After the first snow my wife and I went out to the cabin. When we pulled into the driveway I saw something laying on the front sidewalk, near the front door. Even from a distance I could tell that it was a large bird of some sort. It was dead. My initial hypothesis was that it hit one of the windows, fell to the ground, and roll a few centimetres. Walking about 20 meters away from the house I could see that the large two storey front entry windows reflected the brightly lit forest perfectly. The bird, flying at full speed, did not see the glass. It only saw the reflected forest. It likely died instantly.
On subsequent visits I heard birds striking the windows, but have not witnessed further casualties.
I often see bird silhouette stickers placed on large windows to prevent birds from flying into them. I thought that this might be something we should install at the cabin, but wanted something a little more aesthetically pleasing than the standard bird-scare stickers.
I made several distinctive bird owl, hawk, and harrier, silhouettes from 6 ounce leather dyed black. I only used a single coat of dye and let some of the leather show through so the shapes are not pure black. For fun/education, I stamped the species name of each bird into the leather using 1/4 inch high block letters.
I will try installing the bird silhouettes on the inside of the windows using suction cup hooks. If the bird silhouette don’t work inside the windows I will move them outside and may have to hang them from string.
We really enjoy all the birds that frequent the cabin. I’m not trying to to scare them all away. I’m just trying to keep them from hitting the windows.
My sister and brother-in-law have been asking me for a while to make a sheath for their axe. The family was getting together yesterday for dinner to celebrate my sister’s birthday so I told my brother-in-law to bring over his axe so I could take a look at it.
The axe in question is a 3 1/2 pound hardware store model with a 36 inch handle. One look and I could tell that the butt had been abused (apparently by striking it with a hammer). However, the eye was not distorted so it was not a total loss. I gave my siblings a few wood chopping hints so they can avoid damaging the head when trying to get through the large, knotted logs we tend to get in local campgrounds. The grain in the handle is far from ideal, running perpendicular to the orientation of the bit. Well, we can fit a new handle some other time.
I happened to be at Tandy Leather Factory yesterday morning and acquired a few new leather crafting tools and supplies. I decided to use my new 3D deer head stamp and oxblood-coloured dye on this sheath. A light gel antique coat over the dye really brings out the grain of the leather and the detail of the stamp.
While the sheath was drying, I took some time to clean up the axe. I peeled the ugly manufacturer’s sticker* off the handle, cleaned off the sticky residue, filed off the mushrooming edges of the butt, and sharpened the bit. Normally, when doing a full restoration, I like to strip all the paint off the head and sand down the handle, replacing any lacquer finish with linseed oil and beeswax. However, I know my siblings will appreciate something a little lower maintenance, so in this case I opted to simply re-paint the head matte black.
All-in-all the axe looks a lot better now than when it came into my shop. I hope my sister and brother-in-law are pleased with it when they see it.
My wife thought the sheath looked pretty good, but she did ask a funny question when I showed it to her, “Is’t that the axe that Marcus cut his finger with and then had to go to the hospital to get a bunch of stitches?” Yes, indeed.
* I was just ranting to my wife the other day about one of my pet peeves: stickers on products. To me, the worst thing a maker of things can do after spending precious resources designing and manufacturing a product is slap a nigh unremovable sticker on the thing before shipping to the consumer. At best, stickers slapped on the finished product are an annoyance to your customer, and what company would purposefully want to annoy its customers? At worst, a crappy sticker symbolizes the lack of pride the maker has in the product they produce and a total lack of respect for me as a consumer and human being. Even if I’m buying a plastic tub from Ikea, I want to think that the people who made it had the goal of creating the best damn tub in the world. If they slap a sticker on it, and I have to scrub, and scratch the surface to get the sticker off, then I think the manufacturer doesn’t care about the product or the fact that I have to live with it everyday.
The title of this post is not meant as a euphimism. Quite by accident I have started a collection of old backpacks. For Christmas, my father gave me one of his old canvas and leather backpacks (with felt shoulder strap padding!). I decided to document some of my vintage backpacks here.
MEC Klettersack 40th Anniversary Edition
Okay, this is not actually an old bag. It’s a new bag in a retro design celebrating the 40th Anniversary of Canada’s member-owned outdoor equipment cooperative — Mountain Equipment Coop. I have fond memories of visiting MEC’s second Calgary location as a young child with my father. By the time I was in junior high I was riding my mountain bike downtown the MEC’s third-location when I wasn’t yet old enough to own my own member share and had to use my mom’s member number. I still have the MEC backpacks I used in junior high and high school (the latter is ’90s stylish in green and purple with fluorescent yellow 3M reflective stripes I added myself). For their 40th anniversary, MEC created this retro-styled Klettersack complete with leather attachment points. I love the simplicity of this bag. No bells and whistles.
