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Well, on Saturday I headed to Peche Island.
They now have a shuttle service there, put a bunch of rules in place, and removed all the fire pits (yay?
).
Anyway, I made my way there, and then headed down a nice looking "hedge tunnel" type of feature, emerging at a lagoon.
But now it's been at least TWO HOURS since I have eaten!!!
I am now in a full-blown survival situation.
Time to take stock of what I have to survive...
I don't know...it's gonna be close.
But time to get serious and open up those beans before I lose consciousness!
The Benchmade manages to bushcraft that green pepper and sausage into manageable pieces.
Check the surroundings...scan for danger.
It also bushcrafted a hole in the seal of the alcohol bottle so I was able to fill the measuring cup I put in the Emberlit twig stove to convert it into an alcohol stove.
Can you believe that these three women were willing to leave me stranded on the island rather than offer me a ride in their kayaks? Rude!
Oh well, get the balisong spoon into play for stirring and eating purposes:
Looking pretty good:
Time to eat!

I did make it off the island (did I make a raft of racoons tied together with paracord, or take the shuttle back to shore? You'll have to decide which is more likely
).
I even made it to Tim Hortons in time to get the breakfast sandwich to bring back to my wife.
Here I am waiting for the bus. You can see how the Bushcrafter isn't too conspicuous; I wore it on the bus both ways with no one giving a crap.
And that is my tale of high adventure involving the Benchmade 162 Bushcrafter. No doubt I would have died of starvation on the island without it, my corpse eaten by hordes of racoons. Good thing I had it with me.
(Edited because I spelled Tim Hortons wrong...my wife just called me a dumbass)
They now have a shuttle service there, put a bunch of rules in place, and removed all the fire pits (yay?
Anyway, I made my way there, and then headed down a nice looking "hedge tunnel" type of feature, emerging at a lagoon.
But now it's been at least TWO HOURS since I have eaten!!!
I am now in a full-blown survival situation.
Time to take stock of what I have to survive...
I don't know...it's gonna be close.
But time to get serious and open up those beans before I lose consciousness!
The Benchmade manages to bushcraft that green pepper and sausage into manageable pieces.
Check the surroundings...scan for danger.
It also bushcrafted a hole in the seal of the alcohol bottle so I was able to fill the measuring cup I put in the Emberlit twig stove to convert it into an alcohol stove.
Can you believe that these three women were willing to leave me stranded on the island rather than offer me a ride in their kayaks? Rude!
Oh well, get the balisong spoon into play for stirring and eating purposes:
Looking pretty good:
Time to eat!
I did make it off the island (did I make a raft of racoons tied together with paracord, or take the shuttle back to shore? You'll have to decide which is more likely
I even made it to Tim Hortons in time to get the breakfast sandwich to bring back to my wife.
Here I am waiting for the bus. You can see how the Bushcrafter isn't too conspicuous; I wore it on the bus both ways with no one giving a crap.
And that is my tale of high adventure involving the Benchmade 162 Bushcrafter. No doubt I would have died of starvation on the island without it, my corpse eaten by hordes of racoons. Good thing I had it with me.
(Edited because I spelled Tim Hortons wrong...my wife just called me a dumbass)
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