Behold!! The pipe with no name! A gift from the always generous Nosewarmer, I looked up information on it and found, "An Italian briar of un-known origin". Kinda like Clint Eastwood as the man with no name in the Italian Spaghetti westerns, just a good smoking pipe. Filled it with some Esoterica Pembroke and we had a nice morning smoke. The old wore out Case in the picture was my fathers. God only knows how many trout were gutted and young bulls, de-nutted with that knife. Dad always referred to castrating bulls as brain surgery. He said he was changing their minds from ass to grass. He sure got his monies worth outa those poor blades, I need to clean it up!
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