Lafuma Rucksack
This is the bag my father gave me for Christmas. He says he got it in the early ’70s but’s materials and styling make me think more of the early ’60s. It is in mint condition. It is not for sale. If you have something similar, I’d love to hear more about it.
Dad, maybe next year you can give me your light blue canvas backpack (the one with the rubber bottom that we used to take cragging at Wasootch Slabs). I’d really appreciate it. Thanks.
Great Pacific Iron Works Ultima Thule Backpack
Great Pacific Iron Works was a spin-off Yvonne Chouinard’s Chouinard Equipment, the proginator of Black Diamond Equipment, and later, Patagonia. I’m not sure of the provinence of this particular frameless backpack. I found it last summer, laying in the alley behind my home. Other than a small tear it is in great shape, though it has taken on that wonderful vintage polyurethane smell (which is nice if you are into that sort of thing). I found a photo of it in a 1975 Great Pacific Iron Works catalog. I’m not sure how long the GPIW brand was in existence, but I’d say this pack can’t me much newer than that. In other words, it is only slightly younger than I am.
I admit it. I’m addicted to tumblr. I’ve spent a lot of time on tumblr lately — time I should have been using preparing for Christmas.
I’ve been seeing a lot of canvas and leather bags in the tumblr posts by people I follow. I love the simple utility of theses bags. One day recently, I saw a variation on these leather-strapped and -bottomed bags made from what looks like an old Indian rug. It reminded me of old carpet bags. I thought this would be a great idea for a bag — recycling something old into something new.
I have a pile of old jeans waiting to be sorted and taken to the thrift store. Looking through the jeans, I thought that a denim and leather shoulder bag would be just the thing for my sister’s Christmas present. She is very pregnant right now and I figured she could use the bag as a diaper bag. That and I had no other good ideas of what to get her. With only 30 hours left until Christmas, I went to Tandy Leather Factory and bought some tan oily leather and various buckles. I did a quick sketch of my idea. It seemed straight forward enough, but I didn’t know if I could pull it off in time for Christmas.
The morning before Christmas day, I started my project by measuring out and cutting all the leather parts I would need. I dyed all the pieces and set them aside to dry. We were having guest over for Christmas Eve dinner, so I had to set the project aside for the remainder of the day while my wife and I cleaned the house, top-to-bottom. (Did I mention I’d had a small surgery on my foot less than 48 hours earlier, and was not supposed to be walking around too much? )Late in the evening, before going to bed, I put the finishing protective coating on all the straps.
On Christmas day, I awoke at around 6 AM. My parents were hosting Christmas dinner, but I was responsible for the pies. I went to work straight away, making my crust by hand. Once I had the two pumpkin pies in the oven I headed to the dining room (which is also my craft room) and got to work on the bag project.
I selected an old favourite pair of dark blue jeans for the body of the bag. I cut off the legs and had to do a bit of work transforming the top part of the jeans into a basic bag shape. I got to work adding the leather bottom to the bag. Things started to slow down: I was running low on the thread I was using; my machine was not happy about the heavy thread, four layers of denim, and two layers of leather; and I was getting frustrated. This was the point when I almost gave up trying to get this done as a Christmas gift. However, I persevered, and the body of the bag finally came into shape. With the body complete and the straps all ready, I headed down to my shop to rivet all the pieces together. (In the summer I had splurged and bought a hand-press and dies for setting snaps and rivets — using a hammer and punch is slow and tedious. The hand-press is more efficient and consistent. Having the hand-press is the only reason the bag was done on time.)
I had the bag fully assembled and complete by 2 PM. Did I mention that I still had to wrap everyone else’s presents?
By 3pm, my wife and I were in the car heading over to my folks. After a quick hello and a little snack (I had not eaten yet) the family started tearing into the gifts.
My sister loves the bag. Apparently she had been coveting a Pendleton bag similar to the one that was my inspiration. The denim bag saves her a few bucks and she can tell everyone it was hand made by her child’s crafty uncle.
My grandfather gave me this book when I was 10 years old. He was a true mountain man and loved collecting and restoring old rifles. His home was the ultimate young boy’s playground.
I can’t watch Jeff Bridges in True Grit without thinking of my grandfather – the physical and vocal resemblance is uncanny. This drawing by my aunt gives you the idea (my grandfather was a welder).
