kBob
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Along about the later half of the 1960's I messed up. Paid more attention to non school stuff than to school and found myself making up a math credit over the summer. As an ignorant teen I was thrilled that I would not be available for the sort of misory inducing agricultural summer jobs I had up to that point in my life.
First day and we were the first kids to get to use the new Air-conditioned school!!!!!!
Dad picked me up at lunch, we had a nice lunch together and he drove from the restaurant AWAY from the house. We stopped in a partially filled neighborhood on the edge of town at a wooded ...and I mean North Florida wooded with everything from wait a bit vines to mature yellow pine and everything in between so you couldn't really see more than five yards into it.....two acre lot and we got out of the car. Dad opened the trunk and the first thing he handed me was this pictured "tool"
I also got a pick Maddox (OK so I spell it like Lester), a felling axe, a file, a shovel and a pair of gloves.
Each day after my half day of school Dad would tie a ribbon around a tree a bit further from the road and expected me to clear away anything I could reach around and dig up the stump.I am not sure how he managed it but I seemed to be dragging the last load of 36 inch long sections of tree and brush out to the edge of the road every evening when he showed up.
I found my old friend and its mate in Dad's Garage recently and thought some of those THR guys might like to see it.
What? You think it is not a weapon? No doubt one or more of the Florida ( or any Gulf Coast state) retired LEOs can tell you one or more stories involving alcohol, money, women and "honor" on a Friday or "Sat-day nite" where these were more than agricultural implements.
The hole in the blade is so you could hang it over a headless nail on the wall or the Boss could run a wire through six or ten to bundle them up in the back of the truck to discourage their missuse
Both angles of the bottom edge were Very Sharp, but the nose, the hook and the back were usually not sharp. I did know some folks that sharpend the edge of the hook toward the handle so that when small vines were hooked a quick jerk might cut them, but most just used the hook as a means of gathering cane or whatever into a convenient bundle to cut.
The mate to this jewel is in much worse shape and I may just let it rust away out in the pump house on a nail, but the current plan for the pictured blade is cleaning, cold bluing and feeding the wood some Howard's. I might polish up the rivets just for giggles.
Oh, and Mom and Dad sold the neatly cleaned lot that fall at a nice profit without building.
-kBob
First day and we were the first kids to get to use the new Air-conditioned school!!!!!!
Dad picked me up at lunch, we had a nice lunch together and he drove from the restaurant AWAY from the house. We stopped in a partially filled neighborhood on the edge of town at a wooded ...and I mean North Florida wooded with everything from wait a bit vines to mature yellow pine and everything in between so you couldn't really see more than five yards into it.....two acre lot and we got out of the car. Dad opened the trunk and the first thing he handed me was this pictured "tool"
I also got a pick Maddox (OK so I spell it like Lester), a felling axe, a file, a shovel and a pair of gloves.
Each day after my half day of school Dad would tie a ribbon around a tree a bit further from the road and expected me to clear away anything I could reach around and dig up the stump.I am not sure how he managed it but I seemed to be dragging the last load of 36 inch long sections of tree and brush out to the edge of the road every evening when he showed up.
I found my old friend and its mate in Dad's Garage recently and thought some of those THR guys might like to see it.
What? You think it is not a weapon? No doubt one or more of the Florida ( or any Gulf Coast state) retired LEOs can tell you one or more stories involving alcohol, money, women and "honor" on a Friday or "Sat-day nite" where these were more than agricultural implements.
The hole in the blade is so you could hang it over a headless nail on the wall or the Boss could run a wire through six or ten to bundle them up in the back of the truck to discourage their missuse
Both angles of the bottom edge were Very Sharp, but the nose, the hook and the back were usually not sharp. I did know some folks that sharpend the edge of the hook toward the handle so that when small vines were hooked a quick jerk might cut them, but most just used the hook as a means of gathering cane or whatever into a convenient bundle to cut.
The mate to this jewel is in much worse shape and I may just let it rust away out in the pump house on a nail, but the current plan for the pictured blade is cleaning, cold bluing and feeding the wood some Howard's. I might polish up the rivets just for giggles.
Oh, and Mom and Dad sold the neatly cleaned lot that fall at a nice profit without building.
-kBob