Quote Originally Posted by Cangooner View Post
You missed step four: taking what collects in the bucket and boiling most of it off.
Some of the fondest memories I have of my grandfather are of maple syrop time. I remember carrying sap pails that i could hardly lift and now when I see those things, they are soooo small it makes me laugh. I remember him laughing at me for drinking raw sap and spending the next day
on the sh***er mostly though the long evenings under an outdoor canopy with the boiling pans just sitting, and idolizing my grand dad
Thanks Cangooner.
Mike