Instant coffee = methadone.
No chit.
I can't remember the last time I ran out at home cause its a long time ago. French darkroast Starbucks in the landfill pod machine set on strong. There are no substitutes. This can't be messed with.
My buddy was supposed to bring coffee on a hunting trip several years back. I woke up to a pale hungover hunting partner in a lawn chair beside the remains of the fire he didn't even have it in him to stoke it up. Mornin, I say.. what's up? Dejected he looked at the ground and said I forgot the coffee.
A few times later coffee was on my list. First thing dark and early I open a fresh pouch of..... beans! [bleep] coffee beans not ground!!
We still hunt together but we don't divvy up coffee as a chore any more, nothing is said. We both just make good and damn sure we have coffee. We probably roll with 5 lbs minimum in a few stashes between the two of us.
