Saturday, July 4, 2009

Lives, Fortunes, & Sacred Honor

IN CONGRESS, JULY 4, 1776
The unanimous Declaration of
the thirteen united States of America

When in the Course of human events it becomes necessary for one people to dissolve the political bands which have connected them with another and to assume among the powers of the earth, the separate and equal station to which the Laws of Nature and of Nature's God entitle them, a decent respect to the opinions of mankind requires that they should declare the causes which impel them to the separation.

We hold these truths to be self-evident, that all men are created equal, that they are endowed by their Creator with certain unalienable Rights, that among these are Life, Liberty and the pursuit of Happiness. — That to secure these rights, Governments are instituted among Men, deriving their just powers from the consent of the governed, — That whenever any Form of Government becomes destructive of these ends, it is the Right of the People to alter or to abolish it, and to institute new Government, laying its foundation on such principles and organizing its powers in such form, as to them shall seem most likely to effect their Safety and Happiness. Prudence, indeed, will dictate that Governments long established should not be changed for light and transient causes; and accordingly all experience hath shewn that mankind are more disposed to suffer, while evils are sufferable than to right themselves by abolishing the forms to which they are accustomed. But when a long train of abuses and usurpations, pursuing invariably the same Object evinces a design to reduce them under absolute Despotism, it is their right, it is their duty, to throw off such Government, and to provide new Guards for their future security. — Such has been the patient sufferance of these Colonies; and such is now the necessity which constrains them to alter their former Systems of Government. The history of the present King of Great Britain is a history of repeated injuries and usurpations, all having in direct object the establishment of an absolute Tyranny over these States. To prove this, let Facts be submitted to a candid world.

He has refused his Assent to Laws, the most wholesome and necessary for the public good.

He has forbidden his Governors to pass Laws of immediate and pressing importance, unless suspended in their operation till his Assent should be obtained; and when so suspended, he has utterly neglected to attend to them.

He has refused to pass other Laws for the accommodation of large districts of people, unless those people would relinquish the right of Representation in the Legislature, a right inestimable to them and formidable to tyrants only.

He has called together legislative bodies at places unusual, uncomfortable, and distant from the depository of their Public Records, for the sole purpose of fatiguing them into compliance with his measures.

He has dissolved Representative Houses repeatedly, for opposing with manly firmness his invasions on the rights of the people.

He has refused for a long time, after such dissolutions, to cause others to be elected, whereby the Legislative Powers, incapable of Annihilation, have returned to the People at large for their exercise; the State remaining in the mean time exposed to all the dangers of invasion from without, and convulsions within.

He has endeavoured to prevent the population of these States; for that purpose obstructing the Laws for Naturalization of Foreigners; refusing to pass others to encourage their migrations hither, and raising the conditions of new Appropriations of Lands.

He has obstructed the Administration of Justice by refusing his Assent to Laws for establishing Judiciary Powers.

He has made Judges dependent on his Will alone for the tenure of their offices, and the amount and payment of their salaries.

He has erected a multitude of New Offices, and sent hither swarms of Officers to harass our people and eat out their substance.

He has kept among us, in times of peace, Standing Armies without the Consent of our legislatures.

He has affected to render the Military independent of and superior to the Civil Power.

He has combined with others to subject us to a jurisdiction foreign to our constitution, and unacknowledged by our laws; giving his Assent to their Acts of pretended Legislation:

For quartering large bodies of armed troops among us:

For protecting them, by a mock Trial from punishment for any Murders which they should commit on the Inhabitants of these States:

For cutting off our Trade with all parts of the world:

For imposing Taxes on us without our Consent:

For depriving us in many cases, of the benefit of Trial by Jury:

For transporting us beyond Seas to be tried for pretended offences:

For abolishing the free System of English Laws in a neighbouring Province, establishing therein an Arbitrary government, and enlarging its Boundaries so as to render it at once an example and fit instrument for introducing the same absolute rule into these Colonies

For taking away our Charters, abolishing our most valuable Laws and altering fundamentally the Forms of our Governments:

For suspending our own Legislatures, and declaring themselves invested with power to legislate for us in all cases whatsoever.

He has abdicated Government here, by declaring us out of his Protection and waging War against us.

He has plundered our seas, ravaged our coasts, burnt our towns, and destroyed the lives of our people.

He is at this time transporting large Armies of foreign Mercenaries to compleat the works of death, desolation, and tyranny, already begun with circumstances of Cruelty & Perfidy scarcely paralleled in the most barbarous ages, and totally unworthy the Head of a civilized nation.

He has constrained our fellow Citizens taken Captive on the high Seas to bear Arms against their Country, to become the executioners of their friends and Brethren, or to fall themselves by their Hands.

