ckirk1311
Scout
This has got to be some sort of neurological disorder.
I've been experiencing some things lately that just aren't normal... Like passing by the neighbors debris pile, looking at it and identifying 2 or 3 types of useful wood in it, thinkin', "is he gonna throw that away?", "He's not going to burn that is he?", "That would make a great x,y or z handle".
A little while back, my dad purchased some tarps. As I was setting them out covering some things for him, I couldn't immediately identify the material they were made of so I did what anybody would do and began molesting his tarps... pulling on them seeing if they stretched at all, looking for tags with a thread count, lol, etc... He saw this and looked at me in the strangest way and asked, "what... are... you doing?" The whole time, I had been calculating the rough cost of materials to turn this thing into a tarp tent in my head.
I have also been unable to throw about half my garbage away until I carefully consider wether I'll be able to use this material for some bushcraft related project. I've actually started a box for this and it's full of ibuprofen bottles, spice bottles, sandpaper scraps, vacuum cleaner belts, short pieces of wire, string and paracord... and heaven forbid I have a piece of clothing to toss out... Is it cotton? Can I make some charcloth out of it? Can I use it to make a new belt pouch?
Craziness.
This mornings incident was a little over the top though. I figured it was time to reveal my disorder and seek some help. You know, they say it's better to talk to someone about these things... anyway...
I was looking at the news and some political mess was going on. There was a photo of one of the politicians on a stage and the light was shining through his HAIR in just the right way. I took one look at that and thought, "you know, if I hit that with a firesteel, I bet it would go right up in flames".
That last one was a little extreme and maybe you haven't had that happen but the question remains...
"Do you have bushcraft on the brain?"
Tell us allll about it!
I've been experiencing some things lately that just aren't normal... Like passing by the neighbors debris pile, looking at it and identifying 2 or 3 types of useful wood in it, thinkin', "is he gonna throw that away?", "He's not going to burn that is he?", "That would make a great x,y or z handle".
A little while back, my dad purchased some tarps. As I was setting them out covering some things for him, I couldn't immediately identify the material they were made of so I did what anybody would do and began molesting his tarps... pulling on them seeing if they stretched at all, looking for tags with a thread count, lol, etc... He saw this and looked at me in the strangest way and asked, "what... are... you doing?" The whole time, I had been calculating the rough cost of materials to turn this thing into a tarp tent in my head.
I have also been unable to throw about half my garbage away until I carefully consider wether I'll be able to use this material for some bushcraft related project. I've actually started a box for this and it's full of ibuprofen bottles, spice bottles, sandpaper scraps, vacuum cleaner belts, short pieces of wire, string and paracord... and heaven forbid I have a piece of clothing to toss out... Is it cotton? Can I make some charcloth out of it? Can I use it to make a new belt pouch?
Craziness.
This mornings incident was a little over the top though. I figured it was time to reveal my disorder and seek some help. You know, they say it's better to talk to someone about these things... anyway...
I was looking at the news and some political mess was going on. There was a photo of one of the politicians on a stage and the light was shining through his HAIR in just the right way. I took one look at that and thought, "you know, if I hit that with a firesteel, I bet it would go right up in flames".
That last one was a little extreme and maybe you haven't had that happen but the question remains...
"Do you have bushcraft on the brain?"
Tell us allll about it!
Seriously though, I'm thinking that everyone is this way except our wives who can't fathom that we don't want to throw everything away.
