Tell me about your favorite Silky Saw and "U-DIG-IT" Trowel...

[bltjr1951]

Kinda hard to dig the vent holes for your hidden fire pit without one.
What's this about cooking and cleaning game with one?

 

[kdstrick]

I ain't as good a shitkicker I reckon.

HAHAHA!!! I never miss a good chance to kick a cowpattie...

Maybe I should buy a lil' trowel... It's just that I've never been in the woods and thought... "gee... I really wish I had a trowel right now..." That being said... I am sort of envious that I don't have one to go with all the rest of the cool crap I never use.

 

[Don Rearic]

It's like going from an imitation 'Rambo Knife'
to a Busse.

Please, coffee - through - sinus passages - n o t - good.

OK, so, like a real "Rambo knife" from the now dearly departed Jimmy Lile would be like...b e t t e r than a Busse?

Check this out, Frank Zappa wrote a song once called, "Cosmik Debris." I changed it around a bit.

The Mystery Forumite came over,
And he said: "I gotta knife that's outta sight,"
He said, for a nominal sharpening charge,
I could beat Rambo t'nite,
If I was ready, willing 'n able,
To pay an astronomical fee,
He would drop all the rest of his posting affairs,
And devote his attention to me,
But I said . . .

Look here brother,
Who you jivin' with that Cosmik Debris Hut?
(Now who you jivin' with that Cosmik Debris Hut?)
Look here brother,
Don't you waste your time on me...

The Mystery Poster got nervous,
An' he fidget around a bit,
He reached in the fold of his Intellectual Lobe,
An' he whipped out some wilderness kit,
Now, I thought it was a razor,
Combined with a short machete too,
But he told me right then when the head popped open,
There was nothin' his knife won't do,
With the oil of Afro-sheen,
An' propaganda up the Wazoo,
He said:

"You might not believe this, little fella, but it'll cut an anvil in two!"

An' I said . . .
Look here brother,
Who you jivin' with that Cosmik Debris Hut?
(Now what kind of a Guru are you anyway?)
Look here brother,
Don't you waste your time on me,
Don't waste yer time . . .

I've got knives of my own, I said,
An' you can't help me out,
So take your hallucinations an' your lamentations,
An' ram it up yer snout,
"BUT I GOT A POLAR BEAR SLAYER!," he said
An' held the edge up to the light,
So I snatched it...all away from him,
An' I showed him how to do it right...

I wrapped a newspaper 'round my head...
So I'd look like I was Deep...
I said "Moras are better," then,
I told him he was goin' to sleep,
I robbed his decoder rings...
An' C-SAR watch,
An' everything else I found,
I had that sucker hypnotized,
He couldn't even make a sound...
I proceeded to tell him his future then...
As long as he was hanging around,
I said...

"The price of steel has just gone up,
An' yer secret steel has just gone down . . . "

Look here brother,
Who you jivin' with that Cosmik Debris Hut?
(Now is that a real Rambo knife or is that a Sears Rambo knife?)

Don't you know,
You could make more money as a butcher,
So don't you waste your time on me...
(Don't waste it, don't waste your time on me . . . )
Ohm shonty, ohm shonty, ohm shonty-ohm
SSHONTAY