He has excited domestic insurrections amongst us, and has endeavoured to bring on the inhabitants of our frontiers, the merciless Indian Savages whose known rule of warfare, is an undistinguished destruction of all ages, sexes and conditions.

In every stage of these Oppressions We have Petitioned for Redress in the most humble terms: Our repeated Petitions have been answered only by repeated injury. A Prince, whose character is thus marked by every act which may define a Tyrant, is unfit to be the ruler of a free people.

Nor have We been wanting in attentions to our British brethren. We have warned them from time to time of attempts by their legislature to extend an unwarrantable jurisdiction over us. We have reminded them of the circumstances of our emigration and settlement here. We have appealed to their native justice and magnanimity, and we have conjured them by the ties of our common kindred to disavow these usurpations, which would inevitably interrupt our connections and correspondence. They too have been deaf to the voice of justice and of consanguinity. We must, therefore, acquiesce in the necessity, which denounces our Separation, and hold them, as we hold the rest of mankind, Enemies in War, in Peace Friends.

We, therefore, the Representatives of the united States of America, in General Congress, Assembled, appealing to the Supreme Judge of the world for the rectitude of our intentions, do, in the Name, and by Authority of the good People of these Colonies, solemnly publish and declare, That these united Colonies are, and of Right ought to be Free and Independent States, that they are Absolved from all Allegiance to the British Crown, and that all political connection between them and the State of Great Britain, is and ought to be totally dissolved; and that as Free and Independent States, they have full Power to levy War, conclude Peace, contract Alliances, establish Commerce, and to do all other Acts and Things which Independent States may of right do. — And for the support of this Declaration, with a firm reliance on the protection of Divine Providence, we mutually pledge to each other our Lives, our Fortunes, and our sacred Honor.

Passing all understanding

I offered a humble tribute to a dying friend a couple of months ago. Strong and brave, he battled and battled, even returning briefly to chemotherapy last week, and yet he never denied the undeniable.

At last, at long and peaceful last he released life just after 9pm Friday evening, surrounded by his family and held in the arms of love.

In this moment of sadness I'm reminded of words I've quoted on this blog before, the conclusion of a eulogy delivered in 1879 by Robert Green Ingersoll at his brother's graveside:

"Life is a narrow vale between the cold and barren peaks of two eternities. We strive in vain to look beyond the heights. We cry aloud, and the only answer is the echo of our wailing cry. From the voiceless lips of the unreplying dead there comes no word; but in the night of death hope sees a star, and listening love can hear the rustle of a wing.

"He who sleeps here, when dying, mistaking the approach of death for the return of health, whispered with his latest breath, 'I am better now.' Let us believe, in spite of doubts and dogmas, of fears and tears, that these dear words are true of all the countless dead.

"The record of a generous life runs like a vine around the memory of our dead, and every sweet, unselfish act is now a perfumed flower.

"And now, to you, who have been chosen from among the many men he loved, to do the last sad office for the dead, we give his sacred dust.

"Speech cannot contain our love. There was, there is, no gentler, stronger, manlier man."

Godspeed, old friend.

Friday, July 3, 2009

Resignation

Sharps: A bigger Solo

As I said on Sunday, the Victorinox Solo Alox won out over the Bantam Alox for inclusion in my personal survival kit. The hard-to-find 108mm Safari (Solo) Adventurer also was a candidate, but I rejected it because of its size.

One of the bigger Solos found its way into my hands several days ago. Even though this model isn't widely available in the U.S., it's worth more than just a passing mention here.

Beyond the obvious -- it's 15mm larger and its scales are textured red plastic -- this is one super-stout pocketknife. The impressive snap created by the stiff, full-length backspring inspires confidence I've felt in very few slipjoints. In fact, it's fun to hand this Solo to someone and watch them jump when they open it -- the thing kicks like a little mule.

The up-sized Solo comes with a vinyl pocket sheath and, as I'd expected, it's sharp from the get-go. Unlike knives in the 111mm range, there's no liner lock. Quality is typical Victorinox.

While not part of the Swiss Army Brands catalog, these knives do appear on eBay from time to time. (Caveat emptor.) Until recently they'd been available from
FelineVet for $30 a copy -- pricey for a simple one-blader, perhaps, but in my opinion worth every penny.

Consider that a recommendation. The Safari (Solo) Adventurer may not find a home in my compact PSK, but I'm sure I can make a place for this keeper somewhere else.

