Both covers feature really fabulous photographs and spot-on humor, and the purported contents couldn’t speak more eloquently to the defining differences … Great works of technical and journalistic art, thanks!
I just realized that’s my picture taken out of Captain Phil’s iron tent! (My lawyer will pass on my bill for photographic services to the culprit on the address label.)
All that verosimilitude is part of why these are so genius! And in like kind, since few would know, the Field and Stream male model ambling lakeside is none other than our very own Señor Q in his town-and-country, ready-fer-some-quail-shootin’, go-to-meetin’ best. Snapped by the blogmeister himself on a rainy morning ramble at this year’s trip to First Debsconeag.
235? That’s the number of sunny days per year in the Beartooths. Approximately. Or maybe the number of inches of snow in an average winter. The first of the 235 lifesaving skills is how to keep your food from being eaten by mountain goats.
Fellow fogey, Reed, a Backpacker subscriber, was sucked in. He said to me, after I sent him the Photoshopped Backpacker cover for February, “How did you get an early issue? I haven’t received my copy yet?”
Both covers feature really fabulous photographs and spot-on humor, and the purported contents couldn’t speak more eloquently to the defining differences … Great works of technical and journalistic art, thanks!
LTTSOME! And awesome facetious, but apt, story titles. Boy do I wish I had that issue in my hands. The stories must be really good.
I just realized that’s my picture taken out of Captain Phil’s iron tent! (My lawyer will pass on my bill for photographic services to the culprit on the address label.)
I love the “235 LIFESAVING SKILLS”. I mean, is that one per day, for an astronomically challenged editor? Btw, I, too, wish to read the contents.
All that verosimilitude is part of why these are so genius! And in like kind, since few would know, the Field and Stream male model ambling lakeside is none other than our very own Señor Q in his town-and-country, ready-fer-some-quail-shootin’, go-to-meetin’ best. Snapped by the blogmeister himself on a rainy morning ramble at this year’s trip to First Debsconeag.
I don’t suppose you’d point me to a respected lighting design magazine?
235? That’s the number of sunny days per year in the Beartooths. Approximately. Or maybe the number of inches of snow in an average winter. The first of the 235 lifesaving skills is how to keep your food from being eaten by mountain goats.
Fellow fogey, Reed, a Backpacker subscriber, was sucked in. He said to me, after I sent him the Photoshopped Backpacker cover for February, “How did you get an early issue? I haven’t received my copy yet?”