The Fiddleback Duke Vs The KA-BAR

LV, you are my favorite "bushcraft story teller" on BF. I think I've read "The First 30 Days" 3 or 4 times now. You've got great wit to go along with fantastic photography while providing practical, efficient uses of materials while in the woods.

There is one concern, though: the lack of help from "Self Contained All Purpose Camouflaged Attack Cat" makes me worried that you fired him or he's too well camouflaged.
 
Man, I learn so much from LV's threads; thanks so much for doing them. And the narration is perfect :thumbsup:
 
LV, you are my favorite "bushcraft story teller" on BF. I think I've read "The First 30 Days" 3 or 4 times now. You've got great wit to go along with fantastic photography while providing practical, efficient uses of materials while in the woods.

There is one concern, though: the lack of help from "Self Contained All Purpose Camouflaged Attack Cat" makes me worried that you fired him or he's too well camouflaged.


That's quite a compliment, and I do 't take it lightly. Thank you very much!

"Self Contained" is alive and well. Ne says, thanks for asking!

This was from yesterday as I was pondering the next segment. He really is quite impressed with himself.
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Nice post LV, I love your approach! With Andy it was the Ka-Bar, but for me it was another issue knife. The metal pommels combined with a metal ladle make a decent improvised mortar and pestle :)
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Mist,

I always love your posts. Especially your food posts.
It's funny how much you can use a knife for when you have to.

Years ago, I used the pommel of a Mark 3 to grind coffee in camp. Because the guy who bought it didn't realize he had beans instead of ground.

My food pictures always look acceptable to me until I see yours.

Yours = Fine French Restaurant
Mine = Three Neanderthals outside a cave.
 
Mist,

I always love your posts. Especially your food posts.
It's funny how much you can use a knife for when you have to.

Years ago, I used the pommel of a Mark 3 to grind coffee in camp. Because the guy who bought it didn't realize he had beans instead of ground.

My food pictures always look acceptable to me until I see yours.

Yours = Fine French Restaurant
Mine = Three Neanderthals outside a cave.

LOLOLOLOL. Your food pics, like all your other pics, are awesome. And I really dig that gig you made. Nice work. Working with Cherry is much better done when green than when seasoned, then it really does become work :).
 
Breakfast at Duke's Diner!

The Duke was a tad testy after being called Fluffy.

He tried to explain he wasn't some show piece. He was the real deal. Named after a nick name, given to some guy, who played some guy named Stryker on some sandy island called Iwo. It's all very complicated. I pretended to listen. What ever ya say Fluff.


So the Duke, the Dog's Head, and I, headed out so he could prove his worth.

The first half of the story was Saturday night between the KA-BAR, the Duke and myself. We did some fire, some drinking, and some discussing. Some tall tales were told, then we had to see who could back up what.

That's all I'm at liberty to say. Except all of us saw the sun come up in good health. Well mostly.

No phones, no lights, no electricity, no cameras, it was glorious.

Morning came soon enough. And with it, big appetites.
So we set out to build some breakfast.

This is what we had to work with when the sun came up.
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The Dog's Head was supposed to keep the fire going. But we found him passed out in the weeds.
Nice! Too many Saranacs there DH??

You can see last night wasn't a total waste of time. The Duke and I built ourselves the makings of a one stick fire. So we were ready in the morning, if need be.


In today's world. Everyone wants order. "You have to do it this way" they will say. Rules, there are more rules every day!
I'm not much of a rule guy these days. Had to follow too many in the Webelos.
Rules and signs,
Sign, sign, everywhere a sign
Blockin' out the scenery, breakin' my mind
Do this, don't do that, can't you read the sign?


The Five Man Electric Band was stuck in my head.

Rules would have us dive right in to our one stick fire. Tinder, kindling, pencil lead, pencil, and so on.

But a few years back I read this great article on the Shoshone Indians.
http://www.hollowtop.com/spt_html/nothing.htm

It talked about how as nomadic tribesmen, the Shoshone were so highly efficient at what they did or did not do. To the western settlers that were invading their territory, the Shoshone appeared lazy and without direction. That assumption couldn't be further from the truth.

They were just so highly adapted to their environment. That outsiders couldn't see their methods. Simple things like instead of building a lean to or shelter. They would seek out a rock overhang to protect them.

This methodology just clicked with me. I have been working to understand and expand on it ever since.

To that end. Instead of the more traditional approach to my fire. I searched the ashes for heat or coals. There really wasn't much to work with. I almost gave up. But I'm not real good at giving up.

Finally I tapped the ashes off the last remaining log from the night before. Picked it right ip and tapped it on a rock. Then I started to gently blow on it in the center. At first there was just one red spot the size of a pin point. So I blew some more. It grew quickly. I took some cold charcoal from the ashes and crumbled it up small. Than I blew the coal red hot again and added the fresh fuel.
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Flames!
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I think it's going to catch!


