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So yesterday morning after several cups of coffee, I realized I hadn't gone out and given my hawk a workout yet this week. I checked my fatwood stash to see if I needed some, and yes I did. I got up into the woods around 11ish.
Bout a hundred yards off the road and down the hill is a little flat that looked like a good area to start looking. A little wile looking and I found a few dead standing trees that looked like they would be about right for fatwood. Just about this time I notice that I left the saw in the car... Ya, I think ahead all the time.... SO' back to the car I go, not far to go but still annoying. Almost back to the car and what jumps out in front of me?
Yepper, an old stump that I just had to check.
Ok, so its not the greatest, but boy it smells like I have my nose stuck in a bottle of pine-sol. I split up the chunk I cut off and it hits me, hey stupid you forgot to take pics.... so off back down the hill I go. I find the remains of a stump that looks like it has a chance so I get it pushed over and ready to go.
I start working it down to a size I can work with. Starting by taking off the dirt and rotted stuff around the bottom. I started doing this with my hawk, right up until I hit a rock that was in there. Now I know that bumping one rock isn't going to F.U.B.A.R. the hawk, but I spent a lot of money on it (for me it was a lot) and I'm just not going to beat the edge to death. So out comes the trusty $20 Cold Steel machete to take care of the rock and dirt impregnated nasty end.
Now to break it into chunks.
Now I will add a note here, that one should pay attention and try not to grab a stump that a colony of ants has made home. It seems they get rather angry when you start breaking it apart.
This is a good time, imo, to say I'm glad I don't have a spike hawk, as bad as the hammer pole beat up my... baton? I can only figure that there would have been no way for me to break the stump apart if I hadn't been able to use a beating tool on the back side of my hawk.
I moved about 20 ft. or so from the VERY angry ants and cut most of the crap off that I didn't want and gave it some nice squarish ends.
Still not the greatest fatwood but I really didn't have anything to do but sit on my butt and watch the tube.
Pocket sized chunks are next on the list.
Now that I had it down to what I think of as, knife sized, the Gunny came out to play.
Just another side note, The beating tool I used on the hawk is not the same one I used on the Gunny, I like to refer to the one I used on the knife as... wait for it.... my hand.
All tole I spent about 4 hours out playing with my toys, pissed off a colony of ants, confused several hunters (its bow season here), and gave half of what I got to the only hunter that would ask what I was doing.
The cast of my little outing.
Like all good afternoons in the woods there was an "injurie" of sorts.
The little ding in the edge from the rock.
Wile I didn't get much fatwood, I did get to spend the afternoon out in the woods, and had a lot of fun.
P.S. Sorry if the pics aren't the greatest, I was by myself and well I'm not a photographer.
Bout a hundred yards off the road and down the hill is a little flat that looked like a good area to start looking. A little wile looking and I found a few dead standing trees that looked like they would be about right for fatwood. Just about this time I notice that I left the saw in the car... Ya, I think ahead all the time.... SO' back to the car I go, not far to go but still annoying. Almost back to the car and what jumps out in front of me?
Yepper, an old stump that I just had to check.
Ok, so its not the greatest, but boy it smells like I have my nose stuck in a bottle of pine-sol. I split up the chunk I cut off and it hits me, hey stupid you forgot to take pics.... so off back down the hill I go. I find the remains of a stump that looks like it has a chance so I get it pushed over and ready to go.
I start working it down to a size I can work with. Starting by taking off the dirt and rotted stuff around the bottom. I started doing this with my hawk, right up until I hit a rock that was in there. Now I know that bumping one rock isn't going to F.U.B.A.R. the hawk, but I spent a lot of money on it (for me it was a lot) and I'm just not going to beat the edge to death. So out comes the trusty $20 Cold Steel machete to take care of the rock and dirt impregnated nasty end.
Now to break it into chunks.
Now I will add a note here, that one should pay attention and try not to grab a stump that a colony of ants has made home. It seems they get rather angry when you start breaking it apart.
This is a good time, imo, to say I'm glad I don't have a spike hawk, as bad as the hammer pole beat up my... baton? I can only figure that there would have been no way for me to break the stump apart if I hadn't been able to use a beating tool on the back side of my hawk.
I moved about 20 ft. or so from the VERY angry ants and cut most of the crap off that I didn't want and gave it some nice squarish ends.
Still not the greatest fatwood but I really didn't have anything to do but sit on my butt and watch the tube.
Pocket sized chunks are next on the list.
Now that I had it down to what I think of as, knife sized, the Gunny came out to play.
Just another side note, The beating tool I used on the hawk is not the same one I used on the Gunny, I like to refer to the one I used on the knife as... wait for it.... my hand.
All tole I spent about 4 hours out playing with my toys, pissed off a colony of ants, confused several hunters (its bow season here), and gave half of what I got to the only hunter that would ask what I was doing.
The cast of my little outing.
Like all good afternoons in the woods there was an "injurie" of sorts.
The little ding in the edge from the rock.
Wile I didn't get much fatwood, I did get to spend the afternoon out in the woods, and had a lot of fun.
P.S. Sorry if the pics aren't the greatest, I was by myself and well I'm not a photographer.