I got this nifty pewter pipe tamper recently. It is made by Peterson Pipes, of Dublin, and the top is crowned with the bust of the world’s first Independent Consulting Detective, Mr. of Sherlock Holmes (formerly of 221B Baker Street, London). I’ve always been a fan of Sherlock Holmes, and to me, he is one of the prototypical pipe smokers. In this rendition he is wearing the stereotypical deerstalker and sporting a calabash, though neither of these accessories were used to great extent in the original stories. This is image of Holmes comes from the stage, where an exaggerated pipe shape was required to convey pipe-ness to the theatre audience. I have not yet decided which of my pipes I will be pairing this tamper with. I have a meerschaum calabash on order that might work nicely.
I received this pipe, a Savinelli Miele Bulldog, from danishpipeshop.com several weeks ago. I’d seen this series on that site months ago when I first took up the pipe, and fell in love. I always had it in my mind that I would order one someday. Well, here it is. The Miele series is the third in Savinalli’s food inspired pipe series, after Chocolate and Coffee. Miele is Italian for honey, and the pipes in this series come complete with a wooden tamper in the shape of a honey dipper. The bowl is finished in a warm light stain, and the golden acrylic stem reminds one of honeycombs. The pipe comes in suede-textured golden pouch, and everything is packaged in an amazingly designed box.
I like to pair an appropriate tobacco with each pipe I acquire. A rustic pipe should be combined with a rustic tobacco, a sophisticated pipe should be combined with sophisticated tobacco, and so on. The Miele pipe naturally should be combined with sweet, strong tobacco. I decided to make my own blend for this unique pipe. I had some Honey Cavendish*, which is a wonderful aromatic, but felt that it was to monochromatic to use on it’s own. I’ve been enjoying the earthy nature of Bilbo’s Pipe, and think it will blend well with the cavendish. I went to my local tobacconist today to stock-up and the proprietor also recommended Ed’s Finest as a sweet, full bodied mixture. This evening I blended the three mixtures together in equal proportions. I’ve named the blend Majdy, which is the name of a village in Poland near the city where my wife is from. Moid is the Polish word for honey, and the village name Majdy is a somehow derived from moid. (Our parent’s have a lovely cottage in Majdy, on an island that used to be an orchard, and we have friends in the area that operate a honey farm.)
In the mornings I drink tea with honey. The brand of honey I have been using recently comes in a hexagonal jar. I finished a jar yesterday and set it aside for use as a tobacco jar. Besides conscientiously pairing tobaccos with my pipes, I also like to accessorize my pipes with aesthetically or conceptually similar tampers, pouches, etc. It makes sense to me to pair the Savinelli Miele Bulldog and Majdy blend with the hexagonal honey jar.
Unfortunately, I have bit of a cold right now and I want to wait until I am well to smoke this pipe and tobacco blend for the first time so I can maximize my enjoyment.
* All tobacco mixtures mentioned are house-blends available from Epicure, in Calgary. I don’t know if they do mail order and I’m not sure if similar blends might be available in other markets.
One day, years ago, a day not unlike today, with large snowflakes gently falling from a heavy grey sky, I saw a coyote. I was riding my bike along a forested trail near the river, on my way to work. The trail crossed the train tracks and I dismounted my bike to carry it across the rails. A hundred metres or so down the tracks I saw a coyote, confidently trotting towards me, lost in his thoughts. Then, it caught site of me, paused, considered its options, turned toward the woods, and dissapeared.
I live in a house near the centre of the city. Behind my house is a small matural park of long grasses, a spring, and a solitary tree. When i first move into the house, I used to hear coyotes howling and barking in the still of the night.
It’s wonderful to think that we can be so close to nature even in the centre of a city of a million people. I’d like to think that you just have to open your mind to the experience and nature will enter. Sadly, I haven’t seen a coyote in my neighborhood for several years. Did the coyotes leave, or did I simply stop looking and listening for them? I’d love to see a coyote in the city again.
I restored this axe a few weeks ago. I cleaned up the bit and attached a new handle. This very sharp and moderately heavy implement has since been leaning against the door of my office — an accident waiting to happen. Last night I started to work on a leather sheath to protect the bit (or perhaps to protect me from the bit). I’ve made a few sheaths for other axes in the past. I borrowed this design from the great sheaths that come with some of the Gränsfors Bruks axes (their axes with larger beards come with a sheath of a different design). Anyway, it was pretty straight forward and I am very happy with the result.
Yesterday I posted a few rustic wood table accessories that I made from Aspen branches. Today I made two sets of candle holders from branches of another Aspen tree. Could Christmas gifts get any easier? I don’t thinks so.
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