Earlier posts
Sharps: A Solo & a Viking
Sharps: Hunting & gathering

Links
FelineVet
SAKWiki

Victorinox
Swiss Army (USA)

About FelineVet

The Feline Veterinary Emergency Assistance Program is a 501(c)(3) nonprofit charitable corporation. It's managed by a Board of Directors committed to the welfare of all animals but especially cats and kittens. Each board member has experience with rescue and "Trap, Neuter & Return" programs. FVEAP's Chief Executive Officer, a volunteer who manages the program's routine affairs, has directed a no-kill animal shelter.

Thursday, July 2, 2009

Impressions: KSF Fire Kit

Most days, I prefer to "roll my own" kits -- first aid, survival, bug-out and so on -- but there's no denying the convenience of turn-key solutions, especially if they're done right.

The KnivesShipFree Fire Kit is done right.

Firemaking is an essential skill, potentially a life-saving one, and in a survival situation conditions may not cooperate. Rain, snow, or wind can interfere, turning a bad situation dire. That's when having the right gear (and knowing how to use it) makes all the difference.

With that in mind, KSF included these items in its Fire Kit:

  • A firesteel
  • A hacksaw blade (to strike the firesteel)
  • Two wax-impregnated cotton "Tinder Disks"
  • Two wax-impregnated "Fire Cards" (printed with instructions)
  • Two "Fuel Bars"
  • Two wax-impregnated sisal "Kindle Sticks"
  • A sheet of aluminum foil
Here's the drill:
  1. Gather wood for fuel and arrange it into a flame-ready teepee (or lean-to, or whatever).
  2. Fashion the foil into a tray, placing it on the ground where you want to start your fire.
  3. Fold a Fire Card and set it on the foil tray.
  4. Tear a Tinder Disk (to expose the inner fibers) and set it on the Fire Card.
  5. Strike the firesteel, directing sparks onto the Tinder Disk's fibers 'til it lights.
  6. Lean a Fuel Bar over the flame.
  7. Un-braid a Kindle Stick into three strands and position them over the burning fuel bar.
  8. Slide the fire-bearing foil tray under the waiting teepee.
  9. Get warm, dry out, boil water, signal for help, etc.
Now that's turn-key -- easy, wot?

KSF ships its Fire Kit in a watertight
OtterBox -- which is handy, but everything in the kit works when wet anyway. The standard kit I've described costs $29.95; a Deluxe Fire Kit, with twice the fuel and a length of waxed jute cord, is available for $39.95.

Personally, I'm a believer in having three ways to start a fire, so I'll probably supplement my KSF Fire Kit with a disposable butane lighter and a half-dozen waterproof NATO matches (and a strip of striking paper, of course). There's plenty of room in the kit's OtterBox 1000 to accommodate my additions.

Like I said, I like to roll my own. As smart as the KSF Fire Kit is, I just can't leave anything alone.

Wednesday, July 1, 2009

Day 365

I'm entering the last day of my fifty-second year.

That's not why I didn't get a wink of sleep last night, however -- I'm blaming the chicken wings.

In any case, my fifty-third year begins mid-afternoon tomorrow.
"Another day older and deeper in debt."
The former is inevitable. I'm glad to say that the latter is not.

Truth is, I'm enjoying an embarrassment of riches these days. The KintlaLake family is keeping pace with its challenges, I'm occupied with satisfying consulting work, and this blog is humming right along.

Yesterday I did some quick math on my PSK experiment. I'm not yet ready to write about it, but I've got the cost of the contents under $30. The kit accounts for most of the essentials: knife, fire, water, navigation, signaling, light, cordage and minor first aid.


Snare wire and a fishing kit may or may not get added before I'm through, but I think I'm pretty much done. Now it's simply a matter of putting it all together.

I have a
KSF Fire Kit to write about, plus two more knives -- a hen's-teeth Victorinox Safari (Solo) Adventurer and a Bark River Knife & Tool Bravo-2. My first impression of the 108mm Solo is that it's a superb one-bladed pocketknife, plenty stout but too long for my PSK. The Big Barkie, on the other hand, is a whole different animal.

When I pulled the Bravo-2 from its shipping box, I was struck by its weight (just shy of one pound) and its size (over a foot long overall). But the moment that I wrapped my hand around the contoured Micarta slabs and presented the seven-inch blade, it immediately felt like a smaller knife -- much smaller.

As a fellow sharps guy observed to me yesterday, "Once you have the Bravo-2 in your hand, it just disappears."

Mike Stewart and his BRK&T crew pulled off quite a feat with this brute. Big as it is, it's very fast and "light in the hand." It'll never be mistaken for a chopper (and that's not a bad thing).

The Bravo-2's sheath is typical
Sharpshooter fare -- which is to say that it's absolutely gorgeous. And I've already discovered that its eyelets mate perfectly to my BHK Small Work Horse's JRE sheath, should I ever want to carry the smaller knife piggyback.

