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So there I was...
Yesterday afternoon I was messing around in my front yard, cleaning up some branches that fell during the ice last week and fishing a tarp out of the creek behind my house (not sure how that got there). To get to my front door, you have to climb seven stairs, with a wooden handrail.
Well, I managed to rake my hand across the handrail got a nice splinter, at least an inch long. But most of it broke off, leaving the last quarter inch or so deeply embedded into the palm of my hand. It was only a layer or two deep under the skin, but whenever I'd move my hand, it would poke me. Ouch.
I get inside to inspect the damage and it quickly became obvious that I was gonna have to dig it out. Yay!
Instinctively I pull out my Native and look at it. The blade is poorly shaped for surgery. One slip would have it jammed into the palm of my hand, and that would be a bit worse than the splinter.
So I'm going through all the knives in my head. What do I need. I need something with a good controllable tip. Going through the list I come to the stockmen, but pass over and keep going. So I'm in the bathroom with a little Vic Classic, but I didn't like the prospect of cutting myself with it.
Then it dawned on me. So I cycled back to the stockmen in my mind. Clip blade is no good, and the spey blade doesn't have a point at all. Ah, the sheepsfoot. Perfect.
Out comes the 301. After bracing myself for the deed it was done. No blood and not a lot of pain. After putting some liquid bandaid on it, I went about my day.
When I got the 301, I was debating on how I would grind the sheepsfoot. On my congress, one is ground to be a slicer and one is ground to cut through anything. I went with a very fine edge on the 301, thinking that I'd put a more obtuse edge on the spey blade so it would be the cut-anything blade.
So that's my story. Maybe for my next trick, I'll shave with a 110.
Yesterday afternoon I was messing around in my front yard, cleaning up some branches that fell during the ice last week and fishing a tarp out of the creek behind my house (not sure how that got there). To get to my front door, you have to climb seven stairs, with a wooden handrail.
Well, I managed to rake my hand across the handrail got a nice splinter, at least an inch long. But most of it broke off, leaving the last quarter inch or so deeply embedded into the palm of my hand. It was only a layer or two deep under the skin, but whenever I'd move my hand, it would poke me. Ouch.
I get inside to inspect the damage and it quickly became obvious that I was gonna have to dig it out. Yay!
Instinctively I pull out my Native and look at it. The blade is poorly shaped for surgery. One slip would have it jammed into the palm of my hand, and that would be a bit worse than the splinter.
So I'm going through all the knives in my head. What do I need. I need something with a good controllable tip. Going through the list I come to the stockmen, but pass over and keep going. So I'm in the bathroom with a little Vic Classic, but I didn't like the prospect of cutting myself with it.
Then it dawned on me. So I cycled back to the stockmen in my mind. Clip blade is no good, and the spey blade doesn't have a point at all. Ah, the sheepsfoot. Perfect.
Out comes the 301. After bracing myself for the deed it was done. No blood and not a lot of pain. After putting some liquid bandaid on it, I went about my day.
When I got the 301, I was debating on how I would grind the sheepsfoot. On my congress, one is ground to be a slicer and one is ground to cut through anything. I went with a very fine edge on the 301, thinking that I'd put a more obtuse edge on the spey blade so it would be the cut-anything blade.
So that's my story. Maybe for my next trick, I'll shave with a 110.
