In the Southwest and particularly in the thorn and
spine-ridden places called “brushlands” the need for proper cutting tools is
oftentimes paramount. These are unforgiving
lands. Unless immersed in the brush from
an early age it is unlikely one ever becomes fully acclimated and “at home.” There is no such thing as a casual jaunt into
el monte. And while many people journey to these
regions to hunt or engage in various outdoor activities they are usually
carefully monitored or looked after by seasoned guides. This applies as well to folks who come to the
brush from nearby cities. Most of them drive
or are driven from one place to another.
They frequently hunt from or are placed in “deer blinds” during the
hunting season and they are usually kept a safe distance from the thickest
brush. Old woods rats (and there are not
that many still around) can talk for hours about some tenderfoot or another who
made trouble by getting himself snake bit or became a human pincushion or got
lost or ran into a bunch of hogs and panicked.
One of the weirdest stories I ever heard was about a businessman who
some years back went hunting on a ranch not too many miles from where I
live. The ranch owner, who himself was
only minimally proficient in woodcraft, put the businessman in a deer blind and
instructed him not to go wandering around because the brush was teaming with
wild hogs. Apparently, the would-be
hunter had recently had a face-lift in Houston and his stitches had yet to be
completely healed. For whatever reason
that the rancher never understood the man decided to get down from the blind
and start poking around in the nearby brush.
Well, as predicted the fellow ran into a mess of hogs and panicked and loped
wildly through the thorn brush. In the
process he ripped out most of the stitches on his face. I remember the rancher saying, “That crazy
son of a bitch looked like he’d been mauled by a cougar. His face was a bloody mess and his clothes
were covered with blood. He had to go
back to Houston and get his face put back together. I guess some folks never learn.”
There are always stories floating around about people bending
down to pick up mesquite firewood and being struck by a lightning bolt
emanating from a scorpion’s stinger. And
then there are stories about people getting lost in the woods when they
ventured away from the pickup truck to answer nature’s call. One fellow not long ago told his guide he
needed to use the bathroom and so the guide stopped the truck and told the man,
“Just go beyond that nopal cactus yonder.”
The guide waited in the truck and after what seemed too long he got down
and yelled out for el dude hunter and
got no response. So he uttered a few
choice words and then set out to find the man.
Two hours later and two miles away the guide (now accompanied by several
other sign cutters) found el dude
hopelessly lost and ripped apart by thorns and spines. He was suffering from heat exhaustion and
thirst. “Where’d you go?” asked the
guide. The man looked at him and with
tears in his eyes said, “God sent you.”
The guide shook his head and answered, “Well it sure as hell looks like
you found the devil out here.”
In the way-out-north-of-here people grab a backpack and head
into the forest carrying their little “bushcraft” knife with its four-inch, Scandinavian
grind blade and maybe a small ax and they make a neat camp and take a siesta on the ground and then sit
enjoying nature. And we are so jealous
in the way-way-south of them where we dare never sleep on the ground lest a
rattler or scorpion or pamorana ant or centipede or velvet ant cuddle up
alongside and plant a big kiss on tu como
se llama.
If you’ve kept track of this blog you’ve read about walking
through the thorn brush and negotiating stands of nopal cactus and keeping eyes
out for rattlesnakes and never venturing far without water and about the
preference for longer blades than the four-inch classic bushcraft knife. Without question, we prefer carrying machetes
and pocket knives. In fact, if you ask a
local if he or she has ever heard of a “bushcraft knife with a Scandinavian
grind” they will look at you and probably say something like, “Nope.” But ask them their opinion about Latin
American machetes compared to machetes made in other places and invariably
they’ll start getting technical and say something like, “I prefer the Imacasa
(or Tramontina, or Bellotto or Hansa) brand because of XW and Z. And then they’ll lecture you about what blade
length they prefer and why. Ask them
about pocket knives and you’ll get responses dependent on their level of
woodcraft skills. A real serious woods
rat will probably be carrying a carbon steel slipjoint made by Case or Böker or
maybe Queen. You won’t see many of those
hokey-pokey tactical numbers that urban folks carry. After all, there’s really no need out in the
deepest brush to whip out the knife with a one-hand opening while looking cool
and mean. Besides, woods rats tend
towards the meticulous and contemplative.
And anyway it’s usually too hot to do otherwise.
I had a 12-inch Nicholson file that had been worked down to
the pulp like an old man’s teeth after years of bruxism and so I decided to make it into a smaller
Woods Roamer Knife. My intention was to
have something handy to whack off the thorns after cutting a branch to make whatever
I might have in mind. You must always
whack off the thorns because everything has thorns—unless, of course, you want
severe puncture wounds in your hands.
The handle is mesquite sap wood left large enough to provide
a good grip.
Blade Length: 20.32 centimeters
Handle Length: 15.25 centimeters
The blade has a steep convex grind that couples blade edge
integrity with whittling needs.
The smaller 12-inch mill file is also narrower in
cross-section and thus a bit lighter weight than the larger Woods Roamer Knives
made from 14-inch files.
The smaller Woods Roamer Knife placed alongside a larger
Woods Roamer Knife. Note: The black spot
on the smaller knife is not a pin but a knot projection from the heartwood.
Three Woods Roamer Knives: Two made from 14-inch mill files
and the newbie made from the 12-inch Nicholson file.
P.S.: tu como se llama in
South Texas usually refers to one’s backside.
Beautiful knives, I wonder how they would work up here in the North country? Hmmmmmm.., need someone to do some field testing? ;<)
ReplyDeleteWonderful blades Arturo, Doug.