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Today was my day to drive some people up to a horse ranch about 60 miles form here. The last time I drove them, I was bored silly for 6 hours while they played with the horsies. I had to stay right there with the bus "just in case". Did I mention how boring this was?
So, today, I packed along a knife or two and a small block of yellow cedar, figuring I'd practice my eyes and noses.
Before everybody went off and left me by myself (sniffle), they laid out a fire, asking me to start it in a couple hours so they could have a weenie roast when they got back. Sure, no problem.
I take a look through the collected wood because as we all know, you never where you're going to find a good piece of wood. And I find a nice, gnarly piece of birch, a branch obviously, as one end made a tight turn, giving the impression of a lazy 'L' shape. It was about 2 inches thick and not quite 3 feet long. Hmmm...
An hour later, I had a credible eagle's head carved out of it, with only the eyes left to do. About then, I got the fire going, then back to carving the eyes, then adding a few feathers back of the head.
The happy horseketeers arrived about then and broke out the munchies, and we all fell too. I set the not quite finished walking stick/cane aside, thinking I would bring it home and finish it, maybe present it to my brother for father's day (he's a chief of the Eagle Clan here)
We pack everything up, drive home, dump everybody off, I park the bus and go to get my stuff and ....
No cane.
Somehow, it either got left behind, or one of my passengers has sticky fingers. Grrr!
But now I find I want to make another walking stick/cane. I never had this inclination before.
It must be some sort of infection I picked up from reading about and looking at all the sticks you guys work on.
So, today, I packed along a knife or two and a small block of yellow cedar, figuring I'd practice my eyes and noses.
Before everybody went off and left me by myself (sniffle), they laid out a fire, asking me to start it in a couple hours so they could have a weenie roast when they got back. Sure, no problem.
I take a look through the collected wood because as we all know, you never where you're going to find a good piece of wood. And I find a nice, gnarly piece of birch, a branch obviously, as one end made a tight turn, giving the impression of a lazy 'L' shape. It was about 2 inches thick and not quite 3 feet long. Hmmm...
An hour later, I had a credible eagle's head carved out of it, with only the eyes left to do. About then, I got the fire going, then back to carving the eyes, then adding a few feathers back of the head.
The happy horseketeers arrived about then and broke out the munchies, and we all fell too. I set the not quite finished walking stick/cane aside, thinking I would bring it home and finish it, maybe present it to my brother for father's day (he's a chief of the Eagle Clan here)
We pack everything up, drive home, dump everybody off, I park the bus and go to get my stuff and ....
No cane.
Somehow, it either got left behind, or one of my passengers has sticky fingers. Grrr!
But now I find I want to make another walking stick/cane. I never had this inclination before.
It must be some sort of infection I picked up from reading about and looking at all the sticks you guys work on.
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