The cabin is also refuge to shot glasses from all around the world. We have a traditional camp song which we chant on special occasions (toasts, birthdays, weddings, hunts or the fact that it’s Tuesday are all special occasions for us).
We have a very strict policy that hunting and drinking are never to be combined – once the guns are put away shot glasses (and liquids to pour inside them) appear from all corners of the globe. We have drank elixirs from the middle east, potions from South America, tonics from Easter Europe and mysterious drinks from places yet to be named. I’m not sure where it all comes from – but it all goes into these glasses and none are immune (though portions may be moderated for the faint of heart!)
As a bonus to today’s post is the following shot (it is not Southern nor is it in any way comforting):
The small contents remaining in that bottle are enough to twist the brim of 6 or 8 peoples hats. It is a form of bathtub moonshine that we trade for in the middle of the forest with an other camp. Trade of commodities such as this are somewhat commonplace – homemade moonshine, maple syrup and commercial sweets are not uncommon. Our neighbours are our friends and we share tradition (and libation) with them commonly.