Security takes various forms depending on the situation. For those who man the Southern Border of the
United States as US Border Patrol the object becomes twofold. Foremost is the job itself to safeguard the
border from incursions related to illegal entry and drug smuggling as well as watching
for those bent on gaining access into the country in order to commit nefarious
acts. It’s not a glamorous job and,
despite the ongoing attempts by the BP brass to drum up publicity, most agents
go about their work as it is perhaps meant to be: A job that allows them to
spend a lot of time in the woods as well as a means to support their
families. You’ll never hear about agents
becoming infested with pinolios or
seed ticks when they tromp through nearly impenetrable brush along the Rio
Grande nor will you hear about them walking up on six foot rattlesnakes in
knee-high dry grass when in the upland brush.
And unless something goes terribly wrong you’ll not hear about them smashing
their way into weed and coke-filled hideouts while keeping an eye out for gun
totting bad guys. This, of course,
brings up the second object in the security equation: The need to protect one’s
self. The idea of protection however is not one-dimensional. A sidearm is imperative but should never be
the only means of defense. For that matter
neither should a cutting tool. A few
weeks ago several Special Ops Border Patrol stopped by the cabin as they often
do to examine my latest knives and learn a bit more about survival in the South
Texas Brushlands. I always look forward
to their visits and it was on that occasion that I gave each of them granjeno walking canes with instructions
to always keep them handy when cutting sign.
“Use these canes to probe the ground in front of you,” I said. About ten days later one of the BP called me
to say the cane I’d given him had saved him from a nasty rattlesnake bite on
two separate occasions. And so it was
yesterday that a couple of Special Ops BP drove to the cabin to inspect my
latest knife creation as well as talk brushland survival then later have me accompany
them to cut sign through a large patch of stubble grass, sun-burnt shrubs and
fine-particle sand. This, my friends, is
a sign-cutters worst nightmare. Even
over rocks a good tracker can spot idiosyncratic anomalies that indicate where
people have traveled. But on fine-particle
sand (especially when the wind is blowing) tracks become obliterated in as
little as an hour. It’s also difficult
to tell exactly how old a footprint might be since even fresh tracks on
fine-particle sand appear old if compared to tracks seen on other types of
soils. We’d had an incident the day before
when two women and a man walked up our driveway scared and defeated. They’d been wandering through the brush for
four days with nothing but a couple of bottles of water (now empty) and three
cans of peaches (two of them already consumed) and all they wanted was water
and for me to call the Border Patrol to come pick them up. Now listen up all you survivalist wannabes
who love to talk about the latest character changes on those amateurish TV
survival shows and who wouldn’t last ten days in the woods if it were the real
thing. What I witness out here is genuine survival! I see it on almost a weekly basis. I encounter people who have faced extreme conditions,
some of them for up to a week walking in temperatures as high as 110 degrees Fahrenheit
with little to no water, with no backpack full of gear, with no knife, no
matches, no food, and no flashlight or ferro rod. I find them panicked and sick. I find them disoriented, gone crazy from lack
of water. I find them wild-eyed and in
shock. And I find what’s left of them
after they succumbed to the heat and their tongues swelled up to where they
could no longer talk or even breathe and they collapsed on sunbaked sand and
lapsed into unconsciousness; and hopefully they died quietly because when night
came the wild hogs sniffed their scent and by morning all that’s left is a
scattering of blood-red bones. By
noontime the buzzards have finished the task of sweeping away any vestige of
who they might have been. The three
folks who walked up to the cabin even as the dogs barked furiously were nearing
the end. The older woman was suffering
from acute dehydration. Her 14-year old
daughter was scared though in better shape than her 39-year old mother. The 27-year old fellow with them was weak and
disoriented. They were weeping and
pleading for water. “Please call la Migracíon,” they said. So I called the Border Patrol then asked them
to sit under a mesquite tree while I brought them water and some peanut butter
sandwiches. I knew it would take an hour
at least for the BP to make it out to my place so we began talking about what
they’d just gone through as well as their long journey across parts of Central
America then through Mexico and ultimately to the ranchlands along the South
Texas desert known as The Sand Sheet. I’m
saving that talk for a book I’m working on about this life I live since the
telling would be too long for a blog post.
When the book comes out I think you will find it interesting as well as
informative.
Yesterday when the Special Ops fellows were here they wanted
to look at my knives as always. When I
showed them my two latest machete choppers pictured in this post one of them
said, “Arthur, now you’ve got to let these go.
