Rider
Guide
Wasn't a fantastic expedition or even anything out of the normal, but was enjoyable and the first time I've got to really go kick around for more than an hour or so in the woods since I've recovered(I was pretty much bedridden for three weeks and dropped 20lbs). Am still a bit weak, especially after all that, "exercise" so I'm taking a break now and figured I'd just write 'er up for fun while I wait for my knees to become un-rubbery :44:
Well, me or my family doesn't really do Christmas, so my brother and I figured today would be a good day to finally get out into the sticks and mess around. Due to our typical form, it was one calamity after another. Well...that's a bit much. Let's just say our trips are always laced heavily with humor. Usually the, "laughing through the pain" kind, but...
Firstoff, we didn't get going til an hour after we were supposed to...Second, it's in the 20's and I'm wearing leather moccasins since I do not currently own hiking boots. Let's just say wool socks are a gift from God. This was also the first test of my BK9 outside of the back yard...Really, really love it.
I stripped the blade yesterday and sharpened it good, and it performs great. Used it as a machete, hatchet, batoned it though some logs...Am very pleased and impressed. Might right a review on it later.
Walked a ways, decided to build a fire and have breakfast as we previously planned last night. Having forgot his ferro rod at his house(we only live about 75 yards apart), he uses my much cheaper one to start the fire while I process the firewood. He then, being a bit more of a gearhead than I, who am a bit more of a minimalist/DIY'er, broke out his cooking set and began to make spam, eggs and hot cocoa. Complete with seasonings. I pulled out a can of beef stew, peeled off the label, and peeled back the top with the cool little tab thingy. Aside from...there wasn't one. Then, I realized I got a different brand than usual. My brother finds this hilarious, and I admit to some salty language on my part. Then, I realize that I have my leatherman. Glory Halleluiah. :dblthumb:
Not being particularly used to that style of canopener, it takes me about five minutes to peel it back. He asked me if I ever even used one before, I said yeah, and even managed to lay my thumb open with it. Which of course was cue for it to slip and cut my thumb. :25: More strong language, and I reply, "Like that"...Which was greeted by uproarious laughter. Naturally...
Then, standing there whittling my spoon with the Mora, I realize that my last two strokes send the shavings thereof into the can. Lovely. Then, spoon not yet finished, Ryan clips off a small twig and I fish them out, only to have a toothpick thickness twig on the one I'm already using break off and fall in as I'm stirring it. I left it in there.
The next several moments were uneventful, until he took the very hot skillet off of the open fire. With his bare hand. Which, is admittedly a step up from last time...Which was a steel canteen cup. Setting beside an open fire. Full of boiling water...He grabbed it like it was a soda can, and spent the next half hour crashing around through the brush looking for jewelweed. Anyhow, As I'm snickering at his current tragedy, I of course get a face full of smoke and end up dancing around the fire clutching my eyes in both hands and announced that I had figured out how and why the Indian Dance originated. :17:
Finished eating and rambled around a little without large event after that, packed up and hiked back. Coming into the top of the back yard(more like a field) which is at a slope and wet, I announce that, "after all that, you're probably going to slip and wipe out in the mud about ten feet from your truck" ....Words barely leave my mouth, and I fall. :30: Happily it wasn't a total crash-and-burn.....
So, Yes, I realize I didn't actually say much about the trip, but hopefully at least some of you can enjoy my family's unique sense of humor By the way, my Brother is, "Choppedliver" on here...Which, says even more about his sense, or lack of, humor. Please mercilessly make fun of him :40: And try talking him into buying himself a BK9 instead of jewelry for his wife, I'm having difficulties with it :4:
Well, me or my family doesn't really do Christmas, so my brother and I figured today would be a good day to finally get out into the sticks and mess around. Due to our typical form, it was one calamity after another. Well...that's a bit much. Let's just say our trips are always laced heavily with humor. Usually the, "laughing through the pain" kind, but...
Firstoff, we didn't get going til an hour after we were supposed to...Second, it's in the 20's and I'm wearing leather moccasins since I do not currently own hiking boots. Let's just say wool socks are a gift from God. This was also the first test of my BK9 outside of the back yard...Really, really love it.
I stripped the blade yesterday and sharpened it good, and it performs great. Used it as a machete, hatchet, batoned it though some logs...Am very pleased and impressed. Might right a review on it later.
Walked a ways, decided to build a fire and have breakfast as we previously planned last night. Having forgot his ferro rod at his house(we only live about 75 yards apart), he uses my much cheaper one to start the fire while I process the firewood. He then, being a bit more of a gearhead than I, who am a bit more of a minimalist/DIY'er, broke out his cooking set and began to make spam, eggs and hot cocoa. Complete with seasonings. I pulled out a can of beef stew, peeled off the label, and peeled back the top with the cool little tab thingy. Aside from...there wasn't one. Then, I realized I got a different brand than usual. My brother finds this hilarious, and I admit to some salty language on my part. Then, I realize that I have my leatherman. Glory Halleluiah. :dblthumb:
Not being particularly used to that style of canopener, it takes me about five minutes to peel it back. He asked me if I ever even used one before, I said yeah, and even managed to lay my thumb open with it. Which of course was cue for it to slip and cut my thumb. :25: More strong language, and I reply, "Like that"...Which was greeted by uproarious laughter. Naturally...
Then, standing there whittling my spoon with the Mora, I realize that my last two strokes send the shavings thereof into the can. Lovely. Then, spoon not yet finished, Ryan clips off a small twig and I fish them out, only to have a toothpick thickness twig on the one I'm already using break off and fall in as I'm stirring it. I left it in there.
The next several moments were uneventful, until he took the very hot skillet off of the open fire. With his bare hand. Which, is admittedly a step up from last time...Which was a steel canteen cup. Setting beside an open fire. Full of boiling water...He grabbed it like it was a soda can, and spent the next half hour crashing around through the brush looking for jewelweed. Anyhow, As I'm snickering at his current tragedy, I of course get a face full of smoke and end up dancing around the fire clutching my eyes in both hands and announced that I had figured out how and why the Indian Dance originated. :17:
Finished eating and rambled around a little without large event after that, packed up and hiked back. Coming into the top of the back yard(more like a field) which is at a slope and wet, I announce that, "after all that, you're probably going to slip and wipe out in the mud about ten feet from your truck" ....Words barely leave my mouth, and I fall. :30: Happily it wasn't a total crash-and-burn.....
So, Yes, I realize I didn't actually say much about the trip, but hopefully at least some of you can enjoy my family's unique sense of humor By the way, my Brother is, "Choppedliver" on here...Which, says even more about his sense, or lack of, humor. Please mercilessly make fun of him :40: And try talking him into buying himself a BK9 instead of jewelry for his wife, I'm having difficulties with it :4:
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By the way, my Brother is, "Atomic Rooster" on here...Which, says even more about his sense, or lack of, humor. Please mercilessly make fun of him :dblthumb: And try talking him into buying himself a BK9 instead of jewelry for his wife, I'm having difficulties with it :4:
