I used to wonder how folks could lose items such as this. It's easy to see how and why a cracked, badly worn or misshapen head would get tossed but not so a perfectly good head. That is, until I spent the better part of a year in a First Nations community in northern Ontario. Their boats, ATVs and snow machine toboggans all featured nearly new axes. Whenever a handle broke or a blade became dreadfully dull they'd toss the remains and simply buy another one. The Band store didn't even bother to stock replacement handles and the local climate-stunted Black Spruces and White Birches didn't lend themselves to whittling one either.