It's an old truth that when a Boxer swings and misses, he looses more energy than if he'd connected. I think that's true- though it might be best to ask an old Boxer....
There are many HI models I cannot afford. It's always been that way. And even in the varients close to my heart, those 18" to 20" 28oz or so wood choppers/cougar slaying khuks, I must pace myself or risk revolution here at home. I think some of you would laugh at my 'allowance'.
Like many a good gunnie, I wheedle, I negotiate, I rationalize...I cook the books. ( just a little) And at the end of every year, as I've aquired even more khuks, and given a couple away, I'm in good shape. No pain. Even a smile on my face. Life has been good to me. This is actually all gravy, you know, as in misspent prior decades I should have expired. But I didn't. I lived to raise sons and aquire khuks. I used to aquire firearms but it's so hard to do that when these Deals of the Day are so choice.
Most of you will agree we've never had it so good. There are new and unique models every month it seems, and variations. There are more of the features dear to our hearts.
Every two months or a little longer I'll usually buy a khuk. I'm not on the fast track. I don't finish in the Top Ten. As far as sharking goes, my bites are restrained. So what am I writing about here? Well, I'd forgotten what it is like to try and miss on a blade I really wanted.
There's no sense comparing this to, 'the thrill of victory, the agony of defeat", but it does leave a few lonesome moments in one when the Deal that seemed so right gets chomped up by a larger, quicker fish. And I'd rather forgotten that.
Some blades you see instantly and just have to have. You strike. You may or may not get. Other blades...grow on you. You find yourself returning to the Sales page, 'just to look'. A feeling builds. You imagine holding the blade, chopping a little wood, maybe carving a Zombie a new mouth, and all of a sudden you're juggling accounts and cash and emailing Yangdu for another khuk.
I think the khuks that grow on you are actually more powerful than many of the ones you just happened to bid on and got.
Well, that's about it. All I had to say. Nothing like swinging on empty air, chomping down on atmosphere, wringing an expense account out to find NO SALE.
Ahh, but it's good to be alive, and you know there'll be a next time when the planets align and your own personal number comes up Sevens.
PS; here's the real prize, though. I took my Kindergartner and the Yangdu Special hiking up MT Zortman yesterday. We climbed a bunch. That's one going five year old, I'll tell you. These smaller blades have a real place. I get tired carrying my optimum 18 incher. Right now the 3 year old and the 9 year old and I are going for a walk in the rimrock and Pines. I'll take the Special along again.
Being able to spend this time with loved ones, and from a arsenal select the right blade for the afternoon; well, that's pretty neat.
munk
There are many HI models I cannot afford. It's always been that way. And even in the varients close to my heart, those 18" to 20" 28oz or so wood choppers/cougar slaying khuks, I must pace myself or risk revolution here at home. I think some of you would laugh at my 'allowance'.
Like many a good gunnie, I wheedle, I negotiate, I rationalize...I cook the books. ( just a little) And at the end of every year, as I've aquired even more khuks, and given a couple away, I'm in good shape. No pain. Even a smile on my face. Life has been good to me. This is actually all gravy, you know, as in misspent prior decades I should have expired. But I didn't. I lived to raise sons and aquire khuks. I used to aquire firearms but it's so hard to do that when these Deals of the Day are so choice.
Most of you will agree we've never had it so good. There are new and unique models every month it seems, and variations. There are more of the features dear to our hearts.
Every two months or a little longer I'll usually buy a khuk. I'm not on the fast track. I don't finish in the Top Ten. As far as sharking goes, my bites are restrained. So what am I writing about here? Well, I'd forgotten what it is like to try and miss on a blade I really wanted.
There's no sense comparing this to, 'the thrill of victory, the agony of defeat", but it does leave a few lonesome moments in one when the Deal that seemed so right gets chomped up by a larger, quicker fish. And I'd rather forgotten that.
Some blades you see instantly and just have to have. You strike. You may or may not get. Other blades...grow on you. You find yourself returning to the Sales page, 'just to look'. A feeling builds. You imagine holding the blade, chopping a little wood, maybe carving a Zombie a new mouth, and all of a sudden you're juggling accounts and cash and emailing Yangdu for another khuk.
I think the khuks that grow on you are actually more powerful than many of the ones you just happened to bid on and got.
Well, that's about it. All I had to say. Nothing like swinging on empty air, chomping down on atmosphere, wringing an expense account out to find NO SALE.
Ahh, but it's good to be alive, and you know there'll be a next time when the planets align and your own personal number comes up Sevens.
PS; here's the real prize, though. I took my Kindergartner and the Yangdu Special hiking up MT Zortman yesterday. We climbed a bunch. That's one going five year old, I'll tell you. These smaller blades have a real place. I get tired carrying my optimum 18 incher. Right now the 3 year old and the 9 year old and I are going for a walk in the rimrock and Pines. I'll take the Special along again.
Being able to spend this time with loved ones, and from a arsenal select the right blade for the afternoon; well, that's pretty neat.
munk
