From the 24hourcampfire.com -- I've been sort of bloging the whole experience for my friends at the campfire. Most of them are a bunch of rifle loonies
I've been entertaining y'all with stories
about the little Scotsman that the Lord blessed us with. Why God would want to
bless the union of a hillbilly girl and her German-American husband with a
little Scotsman is beyond me, but we're coping. He's going to be 9 in April, and
last week he sat in for his first practice with the Caledonians, the big pipe
band here in Cincinnati.
They arrived last night. We had just enough time to unpack them and then bundle them up in a suitcase and take them up to practice at the church.
Angus' teacher, Katie, made the announcement before practice that the band had a new piper, and then Angus, Katie and the pipes went to a back practice room where Katie spent all of her normal lesson time showing the class how bagpipes show up, and what you do to get them ready for play.
In the hour or so she spent showing the class, Katie only managed to get a small portion of the preparation compete. Most of this involved hemping the fixtures-- wrapping the fittings with waxed hemp string to produce a good seal. Before Brendan can start wailing on them, Katie has to do the equivalent of free-floating the barrel, bedding the stock, collimating the scope and doing a trigger job.
I may be able to shoot some pics of Angus holding the pipes over the weekend, but they still are not put together. I'm dropping them off at Katie's later on so she can finish the prep work and have the pipes ready for his next lesson.
Angus and the box
Inside the box
After it was all unwrapped.
Angus' pipes laid out in the demonstration.
Katie, a bagpipe prodigy and Angus' teacher.
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