So I was going to drive up the mountain and dig up a fir to keep in a big pot as a Christmas tree. I'd been using a little spruce, and cursing it every year, because its fracking sharp! I just had one stop to drop off the dolly my buddy had loaned me. Anyway he talked me into staying a while, and we kept looking at the spruce growing up outside his kitchen window. He wanted it topped, his wife wanted it cut down. I just wanted to get out my kukris. 
So I climbed a ladder and I topped it with this 17 in 27 oz WW II by Kumar:
Then his wife was saying it looked funny, and it did without the top. I'm chomping at the bit, looking at the base thinking its only about 5 inches wide. I suggest that it'll be easier to cut it down than shape it. Please say cut it down, pretty please. She said yes.
I chopped it down, limbed it up, and helped carry it to the burn pile. The WWII performed beautifully, with good solid chopping weight. Sharp as could be afterward. It was a blem and had a crack in the handle, which i superglued, then sanded down. I could have done a better job at that, but it's not going anywhere, and feels smooth.
My friend asked if I always carried the kukri in my car. I said, heck yes, and I usually find something to do with it too.
I ended up taking home the spruce top, way bigger tree than I'd intended, but it seemed appropriate. I figure one more year of sharp spruce will teach my little kids to be careful around the tree. A little lesson in caution. The kids had a great time decorating, with my littlest yelling, "Merry Christmas Everyone!"
Here's the whole gang: AK, KLVUK, WWII and Chitlangi

So I climbed a ladder and I topped it with this 17 in 27 oz WW II by Kumar:

Then his wife was saying it looked funny, and it did without the top. I'm chomping at the bit, looking at the base thinking its only about 5 inches wide. I suggest that it'll be easier to cut it down than shape it. Please say cut it down, pretty please. She said yes.


I chopped it down, limbed it up, and helped carry it to the burn pile. The WWII performed beautifully, with good solid chopping weight. Sharp as could be afterward. It was a blem and had a crack in the handle, which i superglued, then sanded down. I could have done a better job at that, but it's not going anywhere, and feels smooth.
My friend asked if I always carried the kukri in my car. I said, heck yes, and I usually find something to do with it too.
I ended up taking home the spruce top, way bigger tree than I'd intended, but it seemed appropriate. I figure one more year of sharp spruce will teach my little kids to be careful around the tree. A little lesson in caution. The kids had a great time decorating, with my littlest yelling, "Merry Christmas Everyone!"
Here's the whole gang: AK, KLVUK, WWII and Chitlangi
