Shovelbuck
Active Member
It's Ron's fault, it really is. /forum/images/%%GRAEMLIN_URL%%/grin.gif
This whole epic event started the other evening when Ron PM'd me this photo...........
He said something like....."this is a cool looking knife"
I thought so also, and told him that I bet I could have one built before he did. /forum/images/%%GRAEMLIN_URL%%/cool.gif
This "simple" primitive knife has tested me greatly since yesterday afternoon at which time I was ready to box it up and send to Ron and have him build it! But I wasn't quite ready to admit defeat quite yet.
Let's start at the beginning.
I left the house yesterday morning telling my wife that I was headed to the river to get a leg bone from a deer. She looked at me a bit strange, said I was weird, and I was on my way. I knew where a dead buck had been laying since two hunting seasons ago so I figured this would be a quick trip. I was incorrect. A couple years of leaves and other woods stuff had completely covered the skeleton. What nature gives, she takes away. Thankfully, I knew where it was so after some digging was able to come up with some leg bones to use as a handle.
After returning home I grabbed a cow leg bone I already had and cut a slab from it. This in itself turning into quite a task and a couple saw blades. Leg bone from cow is hard stuff!
Now I figured it would be a short, filing and sanding job and the blade would be done. Wrong! I was trying everything in my arsonal of implements of destruction and this bone refused to give up. It was time to regroup.................
To be continued................................................
This whole epic event started the other evening when Ron PM'd me this photo...........
He said something like....."this is a cool looking knife"
I thought so also, and told him that I bet I could have one built before he did. /forum/images/%%GRAEMLIN_URL%%/cool.gif
This "simple" primitive knife has tested me greatly since yesterday afternoon at which time I was ready to box it up and send to Ron and have him build it! But I wasn't quite ready to admit defeat quite yet.
Let's start at the beginning.
I left the house yesterday morning telling my wife that I was headed to the river to get a leg bone from a deer. She looked at me a bit strange, said I was weird, and I was on my way. I knew where a dead buck had been laying since two hunting seasons ago so I figured this would be a quick trip. I was incorrect. A couple years of leaves and other woods stuff had completely covered the skeleton. What nature gives, she takes away. Thankfully, I knew where it was so after some digging was able to come up with some leg bones to use as a handle.
After returning home I grabbed a cow leg bone I already had and cut a slab from it. This in itself turning into quite a task and a couple saw blades. Leg bone from cow is hard stuff!
Now I figured it would be a short, filing and sanding job and the blade would be done. Wrong! I was trying everything in my arsonal of implements of destruction and this bone refused to give up. It was time to regroup.................
To be continued................................................