Enough teasing. July's gonna be a good month.

Earlier posts
Sharps: Heartland blades
Sharps: Heartland leather

Links
BRK&T @ KnifeForums
KnivesShipFree

Monday, June 29, 2009

Sharps: Patina

We had a family meal last night, our first in several weeks -- lemon chicken on the grill, sweet corn, and fresh berries and cream over angel food cake.

As preparations were getting underway, I was finishing yesterday's post. At one point my wife ducked into the office and asked if there was a particular knife I'd like the boys to use for slicing and chopping -- and since the new Mora was sitting right there on my desk, that's what I gave her.

The older spawn returned with the knife about 15 minutes later.

"Um... are you gonna be writing about this?" he asked, handing it to me with some hesitation. "I was slicing strawberries and the blade turned weird colors -- like, even black."

I pulled the Mora from its sheath and smiled, admiring the beginnings of a warm patina that eventually would give the steel its character.

I explained to the puzzled teenager that this is what happens to carbon steel when it's exposed to an oxidizing substance -- like the acids in strawberries, for example.

Having been spoiled by stainless, he had no idea. I sheathed the knife and handed it back to him. Mrs. KintlaLake wanted to use it to cut up a lime.

Ah, more patina, more character -- just two of the many reasons why I love carbon steel.

Sunday, June 28, 2009

Sharps: A Solo & a Viking

The local post office was closed by the time I got there yesterday to find a yellow card in my P.O. box -- a package had arrived, but it was too big to leave in the box.

Fortunately, I happened to catch a postal worker on his way out the door, and he cheerfully went back inside to fetch my parcel. (Gotta love small-town life.) As I suspected, the package held the two inexpensive knives I'd
ordered a week ago -- a Victorinox Solo Alox and a Frosts Morakniv Viking 640.

The Solo is exactly what I'd expected -- a rock-solid 93mm knife with good snap and no wiggle. Since it's destined to live in a PSK, and because I'd also considered the Victorinox Bantam Alox, I decided to compare them side-by-side.

The differences between the two aren't all that striking, although the Solo is visibly beefier. (In the photo, that's the Solo on the left and the 84mm Bantam on the right.) In the hand, the consumer-grade Bantam clearly is no wimp, but the heavier Solo feels significantly more solid, owing to its Soldier lineage.

Taking a closer look at components and construction reveals why the Solo (top, left) feels more like a working knife -- thicker scales and a backspring that's stronger and much heavier.

It's almost unfair to compare the two.

I'll continue to carry the Bantam in my dress-pants pocket. The single-blade Solo, however, is the better choice for my personal survival kit. It's a keeper.

While I knew pretty much what I'd be getting with the Victorinox Solo Alox, the Mora Viking 640 was something of an experiment. I like experiments.

I'd heard all about the simple utility of Mora knives, but I'd never so much as held one in my hand. So when I pulled this Viking from the shipping box, I went exploring.

The carbon-steel blade's Scandinavian grind was quite sharp, and I found the hollow-plastic handle to be surprisingly comfortable in my relatively large hand. Holding the knife up to a bare light bulb, I could see that the tang extended less than halfway into the handle. (Note to self...)


And then there's the sheath, a thin plastic bucket that uses light friction to hold the knife in place -- barely. I mean, I have travel-size toothbrushes that are more secure.

That said, I can't forget that this is an $8 knife. I predict having a helluvalotta fun with it around the house and yard, and I can see why some wilderness-survival schools issue the Mora to students.

Considering the minimal investment, I think it'd be a great "first knife" for a kid -- provided the sheath gets tossed, followed by teaching the youngster a bit about leathercraft.

I'll have more to say about the Mora later, as I get into using it.

Earlier posts
Sharps: Hunting & gathering
Sharps: Cheap therapy
Sharps: A modern-day Soldier

Links
Frosts Mora
Victorinox
Swiss Army (USA)


Addendum: Looks like I'm not the only blogger who got Swedish steel in yesterday's mail -- our friend American Bushman took delivery of 15 Mora knives. Now he has a very cool project in mind.

Saturday, June 27, 2009

Stretching

This blog gives me a chance to observe, opine and express. As a communicator by trade, I've found it to be a great way for me to exercise my creative muscles -- not all of them, however.

The professional part of my brain, the part that knows business communications -- marketing, promotion, public relations and the like -- is still intact, but for the better part of two years it hasn't seen much use.

Until a couple of days ago, that is.

A series of events unfolded, an exchange of correspondence followed and a promising business relationship was established.

I'm working again.

