Friday, October 2, 2015

LITTLE SKINNER ???


My son, Matthew, asked me to make him a new knife and after drawing several designs on a piece of paper he said, “I like the way the bevel curves on this one but could you make the blade a bit wider?”  So I widened the blade and then cut out the template and Matthew approved and the results are pictured below.


Now I’m a bit backwards when it comes to this sort of design because I know diddly about specialized knives.  These days it’s all about market forces; and if I may drop my two cents in all this derives from a society high on abundance and consumption and low on skills.  There’re guys out there who own hundreds of knives and are looking for excuses to buy new ones.  There’s the bushcraft crowd, the “tacticool” groupies, the hunters and “sportsmen,” and the survivalists.  Then there’re the Ninja types and the guys and (ladies) who think those reality naked & starving shows and the dueling ego episodes are actually worth discussing, gossiping over and writing about.  The loyal fans rush out to buy copies of the knife used by their latest hero… “Isn’t that the same knife that Max Steel uses in Alone Against Nature?”

Not long ago I was visiting a relative who owns a ranch not far from here and on that day a couple of slickers showed up from the city to hunt hogs.  Somehow my relative had agreed to let the guys hunt (he must’ve been drunk at the time) but anyway they showed up ready for action and in nearly identical uniforms: Camouflage from head to foot, snake-proof boots, baseball type gimme caps, wrap-around sunglasses, and toting monster military assault-type rifles with tactical scopes.  Oh, did I mention they drove up in a 4-wheel drive diesel pickup truck?  A page right out of Outdoor Life or Field & Stream or maybe Guns & Ammo.  “I’m out of here,” I told my relative.  He said, “Let me go put these boys in a couple of blinds and I’ll be right back.  Don’t go anywhere.”  So the two slickers climbed into the back of my primo’s pickup truck and then deposited them in their respective blinds.  Then he drove back and we sat under the porch talking about old times; you know, when hunting was actually hunting and guys walked around with 30/30s and .250 Savage 99s and wore blue-jeans and crumpled felt hats and wedged-soled leather boots.  Flannel or wool shirts and carrying carbon steel knives they’d bought at the Feed & Seed store.  Antler handles, three or four-inch blades, modified convex grinds.  If you paid more than twenty-bucks you were either too dumb to know any better or you were from the big city and so not knowing any better wasn’t held against you.  But these two “hog hunters” were carrying contraptions that looked like knives but only in the most remote sense.  I mean they had blades and bevels and handles but beyond that they looked more like something you’d encounter on the set of Star Wars.

Sometime around five or so we heard a shot and then about ten minutes later another couple of blasts rumbled across the flats.  My relative got a call (old timers would’ve been amazed at cell phones) and so mi primo stood and said, “They want me to go pick them up.”  Both fellows had nailed a couple of boar hogs that stunk to high heaven and when my primo got out of his truck he gave me a look and the two bloodied hunters climbed down off the back.  The hogs were lying in the pickup bed and I asked one of the guys, “How’d you get so bloody?”  He said, “Picking them up.”  I didn’t say anything but noticed my relative didn’t have a speck of blood on him.  “Made them do all the work, I mumbled.”  He snickered and said, “Damn right.”

In the interim Julian had showed up.  Julian is an old ranch hand who looks pure Yuma and I’d guess that’s accurate seeing as how every other Yuma I’ve ever met looks just like him.  He’s maybe in his seventies but he’s still as strong as a bull.  He was drinking a cup of coffee under the porch when my primo showed up with the dudes and so he walked over and watched as the slickers dragged the hogs out and plopped them on the ground.  “Should’ve shot a sow,” Julian said.  “They’re much tastier.”  But that remark went right past our two hunters who were at that moment trying to judge who’d shot the bigger pig.

My relative drove his tractor over to the expired boars and inserted a bar into their front legs and then using the tractor’s shovel lifted one of the hogs into the air.  “Okay,” he said.  “You can gut them out here and then back your truck underneath and I’ll let it drop into the bed.”  Confused looks, hesitation, a desire to speak; but the two guys kept silent.  My primo, Julian and I walked back to the porch to gawk as the two dudes pulled out their fancy “hunting” knives and went to work as if they were picking up fresh cow pies.  We watched and watched and after about twenty minutes it became obvious that if we let these boys do the job it was going to take until midnight for them to finish.  “Give Julian twenty bucks and he’ll gut out those hogs for you,” said my primo.  “Okay!”  Big smiles, looks of great relief, sighs.  So one of the hunters handed Julian his hunting knife and Julian, ever polite, smiled and said, “Esta pesado.”  He went to work on the hanging hog but after about thirty seconds handed the “stainless super steel, top of the line, very expensive” knife back to its owner and slipped the knife he always carries out of its sheath and in about eight minutes had the first hog gutted and ready to be dropped into the diesel’s pickup bed.  This is the knife Julian takes with him everywhere.  It’s a fixed blade, carbon steel boning knife that has a dark patina but is kept clean and ultra-sharp.  The blade was originally six-inches long but somewhere along the line it broke off at about 3.5 inches and so Julian reshaped the blade and with precision formed a new bevel.  The handle either broke or the scales became loose because they are now wrapped in electrical tape.


