Karen and I finished our evening walk tonight, and as we were walking back to the car past the boat ramp on the lake I couldn't help but admire the sunset. I don't know why, but winter time always has the best sunsets and dawns. This one was a golden hue with some burnt orange and some dark streaks of wispy high clouds. I wondered how early man must have looked at sunsets with a little bit of dread if they were not back at the saftey of their cave, and out on the hunt. Armed with stone tipped spears and a flake of obsidian for cutting, they got by on very little.
Some of the very recent posts have made me think again of the simple tool for cutting. I remember seeing a demonstration of how effective the single little flake was, as a Park Ranger skinned out a deer that had been killed. The little flake of stone in his hand was not much bigger than a blade on a Victorinox classic, certainly not quite as big as the blade of a peanut, but it sliced through hide and tissue easy.How many thousands of years did early man survive with only the most basic of tools to wrest a living from his hostile environment.
Sunnyd is generosly giving away some Vic classics, and I've come to realize these are some of the most usefull little knives one can have about their person. Once upon a time I scorned them, but my better half, Karen, was a lesson in just how effective they were. I had given her one for her keyring, figuring it made a good womans knife for snipping a thread here and there. Over the course of a year or so watching her do some very respectable cutting with it, I added one to my keyring. I started to use it for alot of things just because my keyring hanging on my belt loop by a carabiner was handier than my pocket.
Alot of people seem to be trying the smaller knives, and flyfisherman, giving me more credit than is due, said I started a revolution. I don't know if I'm ready to lead any masses yet on a cause, but I think the trend to a smaller anything is a natural thing. Maybe I reached a point of getting older that I just did not feel like carrying large heavy objects anymore. Certainly once a long time ago I carried a Randall number 14 as my woods knife. Now I carry an old buck 102 woodman or a wood handle mora. I manage to get the same job done. The 70 pound canoe Karen and I used to enjoy the water with has been replaced with a couple of 36 pound kayaks. I was looking at the sunset by the lake today, and I thought of something Mr. Van said to me all those years ago.
We had gathered for a hike, and the cars were parked at the trailhead, and somehow Mr. Van had forgot his hiking staff. We watched him as he went along the stream there, and he selected a hornbeam that was one of two, growing very close together. He told us that if we ever had to cut a living tree, try to cut the smaller one of two like that because it most likely will be crowded out by the bigger tree and not survive anyways. He stooped down and took out his pocket knife. Now Mr. Van was a big one for pocket knives, and he always had a couple on him. Of course on a scout outing he had his bone handle Remington, but he used and loved plain little serpintine jacks in the 3 1/4 to 3 3/8 range. He used them around camp to whittle, carve indian faces in kerchief rings, and most any odd cutting. Imperial, Camillus, Hammer brand. They all had thin carbon blades that he had shaving sharp.
Over the next few minutes he cut down that hornbeam to make himself a hiking stick for the day. Mr. Van was a stickler for a scout having his hiking stick. He notched it all around and little chips fell from the spot where he was cutting, and then he stood up and broke it right off where he had notched and grooved it. Only a few minutes more and he had it trimmed down and ready for duty. I doubt his blade was more than two inches. Me and Ev were standing close to him as he finished, and Ev made a comment admiringly " Wow, he didn't even need a hatchet."
I'll never forget what Mr. Van said then as he looked at us.
"It ain't what you need, boy, it's figuring out what you don't need."
It didn't make sense to me at the time, I figured it was something known only to Mr. Van and my father, and that I would only understand it in time. And in time I did. But I needed to evolve first.
We all evolve, like our very distant ancestors who used a single obsidian flake to cut up that haunch of something they killed with a stone tipped spear. Then evolution goes on and things get more and more complex, and we tend to forget the basic simple things that got us here. Maybe we have to evolve far enough so we can come back around to where we were as a youth, when things were more simple. We forget those days of single shot J.C.Higgens shotguns dropping that first rabbit or squirrel, and the little two blade pocket knife we got at the hardware store that cleaned it. We moved on to expensive shotguns, custom knives, and we evolved to a higher plain. But we have to travel a full circle to really apretiate it. Now sunnyd is giving some of us the chance to go small again. To find out how a small tool is very capable if used right. Like our very own ElCuchillo skinning a gator with a peanut, some of us will discover again a simple truth, "It ain't what you need, boy, its figuring out what you don't need."
I wonder if the vic classic, one of the most ubiqutous pen knives of the last 20 years, is the new age equivelent of the single stone flake.
(This is not an entry to the give away, but just a long winded comment on it. If need be, a mod can move it as a post of it's own.)