Garden Hoe
I gotta garden hoe.
I "learnt" the fine art of "hoe-down" from grandma, and other mentors and elders.
I used to have various axes, hatches, and the like, but life is life and stuff happens.
Still, one Friday night, with a full moon, 3 youths were drunk/stoned, and trespassed onto property where a family BBQ was in progress. Just drove through a closed fence, and exited with inexpensive K Mart machetes.
Sobriety happens fast when good stiff hickory handle meets behind the knees, and the touch of a sharp garden hoe to ear draws blood.
Blood is interesting in the light of a full moon.
Youths don't like seeing their own blood...
Law shows up, and two of us just standing there with a garden hoe, others sorta grinning, with the youths lassoed and tied to fence posts.
"You coulda shot 'em" Deputy said.
"Nah, we just touched up garden hoes and shovels today, and needed to see if sharpened well enough".
I like a bit of reach with a stick, and a stick with a sharp hoe blade is pretty darn useful.
Just a garden hoe, honest!