![]() ![]() 10 days later I received a package from Larry with a ball mold, pliers and a personal note from the master craftsman himself. I mailed off a check for payment and waited with excitement. ![]() Larry agreed to make the mold for me in his forge and also said he would make me a set of bag pliers that could grip my wiping stick if ever needed. 20 patch and limit the stress on my wiping stick. 595 would be preferred so as not to be too tight. mold but I explained that since I would be out on the trail a. We had a nice discussion about trekking in the Rocky Mountains and the Arizona Territory as well as future canoe treks in 2021. I like the personal connection to each item I carry as it reminds me of the way it was in history. I prefer to make my own gear or purchase from a craftsman. He recommended that I contact Larry Callahan in Missouri. 62 cal Nock flintlock around a PHC campfire last year. He recalled that I had talked about a bag mold for my. I received a note from a fellow Buckskinner recently. Unloaded and stowed our gear and headed home. The patch was working so well, that we decided to continue to where we had left the horses. We would then haul everything up to the horses and wagons. They would bring them up to the ridge above the creek where I had landed. Lighting and Beerbill would then continue to where we had picketed the horses and wagons. We were not sure how long the patch would hold, so the plan was to cross to the east bank some 800 yards away and land the canoe. We patched the inside then the outside of the canoe. I made some patch material out of dish towel I had borrowed from my wife. While I worked on a fire, Beerbill and Lightng set about collecting pine pitch. There was a crack in the bottom where the rock had penetrated. We quickly landed, unloaded and beached my canoe. As we pulled away from shore, water appeared in my canoe. As we launched my canoe, I heard rocks scrap the bottom. After breakfast we packed up camp and loaded the canoes. ![]() It quickly burned off as the sun came up. Sunday dawned with heavy fog surrounding us. We did have a quick shower Saturday night. Saturday afternoon the wind picked up and seemed to keep the storms to the east of us. The weather was in a monsoon type pattern, the afternoon it threatened to rain. ![]() It was difficult until I found the elk game trail. I found a couple of mountain man toilets complete with paper dispensers. We all explored the landscape around our camp. There is so much water in Walnut Creek, you would swear it’s a lake. Saturday afternoon I paddled two, or three miles further south on the creek. Beerbill and I both could see crawdads in the water. In three days he did not catch anything either. I had the chance to try out my new fishing rig I built. We stayed relatively dry, and our rain gear kept us dry. We had enough coals in the morning to get the fire going again. We found the area offered a good supply of gas wood pine and downed oak. We set up our camps and got a fire going just as a thunderstorm rolled in. We headed south until we came upon to what turned out to be the prefect camp site. We loaded our gear into two canoes and set off to find a camp site on the west bank. There was so much snow over the winter that Walnut Creek has burst its banks. Beerbill and I rendezvoused with Lightng and Max on the east bank of the creek early Friday morning. May 19th/21st three intrepid Powderhorn Clan members set out on a canoe trek of Walnut Creek, Flagstaff, Arizona territory to celebrate the 75th anniversary of the Powderhorn Clan. ![]()
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