"It took A.K. to teach me how to make real camp coffee....."
- John Gierach, Camp Coffee, Trout Bum
"U.S. military satellite captures footage of A.K. Best and Ed Engle slyly and simultaneously dumping out their cups of John Gierach's famous camp coffee when John's not looking"
- The Drake, Scuddlebutt, Fall 2011
"What are you up to?", Ed asked wryly, watching A.K. pour his coffee beneath a bush near the edge of the stream.
Ed shuffles over to A.K. and begins to pour his out too.
"Not all of it!", A.K. said with alarm, "just most of it. You gotta leave some in your cup or he'll just pour you another."
Ed returned to his seat scowling down at the black slurry in his cup.
"I regret the day I taught him to make the stuff", A.K. muttered looking into the battered tin cup.
"For years I was the one who made the coffee", he sighed, "My pot was perfect and I didn't buy the cheap grounds. I'm not one of those mocha-latte-half-caff lightweights but I doubt that cheap stuff he buys is really coffee."
"And you're supposed to put two handfuls of coffee in. Sometimes his coffee is weak but mostly it's too strong. I think his hands are misshapen. Or maybe he can't count."
Ed nodded. Countless memories of lousy, gut-burning coffee rose to the surface.
"The damn coffee was my ritual." A.K. sulked.
Light footsteps on the forest floor drew their attention. John returned to the clearing and flipped the crushed roll of toilet paper on top of his rucksack.
"Another cup boys?"