Picture if you will,,,,,
Waking up in a tent, the top of the sleeping-bag is covered in a fine/light layer of frost. You see your breath. Put your clothes on (that you had at your feet in the sleeping-bag so that they are not completely frigid) then climb out of the tent and take in that spectacular view of being in the heart of the Rocky Mountains.
Go stoke the embers/coals of the fire and add some wood to them, to get it 'up-and-running again', then set the pre-prepared percolator on the grate. In due time, whilst looking after "administrative duties" and washing in ice-cold water, the top glass bubble of the percolator is "starting to do it's thing". And the aroma, oh man, it's starting to smell GOOD around here.
Elk hunting just don't get better than this, actually experiencing the true nature of the wild. Go split a few more pieces of wood, and add that to the pile, just to make sure you're "ahead of the game" for the day. Come back to the fire, and the coffee is ready.
Everything pauses as you hear an elk call in the 'close' distance,,, and you wait for a bull to reply.
THAT'S a great cup of coffee. Right then, right there!
