood ready with water ( which we were afraid to throw on the molten cast-iron ) , shovels , dirt , and grubbing hoes , just in case the situation worsened . </p><p> After about 3 hours the fire began to loose its intensity , the stove sides were no longer almost molten and loosing the orange color , and we could finally re-enter the tent . I opened the stove and saw that the coal was about half of it's original size and lightly burning , so I made a successful attempt to remove the lump with a shovel , and threw the still-burning coal out into the snow , where it finally died-out .</p><p></p><p>This event made me remember an old saying : </p><p>" Indian builds a small fire , stays close and keeps warm . Crazy white men build BIG fires , can't get close , and freeze to death ."</p><p></p><p>DMP25-06</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="DMP25-06, post: 1973449, member: 27271"] Back to hunting stories . In mid-November , 1985 , my group of family and friends went Elk and Mule Deer hunting on the Uncomphagre Plateau in Colorado , southwest of Montrose , Co. and northwest of Ouray , Co. There were 6 hunters total , and we stayed in a 16' x 14' wall tent that we heated with a cast iron wood-burning stove . At night the temperatures were very cold since we were camped above 9000' elevation , and a few nights below zero temps ( I always hung a thermometer on the outside of the tent every year that we hunted ). The oldest member of our group was Ken , a good friend who had served in the US Army during the Korean War , although he had been stationed in Germany during his 2 years of service . Ken always talked about how cold his unit had been in Germany , because the men lived in tents that were heated by cast-iron stoves , although he conceded that the below zero temperatures that we were currently experiencing were colder than any that he saw in Germany . It was a constant chore to feed wood into the stove at night and Ken told all of us that IF we had some coal , that we could burn that instead of wood , and keep the tent warm all night long , without refilling every hour with wood . Ken and I had to drive into Montrose for supplies and while I was driving down a dirt trail toward town , Ken suddenly said STOP ! I stopped immediately , wondering how he had seen an animal before me , and before the Bronco had stopped skidding , Ken was out his door and running across the open flat . I shouted that you forgot your rifle , when he stopped , bent down , and picked up a large black rock that was about the size of a bowling ball . When he returned to the Bronco he said " Now this will keep the tent warm tonight , this is lignite coal ". We continued into town , got our supplies , and returned to camp . Ken was carrying this lump of coal around like a first time father and his new-born baby , showing all of the guys his find . It was really cold that night , by 8:00 PM the temperature was zero , and it was dead-still , so I knew that we would be well below zero before dawn . Ken said no problem , that his lump of coal would keep us warm . He carefully put his coal into our stove , on top of the wood that was already burning , and said that the coal should easily light within 10 minutes . After about 30 minutes , the coal had still not ignited , so Ken , who desperately wanted to prove his point lit a 15 minute highway/railroad flare and stuck it in the stove under the coal . Another 10 minutes and we began to hear a hissing noise , and at about the15 minute mark , we heard the sound of an F4 Phantom Jet with full after-burners take off from inside that stove . I looked and could see flames jetting up the stove pipe , so I ran outside the tent and looked at the smoke-stack to see an 8' jet of flames roaring out of our 90* elbow at the top of the stack . I was worried that we were going to start a forest fire . I went back inside the tent and closed the flume on the stack , hoping to choke it down . That coal refused to be shut down and continued to roar . Within 5 minutes the sides of the cast-iron stove began to glow orange , and the heat that it put off was unbearable . We opened the flaps on both ends of the tent in hopes of keeping the tent from burning , and we began moving our gear outside , into the snow away from the tent . Opening the tent did not seem to help , instead it seemed to stoke the fire . The stove sides by this time were just short of the melting point , and as we watched , the sides began to heave , expanding outward and then sucking inward . None of us had EVER witnessed anything like this , before or after . We all stood ready with water ( which we were afraid to throw on the molten cast-iron ) , shovels , dirt , and grubbing hoes , just in case the situation worsened . After about 3 hours the fire began to loose its intensity , the stove sides were no longer almost molten and loosing the orange color , and we could finally re-enter the tent . I opened the stove and saw that the coal was about half of it's original size and lightly burning , so I made a successful attempt to remove the lump with a shovel , and threw the still-burning coal out into the snow , where it finally died-out . This event made me remember an old saying : " Indian builds a small fire , stays close and keeps warm . Crazy white men build BIG fires , can't get close , and freeze to death ." DMP25-06 [/QUOTE]
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