Wes Mantooth

The first cigarette in the morning...ecstasy

Sitting back on my lawnmower with an ice cold beer

First cast of the rod into a mirror like lake or pond at the crack of dawn

One of my absolute favorites that I miss so much since I moved was sitting around a roaring campfire at night, with friends, in the middle of the north Maine woods during the height of autumn. Yeah the end of your nose is always cold but the whiskey tastes great and the sky is so vivid! Almost no light pollution.

Night driving, anywhere, any route.

Bowing out some Dvorak or Bach on my double bass just for fun...if a thunder storm happens by, even better.

A hot summer night, a cold cooler of beer, a pouch of red man and a baseball game on the radio.

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