Without going into detail, I'll say simply that it isn't the sort of work that puts food on the table, at least not today. No, the best part of this bit of professional serendipity is that I'm stretching myself for the first time in many months. I'm rediscovering my business acumen and I'm contributing.

It feels good.

Friday, June 26, 2009

Preparations

In a world of latest-greatest goops and concoctions, the KintlaLake family tilts toward the familiar -- and I mean the stuff that my wife and I used when we were kids. (Hell, most of what I'm talking about was around when our grandparents were kids.)

Honestly, I don't know what's gotten into me this morning, but for some strange reason I feel compelled to offer KintlaLake's Top Five Old-School Preparations.

#5 Unguentine

By far the best first-aid salve ever invented, Unguentine should be in every medicine cabinet and kit. Maybe its best benefit is that it draws -- infection doesn't stand a chance. Made in USA.

#4b Clubman Talc
I'll admit that I use Clubman and include it on this list because its distinctive fragrance reminds me of weekly haircuts at Louie's Barber Shop when I was a kid. It's good at soothing razor burn, too. (Yes, I said weekly.) Made in England.

#4a Gold Bond Powder

If it chafes or itches, no matter the reason why, Gold Bond is the cure. Just ask a baby -- or if you can't get the baby to talk, ask a bicyclist. The lotion is good, too, but the original powder is amazing. Made in USA.

#3 Dickinson's Witch Hazel

How can something so naturally simple be so versatile? It's an astringent, a cleanser, a treatment for scrapes and insect bites and more. After 200 years, I'm pretty sure that Dickinson's got it right. Made in Essex, Connecticut.

#2 Corn Huskers Lotion
Especially in the wintertime, my hands get so dry they're painful. Anyone who works outside in cold weather knows exactly what I'm talking about.

I've never found anything that works as well as this simple, glycerin-and-water potion. Remarkable stuff, made in USA.

#1 Bag Balm
Created in 1899 to soften the chapped udders of dairy cows, Bag Balm is the ultimate old-school therapy for irritated or scraped human skin.

Yeah, so it smells a little funky, but don't mention that to rescuers (human and canine) who used it day after day while digging through the World Trade Center rubble after 9-11. It's not just good -- it's da balm. (Sorry.) Made in Lyndonville, Vermont.

Honorable mention
Epsom salt, Vaseline and Vick's VapoRub.

We now return you to your regularly scheduled program -- which, if you've managed to read this far, is probably a re-air of a Paul Harvey radio show.

Thursday, June 25, 2009

A pair of pinups

Thirty-six years ago, grown men wept -- or at least they sighed.

Betty Grable, the beloved pinup girl of their youth, was dead at 56.

She'd posed for the iconic image in 1943 at the age of 27. She was adored by American men of the World War II era, especially those serving in the military.

In 1973, at 16 years old I had no idea what made Betty Grable or that pinup so special to my dad's generation. Both the person and the photograph seemed pretty ordinary to me, almost quaint in black-and-white.

Three years after Betty died, a TV star was adorning the bedroom walls of guys my age -- life-size, living color. It was 1976, and Farrah Fawcett was 29.

My own generation's pinup girl died today at 62, and we wept -- or at least we breathed a sigh for our lost youth.

I can't help but wonder -- is it possible that my teenage spawns look at that frosted blond hair, that clingy red swimsuit and those... well, you know... and see Farrah Fawcett the way I saw Betty Grable?

Over my shoulder

In the 15 months since KintlaLake Blog's debut, this site has attracted a modest following, mostly through my participation in forums like M4Carbine, Trailvoy, KnifeForums and BladeForums.

My impressions of the KSF Leather Holt prompted an unexpected post by "okbohn" yesterday on KnifeForums:
"I don't know who this is, but they did a nice review of the KSF Leather Holt: http://kintlalake.blogspot.com/2009..."
The discussion that followed was entertaining -- in the physical world, "okbohn" is Derrick Bohn, proprietor of KnivesShipFree -- and what's more, forum members' comments about this blog were quite complimentary.

Judging by messages both public and private, it looks like KintlaLake Blog has a bunch more readers today that it had yesterday. At the risk of sounding like a radio host who's just landed a new affiliate, I'd like to extend a warm welcome to those KFers just now dropping in.

I'll try to live up to your kind words, folks. I can promise you that you won't always agree with what I have to say, but you can count on me to shoot straight -- it's the nature of independent critical thought.

Well, it's my nature, anyway. Stay tuned, ok?

Wednesday, June 24, 2009

Addenda: BTDT & PSK

It's time to address questions and comments that followed "Been there? Done that?" and "Hunting & gathering."

I don't have a yard, I don't have a garden and I don't often have a chance to go camping. Any suggestions for other ways to get comfortable with my knives, short of dressing out my pets?