This is what we need.” I smiled
and then shot them a price and he said, “Done deal.” To which I countered, “Okay,
let’s try them out on that mesquite over there.” So in 95 degree heat I had two young fellows whacking
away at the mesquite and then a brasil that needed pruning. And that was that. I’ve been asked to make some more of these
heavy machetes. And so I will.
These are robust, full-tang machetes designed for cleaving
whatever needs to be cleaved—and again we’re talking situational scrutiny
here. They are ultra-sharp with shallow
convex bevels. Made from 5160
leaf-springs they are differentially tempered with three different Rockwell hardness
calibrations at the bevel edge, the spine and at the juncture of the
handle. The scales were epoxied onto the
¼ inch thick tang then pinned with brass. The blades run 10 ¾ inches long and the dark
machete’s handle measures 5 ¾ inches while the antiqued machete’s handle
measures 6 9/16 inches.
The three who had survived four days in the desert were in remarkably good shape considering the ordeal they’d just been through. But these are people who are used to hard
times, accustomed to living without many of the niceties Americans and
Europeans take for granted. In other words,
they’re tough. Besides, they’d never do
anything as foolish and downright stupid as troll the backwoods or deserts butt
naked. But then again neither did they
have a film crew within feet of them ready to whisk them off to a comfy bed and
nice meal. Like I said, this is true
survival. But lest anyone think
romantically or foolishly regarding these scenarios let me add that the issue,
especially here on the US/Mexico border, is complicated. Homesteaders, particularly those living
within a few miles of the Rio Grande, are robbed, their buildings are raided, mounds
of trash liter their properties, and many of them live in fear of who might be
lurking in the woods near their houses.
We too have had things stolen and on a couple of occasions people
arrived who would obviously take us down if they got the upper hand. Guns, dogs and knives don’t play trivial roles
in these parts. A New York-based TV
production team doesn’t stand by to catch everything on film. Yes, we’re opinionated and look on people who
proclaim they’ve got “twenty years of expertise teaching survival” as
neophytes. We’re not all that impressed either
by anyone who comes along and says he was a former sniper or tactical Army guru
in the Middle East or some such nonsense.
No, this ain’t Hollywood and we keep our clothes on and live quiet lives
or at least try to keep things tranquil.
This coming week the Border Patrol will show up to talk knives and ask
questions about survival from an old man who’s spent most of his life in the woods. We’ll swap jokes and they’ll want to see some
selfbows and river reed arrows. Questions
on Intel; and even small talk about family and how my dog that got bit by a
rattlesnake a few weeks ago is doing. I’ve
got more requests for walking canes and I’m happy to give the BP what I’ve
got. I guess I’ll get more requests for
heavy machetes too. But that’s going to
cost a few nickels.
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ReplyDeleteBarney,
DeleteThanks for taking the time to comment.
I appreciate your thoughts.
Great post, Thanks for your insight.
ReplyDeleteWe'll try to keep things coming as time permits.
DeleteThanks for your kind words.
Great post. I'm sure you'll let us know when the book comes out.
ReplyDeleteYes, I'm working on that book. Hope to have it out by the end of the year or thereabouts. Thanks for your comment.
DeleteWhat and interesting insight in lives that are totaly allien to us here in the uk.
ReplyDeleteGreat post.Thanks for sharing.
Yes, I imagine it must be quite different. And thanks for taking the time to read the post.
DeleteGreat post and great knives. I'd love to see a picture of the granjeno walking canes as well.
ReplyDeleteI'm hobbling around with a healing broken ankle and I'm learning more than I'd like about canes.
Granjeno (Celtis pallida) is a relatively hard wood with a specific gravity in the high 0.70s. It must be dried carefully to avoid splitting but is nowhere near as temperamental as retama my other favorite walking cane wood. I'll do a post on making a retama walking cane perhaps later this week. But here is a post I made a couple of years ago on the granjeno walking staff. The canes I gave the Border Patrol are a bit shorter than the ones in the post, or about 47-48 inches long in order to fit into a vehicle easier. That's plenty long to use for walking, tracking, and probing out for rattlers.
DeleteCheck out: May 9, 2012 "The Walking Stick"
http://woodsroamer.blogspot.com/2012/05/walking-stick.html
Отличные мачете, шикарно выглядят.
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