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One of those endless summers in the mid 70-ties I had one happening learning me a lot about knifes and to handle them.
As I remember this it was after the hay harvest and me and my brother and my cousin had a lot of free time. As we were young boys being just lazy and resting was not appealing at all. We had airrifles and did the things boys kan do not being watched to much. In Digerberget we in those days used hay drying racks as the elektric fans inside the barns was still in the future. Those hay drying racks gave perfect chelter when hunting thrush and starling on the fields. The most interesting thing to hunt there was rats and fieldmouses. They built their nests under the hayracks and the big ones was quick and difficult to shoot. With a little shame I remember us doing a penetrationtest in a spare short sevagepipe, where we packed young rats we catched and shot through them to see how deep the bullet went. Of course we killed them properly afterwards but it shows that kids can be a little brutal if not looked after.
This summer we also had a playhouse were we rested inbetween our adventures. We often sat there and wittled on arrows to our longbows. I used my mora and so did the other ones. But my cousin had a frandfather that was a little of a knifenut and he had given anders a very sharp smaller german folder. I cant remember the brand of it but it was stag and gray carbon steel. The brand was not important for us in those days as the thing we looked for on the blade was the stamp with "made in Solingen" We knew from the older men that this was as good for a folder as the mora brand was for a fixed blade.
One of the days we wittled small woodknifes and also pretended to cut eatchothers on the body with them. This escaleted and my cousin started to use the spine of his folder to simulate cuts. After yet a while he used the folder to do a simulated cut at my throat. Afterwards he got white in the face and stutterd I was bleading. I didnt feel any pain and thought he was swindling me but then he tock my hand and made me sweep with the fingers over my throat and when I looked on my hand and saw blood I got sceared but also knew this ment big trouble.
We were practic boys, seen a lot of butchering so we understood that as the wound didnt pulsate blood it was not too bad. As I tryed to cry as silent that I could we made a floaking movement from the playhouse to our barn krawling through our woodshed. When in the barn we smeard some blood on a nail and after that it was free to run to mom to get comfort and nursing.
Of course my mother knew something was wrong with the story we told her but when I reviled the trout for her when I was grown up this was not in her wildest dreams that we had done this cut in a idiotic play. She told me that if she had knew what happened the knifes would have been taken away from us so from our standpoint as childs, that time we did what was nessisarry for us to protect our tools of freedom.
But a happening like this, and me nowadays working with childpsykiatri will prevent my own boys to have that amount of freedom with knifes and guns in those low ages. I supervise them more narrow than what was the case for me and my friends.
The cousin, Anders, is still on of my very best friends and almost like a brother and we spend a lot of time together during the hunting seasons. Sometimes when talking and mabye sharing a pot of coffee or more seldom some single malt we talk about this happening and we bouth remember it with horror. Neather of us has turned the point or edge of a knife towards another human after this happening when god or existence protected us from a possible disaster.
He has told me that he later lost the small german stag folder that was one of the nicest knifes I ever seen.
Nowadays he uses mora 2000 and that he does with good skills. He is the man that I knew of that has shot most mooses. Hes now in his middle 40-ties and has skills that are amasing with that knife. A true pathfinder.
Bosse
As I remember this it was after the hay harvest and me and my brother and my cousin had a lot of free time. As we were young boys being just lazy and resting was not appealing at all. We had airrifles and did the things boys kan do not being watched to much. In Digerberget we in those days used hay drying racks as the elektric fans inside the barns was still in the future. Those hay drying racks gave perfect chelter when hunting thrush and starling on the fields. The most interesting thing to hunt there was rats and fieldmouses. They built their nests under the hayracks and the big ones was quick and difficult to shoot. With a little shame I remember us doing a penetrationtest in a spare short sevagepipe, where we packed young rats we catched and shot through them to see how deep the bullet went. Of course we killed them properly afterwards but it shows that kids can be a little brutal if not looked after.
This summer we also had a playhouse were we rested inbetween our adventures. We often sat there and wittled on arrows to our longbows. I used my mora and so did the other ones. But my cousin had a frandfather that was a little of a knifenut and he had given anders a very sharp smaller german folder. I cant remember the brand of it but it was stag and gray carbon steel. The brand was not important for us in those days as the thing we looked for on the blade was the stamp with "made in Solingen" We knew from the older men that this was as good for a folder as the mora brand was for a fixed blade.
One of the days we wittled small woodknifes and also pretended to cut eatchothers on the body with them. This escaleted and my cousin started to use the spine of his folder to simulate cuts. After yet a while he used the folder to do a simulated cut at my throat. Afterwards he got white in the face and stutterd I was bleading. I didnt feel any pain and thought he was swindling me but then he tock my hand and made me sweep with the fingers over my throat and when I looked on my hand and saw blood I got sceared but also knew this ment big trouble.
We were practic boys, seen a lot of butchering so we understood that as the wound didnt pulsate blood it was not too bad. As I tryed to cry as silent that I could we made a floaking movement from the playhouse to our barn krawling through our woodshed. When in the barn we smeard some blood on a nail and after that it was free to run to mom to get comfort and nursing.
Of course my mother knew something was wrong with the story we told her but when I reviled the trout for her when I was grown up this was not in her wildest dreams that we had done this cut in a idiotic play. She told me that if she had knew what happened the knifes would have been taken away from us so from our standpoint as childs, that time we did what was nessisarry for us to protect our tools of freedom.
But a happening like this, and me nowadays working with childpsykiatri will prevent my own boys to have that amount of freedom with knifes and guns in those low ages. I supervise them more narrow than what was the case for me and my friends.
The cousin, Anders, is still on of my very best friends and almost like a brother and we spend a lot of time together during the hunting seasons. Sometimes when talking and mabye sharing a pot of coffee or more seldom some single malt we talk about this happening and we bouth remember it with horror. Neather of us has turned the point or edge of a knife towards another human after this happening when god or existence protected us from a possible disaster.
He has told me that he later lost the small german stag folder that was one of the nicest knifes I ever seen.
Nowadays he uses mora 2000 and that he does with good skills. He is the man that I knew of that has shot most mooses. Hes now in his middle 40-ties and has skills that are amasing with that knife. A true pathfinder.
Bosse
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