Leave...the cat...alone.


My first thought would be to use your go-to knife (or knives) in the kitchen -- chop vegetables, dice stew meat and peel potatoes. Practicing the culinary use of sharps can develop familiarity and dexterity like nothing else, really. It also can expose a knife's weaknesses -- better to find out in the kitchen than in the woods.

Buy a bundle of firewood and practice batoning, stripping bark and other bushcraft skills on the patio or in the parking lot. Be ready to get some strange looks from the neighbors, though.

Fuel efficiency is only one aspect of maximizing a vehicle's SHTF potential, isn't it? What about learning where its limits are, so that when zombies attack...?

(You knew it was bound to happen, sooner or later -- "zombies" have made their first appearance on KintlaLake Blog.)

That's a good point -- driving like a blue-haired retiree isn't the whole equation, not by a mile (per gallon).


Before the time comes when you must drive your vehicle hard and fast, it's not a bad idea at all to see just how much you can wring out of it -- without being stoopid about it. The best place to define a vehicle's envelope -- and a driver's -- is under pro supervision at the track.

I speak from some experience, having driven and ridden shotgun with a few championship-winning road-course drivers myself. Sure, track days can be expensive, but there's simply no substitute.

If that's not an option, do what you responsibly can to explore cornering, acceleration and yes, even fuel economy at the outer limits. If it's a truck or SUV, learn how much ground clearance it has by rolling over curbs and dividers. If it's a 4WD, take it off-road intentionally before you have to do that to evade and escape.

I take no responsibility, by the way, for speeding tickets earned, bodily injury suffered or property damage inflicted while you're pretending to be fleeing imaginary undead. You're on your own.

You mentioned tending to an injury without medical help but didn't elaborate. When I'm "going there" before "there" is "here," how do I tell the difference between a boo-boo that I can treat and something that requires a doctor or an EMT?

Common sense, mostly -- and training.


I'm not a doctor and I don't play one on TV, but I firmly believe that completing Red Cross training in first aid, CPR and disaster preparedness is time well spent. Make it a family affair if you can.

In my opinion, part of a preparedness mindset is being okay with being uncomfortable. Personally, I fast one day a month.

Experiencing hunger regularly is a good thing, especially for a prepared person, whether it's skipping a meal or going a whole day without eating. Most people don't deal well with simple discomfort. Getting familiar with it (and continuing to function) is one thing that separates a survivor from a statistic.


A caution, however: Don't go without water -- drink plenty of fluids. And it's always best to check with a doctor before undertaking such a "practice fast" or any similar exercise.

My family and I don't want to be hamsters, so every now and then we hop in the car and we go exploring. No GPS, only paper maps, and we don't pull those out unless we get lost. We usually don't go too far from home, and we make it a game for the kids -- "Where does that road go?" is something they look forward to now.

That's an excellent idea -- I couldn't have said it better myself.

I have what I think is a Victorinox Solo, but it doesn't look like the picture on your blog. The handles are red and they're textured plastic, not silver metal.

That would be a hard-to-find single-blade model in 108mm. It'd be a great choice for a compact PSK, but I've judged it to be a bit too big for the kit that I'm putting together.


Because it's made of unobtainium (or nylon, actually), it's twice as expensive as the 93mm Victorinox Solo Alox. The Safari (Solo) Adventurer currently is available for $30 from our friends at FelineVet. Get 'em while they last.


Earlier posts
Been there? Done that?
Sharps: Hunting & gathering

Links
FelineVet
SAKWiki
Secret Order of Swiss Army Knives

Tuesday, June 23, 2009

Shopping bags

My wife and I walked into a local Target store Sunday evening with slightly different shopping lists.

She: "I'm going to look for a new purse. Want to come along and help me pick one out?"

Me: "I'll catch up in a minute, hon' -- I need to grab a box of breast-milk storage bags."

Oh, there are a few things in our lives that really suck right now -- our bank balance and the 17-year-old's attitude, to name two -- but no one in the KintlaLake family is actually nursing.

So why in the Sam Hill is this (arguably) otherwise normal fifty-something guy on the prowl for breast-milk bags?

I learned that they make dandy water-storage containers for personal survival kits like the proto that I'm putting together. Sterile, compact and re-sealable, they'll replace the oven bags I'd been including in our own PSKs.

A few years ago, my Morgantown missus and I pledged our lives to each other, no matter what. I doubt, however, that she ever imagined that her husband would be cruising the breast-feeding aisle at Target.

Needless to say, she's very understanding -- and I'm one lucky man.

Compromised!

For reasons apparent to regular readers of KintlaLake Blog, I no longer own a credit card. These days I pay for my over-the-counter purchases by cash, check or debit card. Online I use EFT, PayPal or, occasionally, my debit card number.