We were back in business. I had set it on my wood pile so I didn't nave to bend over and get my knees in the wet ground. The whole process didn't take three minutes. And all my feathers will get saved for when I really need them.

Black charcoal from previous fires make great fuel. It's kind of like wood char cloth.

More fuel was added and things took off.

Not to be marginalized by this easy and efficient method of fire building. The Duke had his way with some logs for latter. He pointed out that if there is already a crack in the log, use it to your advantage. Makes good sense.
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To work we went,
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The Duke took it in stride,
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First in half, then quarters, then eighths, all good.
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We set the bark aside for another project to be discussed later.
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I thought the Duke performed very well in dry seasoned Cherry Hardwood.
Maybe he is pretty tough. For now, we'll call him "Tough Fluff"
I'm betting he'll have more to prove when he hears that!

I like small wood for cooking. Especially breakfast. We're cooking eggs here, not a Buffalo. Small stuff is easier to work with. You can move it easy. And you can heat up or cool down your fire fast.
 
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As luck would have it. Today was my bride's birthday! I promised her, I'd take her out for breakfast.
Wasn't she excited when she realized "Out for Breakfast" was out in the woods.

I can't really say what had her more excited. The opportunity to spend time in the woods with me. Or the Opossum Fur Gloves I got her as a gift. She really is a lucky woman.

Low maintenance too!
All she wanted for breakfast was a grilled everything bagel.
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I was going to use my Donk Grill for toasting. But when she opted for grilled, I went in a different direction. Rocks!
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You will notice the wood stacked around the fire. I call that "Cave Man Kiln Dried" It fits the Shoshone mindset. But I have been doing this for years.

She's smart and good looking too. This could all come crashing down around me when she figures out Warren Buffett is really my father.
And that Jimmy Buffett isn't my half brother.
But for now, it's working out fairly well.

For my breakfast, I took it up a notch.
My parents grew up during the depression. They didn't believe in wasting food. That carried over to me. So I had scoured the fridge, and rounded up all the leftover junk to concoct some culinary masterpiece. The bride stole the thyme from our garden she is going to jse it on pizza later, but it adda a touch of color.
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Red and green peppers, onions, and a slice of ham. Smells of a western omelette or scramble.
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Culinary tip of the day.
When cutting onions. If you slice a hunk out of the bottom. The onion will sit nice and steady as you slice the rest. Much easier and safer than chasing a round one around.

The Duke made fast work of the slicing and dicing. It actually did an excellent job.
The Dog's Head sat this one out. I already know how well he slices and dices.
Besides he was still nursing that Saranac Flu he caught last night.

In the pan go the ham and veggies,
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You folks have probably noticed by now. I use nothing but the latest whiz-bang tools and cookware. That Cast Iron Griddle is actually made out of Titanium. That Spatula is left over material from the Chinese Space Shuttle. You need the absolute best if you are going to cook in the outdoors.

Add the eggs, cook, flip and melt Monterey Jack cheese.
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That paper towel looking thing off to the right. Is actually fabric from a Rhodesian Space Suit keeping my bagel warm inside. Very hard to come by. The Rhodesian Space Program is top secret.

And here is the end result,

Breakfast with the Duke!
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Nice job Mr. Duke!
 
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I know what ya'all are thinkin'

Well all this is cool. But we don't have all this high tech cook ware. We didn't even know Rhodesia had a Space Program.

We can't do this crap!

The Duke says if you can Boil Water.
You can make breakfast.
No Excuses!

I had one egg that had some odd discoloration on the shell. Almost like the chicken died before they could kill it.

So the Duke suggested hard boiling it for the dog. Good idea Duke.
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This was the toughest test of the Duke yet. I slowly worked my way around the shell. Gently tapping so as not to shatter the blade.
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Soon enough the shell gave way. I'll have Phillip Magna-flux the blade when I send it back. Just in case.

Last effort for this morning. The Duke sliced up the K9's hard boiled egg.
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*Full Disclosure #1*
All food was prepared this morning as you see it.
Along with the high tech cookware.
The rock table is actually a meteor from the planet Krypton!

**Full Disclosure #2**
The Dog only got half that hard boiled egg!!
Yours truly took the other half.
 
I used the pommel of a Mark 3 to grind coffee in camp. Because the guy who bought it didn't realize he had beans instead of ground.

just wanted to de-rail your thread long enough to say thank you. I added the start to another chapter in my book last night, after waking up from being slightly drifted off...half dreaming half remembering a similar situation with a Camillus pilots knife. Though the reason I had beans instead of ground was of a more prosaic nature... I might have forgotten that part of the story without the reminder. I love the MK-3 by the way, one has hung on my bed post quite often for several years. Though the new ones are tougher in the tip, I did like the pointiness of the old ones :)

Love the campfire cooking pics by the way!!
 
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