Jackknife,
I see you teaching fundamental wisdom.
The wrapping might be Wood Lore, or how to sharpen a knife.
Look at your first lesson you have just taught us.
Basic equipment needs to equal and accessable for all.
And simple equipment will work well.
Technical skill or a life lesson?
Enjoy...
Both!
In my life I have on a few occasions seen hard feelings and jealosy rise out of someone having an unfair advantage. I want these kids to be totally equal when they get out in the woods, and to each learn to use simple tools for non simple tasks. As always, there s one father who is more finacially gifted than the other dad's, and the other night when I was explaining to one father how we learned from Mr. Van to notch and groove a limb all the way around so it would break off, this one guy made kind of an off hand remark that it sounded dumb, he'll just make sure his kid had one of "those Swiss Army things with all the tools, just saw the thing off! Where do ya buy one of those swiss things, Huh?"
it reminded me so much of when Mr. Van was coaching our shooting, and we all had Mossberg and Winchester .22's that came from the local gun shop. This one kid had a dad who owned a furniture store, drove a big caddy, and was kind of a pushy sort. His kid shows up one day with a full bore Anshultz olympic grade target gun, a heavy leather shooting coat, and all the bells and whistles. Mr. Van took the dad aside and had a quiet conversation with him. The dad was heard to yell at Mr. Van that his kid will have the best gun and if he did'nt like it too bad. Mr. Van was not one to yell at. He told the man his son would not be able to compete with the other scouts with such an unfair advantage, and he had to leave the range. Mr. Van also warned the man do not talk to him like that again. Mr. Van was not one to tollerate elitist types.
I want to start these kids out with a one for all, and all for one attitude. Scouting often starts lifelong friendships like it did for me, Dave and Ev, who still get toghether after more than 50 years. Even when we were in the service, we kept in touch, and I still remember when I was in Viet Nam and I heard a jet and looked up and saw a Phantom, I'd wonder if it was my old scout buddy. Years later over a beer, Dave said the same thing about looking down at army personel on the ground, wondering if I were there someplace. Ev was a navy man and got stationed on the U.S.S. Oriskany, a carrier, and the one time they got close enough to see land over there, he wondered about the both of us. We didn't worry about Ev too much, he was a navy dentist, and dentists don't get in much trouble.
But for that kind of friendship to happen, you all have to start off equal, more or less.