So after I’d made Matthew this knife someone told me, “That’s a neat looking skinner.”  I didn’t know what to say.  I thought a skinner was something that looked like the Old Hickory skinners or the modification Nessmuk gave his blade.  Afterward I looked up skinner on the Internet and what-do-you-know there were a bunch of knives that looked very much like Matthew’s knife.  Scandinavian blade, 1/8 inch 1080 steel, paper-micarta scales.  I figured it would make a nice EDC blade for around the ranch.  But no, it’s a skinner.  Just like if you Google “bushcraft” knife you’ll see a bunch of knives that look exactly alike and for whatever crazy, bizarre, nonsensical reason those are official bushcraft knives.  Travel to South America and the natives make everything with one machete.  Mosey on down to the agrarian villages in Mexico and all the natives carry kitchen knives to gut, cape, bone-out and otherwise prepare their cabrito or maranitos or guajolotes.  No super stainless steels, no high price tags, no fancy collections, no camo uniforms, no assault-type looking rifles with fiber-optic scopes.  How do those people possibly survive?

7 comments:

  1. Arturo,

    That knife looks similar to ones I made a year or so ago. The reason I made mine were based on what a knife maker in Virginia told me. " He said that anyone that uses more than the first inch of a knife blade to skin an animal does not know what he is doing." I made mine from saw mill band saw blade and they are just over 4 1/4 inches overall length with a one inch wide blade. I like the look of the knife you made. The Virginia knife maker carried a knife that was about 6 inches in length. He said that most knives people use are what he calls a short sword and dangerous to the user and anyone that is around them. I did enjoy the story of the city slickers (hunters??).

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    1. Hi Leroy,
      Sounds like your friend knows a thing or two about butchering game. It begins with gutting, goes to skinning, then boning out the meat. Just imagine, the ancients did all of that with rocks and wooden paddles. We always skinned deer with our fists just pushing the cape away until it was finished. Good to hear from you.

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  2. The blue-handled knife in your article looks remarkably like the Grandfather Knife that is made by Roselli of Finland: http://www.ragweedforge.com/RoselliCatalog.html

    I like carbon-steel knives myself, but prefer the Russell Green River knives to the Old Hickory, and you can buy the Green Rivers as blades only and put your own handles on them:

    http://www.crazycrow.com/green-river-knives

    (Texas Knifemaker's Supplies also sells the Green River knives).

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    1. Hi Bob,
      The Grandfather does indeed look like the little knife I made. I checked the Roselli steel composition and the one not marked ultra-high carbon seems to be a steel very much like 1080. Properly heat treated and 1080 produces excellent knives. In fact, I see no practical field difference between a 1080 knife and O1 or 1095. Besides, 1080 is easier for the knife maker who isn't using a lot of high tech equipment. Interestingly, I've noticed that a lot of the Scandinavian small shops use a 1080 equivalent for their knives. You can check out the blade composition of some of those knives at Thompson Scandinavian Knives. I don't know what the TX Knife Supply Green River blades are made from since the description only says "high carbon steel." The Old Hickory Knives are 1095 but they are tempered down a bit to allow for easy sharpening. Either way, I might add that the 1080 steel I used for the skinning knife was purchased from TX Knife Supply.

      Hope all is well out your way.

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    2. Arturo,

      The Wood Trekker blog states that the Green River blades are made of 1095, and I'd be willing to go along with this, the Green Rivers I have sharpen up and patina just like other knives of 1095 I've owned. Give them a try, you'll find they make good knives.

      http://woodtrekker.blogspot.com/2011/11/russell-green-river-hunter-knife-review.html

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    3. Thanks, Bob. I'm making a steel order tonight from TX Supply. I've been looking at the Green River blades. I appreciate the information. I plan to order one. Thanks Again!

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  3. Arturo , I was just reading this story for the 100th time ! love it . I have been using a broken Fordgecraft boning knife for years I think its about 4 and a half ins never measured but works great for everything . just my two cents .



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