I just got off the phone with my bank -- my debit card has been compromised.

According to the bank, which called me within minutes of suspecting a breach, it had nothing to do with merchant security or careless use of the card. The fraudulent transaction -- in the amount of $1.01, from a merchant I'd never used -- is the typical product of robo-software that constantly scans random sequences of 16-digit numbers and financial institutions, looking for acceptance.

If a small transaction goes through, the software comes back later for another bite -- a bigger bite -- at the account.

My card has been blocked, and I'll get a new one (with a new number) in a day or two. I don't love banks, generally speaking, but I sure love mine right now.

Monday, June 22, 2009

Tin, man

Over on BladeForums, Jeff Randall of RAT Cutlery is trying to raise the bar on the forum's regular contests. Yes, the word "extreme" has come up a time or two. (Natch.)

It looks like contestants must live in the woods for three days with:

"No extra tools except for what's in [an] Altoids tin...in short, nothing extra in your pockets, around your neck, in your ears, through your nose, etc."

"A blade (one only), anything you can fit into an Altoids tin (standard size for the all the smart asses), standard clothing for the season and environment, notepad and pencil, camera and extra batteries. If you need to take a tripod for self-portraits, no problem. Cell phone and/or [personal locator beacon] for emergencies."

As of this writing, points will be awarded for:
1) Kit innovation.
2) Actual use of the blade and the kit's tools in the wilds.
3) The most survival tasks accomplished while in the wilds...
4) Photo documentation and note-taking of the whole trip.
It sure sounds like big fun, doesn't it? Whatever you do, don't tell any personal-injury lawyers about this -- and don't look for KintlaLake among the entrants this time around, but rest assured that I'll be watching with great interest.

Now, about that Altoids tin -- I must be one of those "smart asses" Jeff mentioned, because this is my hip-pocket personal survival kit:


Contents of "The LOVE Tin" are listed on a label affixed to the outside of the lid. (Click on the image to enlarge it.) I do that, as well as seal the tin, in case it gets tossed to another member of the family, just so they know what they have.


This big little PSK works for me -- disqualification notwithstanding, of course.

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Update, June 23rd, 8:32am: This morning, RAT Cutlery canceled its three-day
BladeForums survival contest, for reasons of participant safety and company liability.

"The more I think about this whole contest, the more I'm seeing it was a bad idea," RAT's Jeff Randall said in a
post this morning. "This contest is canceled."

I'm disappointed, naturally. I also believe that pulling the plug is a brilliant business decision.

Been there? Done that?

"Son, act like you've been there before." (Paul Brown, legendary football coach, to a player who had danced in the end zone after scoring a touchdown)
It's been almost a year since I was reminded that I live among hamsters, that rainy morning when flash flooding exposed many of my neighbors as totally clueless about their surroundings.

They didn't have the knowledge, experience or attitude to confront unfamiliar circumstances -- because they hadn't been there before.

That's inexcusable. There's no reason not to expect the unexpected because, sooner or later, trouble of some sort will find us.

A major traffic accident or a chemical spill will close the freeway. The power will go out some summer evening. An ice storm will leave us without heat for hours, or even days, in the dead of winter.

Traffic jams and weather events might well be on our personal radar, but sometimes the threat is greater and the stakes are higher -- much higher. An intruder will invade our home in the night. We'll suffer an injury at a place or time when medical help isn't available.


And at the risk of sounding like a tin-hatter here, consider this: A natural disaster will hit or civil unrest will boil over when we're miles from home. Could we defend ourselves? Find water and shelter? Build a fire? With or without a vehicle, could we get home?

For a graphic description of such a scenario, see "Cold, cold water."

Dealing effectively with these and other what-ifs depends largely on mindset. The biggest mistake we make, I think, is believing that we can wait 'til the last minute to conjure our must-do SHTF attitude.

Put another way, we can't "act like we've been there" if we've never even been close.

Whether we like it or not, personal preparedness is a full-time job. Fundamental to success -- and survival -- is actively and continually cultivating a working familiarity with tools, skills and surroundings.

It can start with something as ridiculously simple as spending time each day living in the dark. (No kidding.) There's nothing wrong with switching on a light, of course, but how often do we do that out of habit rather than need? By being aware of my using artificial light unnecessarily, I've seen how often I can do without it -- which, as it turns out, is most of the time.

My practice has given me confidence and familiarity (as well as night vision) that come in handy every time the power winks out. Obviously, keeping everything in its place helps. I mean, there's nothing quite as pathetic as needing a flashlight to find the candles -- or the batteries.

Our electric bills are a bit lower, too.

The time may come when embarrassment and utility bills would be the least of my concerns. If an armed intruder were to threaten my family and me in the middle of the night, I can lay my hands on everything I might need -- phone, eyeglasses, defensive weapon, etc. -- in ten seconds or less.

I know that for a fact because I do low-light, dry-fire drills at least once a week. Practice, promise.

When the fuel gauge on our vehicle starts approaching E and we're not sure when we'll see the next gas station, we start driving much more conservatively. We've all done it, trying to squeeze as much mileage as possible out of those last precious fumes in the tank.

The question is, what could we learn by driving that way -- on purpose -- more often? Or all the time? If the SHTF and we're stuck 25 miles from where we want to be with only enough gas to go 20 miles, maybe we could actually get there. Through practice, we stand a good chance of replacing "maybe" with "probably."

In eight months with my Chevy TrailBlazer, I've managed to increase overall fuel efficiency by 20% just by changing the way I drive. I wasn't a maniac to begin with, by the way, nor do I now pose a rolling hazard to my fellow motorists. The bottom line is that it is possible.

Firesteels and knives are essential survival tools, and a handgun can be an effective means of personal defense. Even the best tools are useless, however, if we don't practice with them long before our life depends on the outcome.

Building a fire in a Weber or backyard pit with only found materials, and then lighting it with a firesteel, hones what could be a lifesaving skill. An acquaintance likes to do it while being showered by a lawn sprinkler, to simulate doing it in the rain -- now that's an attitude.

The folding knife in our pocket or the fixed blade we carry in our last-ditch kit someday may be called upon to fashion an emergency shelter, a splint or a deadfall trap. Using those knives for ordinary lawn-and-garden chores, leaving fancy saws and pruners in the shed, can show us what can be done long before it must be done. The experience, albeit ordinary, can prove invaluable.

As for firearms, once again I defer to Col. Jeff Cooper:
"You are no more armed because you own a gun than you are a musician because you own a piano. The instrument is not the answer; the skill to use the instrument is the answer."
Rust is lethal. Get to the range, dammit. 'Nuff said.

There's much more, of course, but I believe I've begun to make the point that being prepared for the unexpected involves more than a full pantry, fresh batteries and a well-stocked bug-out bag. Since circumstances could turn against us any day, preparedness is a mindset we must live every day.

That's not paranoia -- it's only common sense.

Sunday, June 21, 2009

What I know & what I don't

I know that I feel compassion for the people of Iran.

I don't know how I, an independent citizen-patriot who cherishes my liberties, could find the government of Iran anything but repugnant -- typical of a theocratic faux democracy, the Islamic Republic of Iran oppresses its people, indisputably brutal and shamelessly dictatorial.

I know that Iranian President Mahmoud Ahmadinejad is an asshole.

I don't know that reformist Mir-Hossein Mousavi Khameneh would be preferable to the devil we know -- that choice is (or should be) up to the citizens of Iran.

I know that so-called "social networking" media are, right now, our only windows on the protests and violence in Iran.

I don't know -- in fact, I have no way of knowing, and neither do the mainstream media -- whether or not these anecdotal reports, gut-wrenchingly compelling though they may be, fairly portray the situation on the ground.

I know that the Obama administration's response to the strife in Iran has been altogether proper and measured perfectly, a refreshingly intelligent approach to international relations.

I don't know why so many Americans insist that Pres. Obama speak to the world like he's addressing a small-town VFW meeting -- pride flaunted is arrogance, and it's a culture of official arrogance that's made a mess of U.S. foreign policy.

I know that the people of Iran have only their voices with which to resist a powerful government.

I don't know how any American can advocate the trampling of the Second Amendment, thus robbing this free and independent people of our unique ability to preserve Liberty.

I know that the unrest in Iran is half a world away.

I don't know how we can be so complacent as to suggest that heavy-handed government suppression of rights never will visit our shores -- or how we can be so naive as to believe that it hasn't already begun.

Saturday, June 20, 2009

Sharps: Hunting & gathering

Although I haven't said much lately about financial and professional matters, my wife and I have been putting a foundation under a business of our own.

The concept focuses on preparedness, both tools and skills. As regular readers of KintlaLake Blog might expect, the business would mine local resources and take advantage of the Web's potential.

We're realistic -- we have no illusions. Right now we're up to our chins in defining the business and securing suppliers. I spend much of my time noodling ideas, evaluating products and looking for reliable sources.

It's at once frustrating and invigorating. We're still a couple of months away from going live, though, perhaps a bit more.

Related to our business, at least peripherally, I devoted this morning's surfing to choosing a folding knife for a personal survival kit. For my own personal purposes, eventually the knife will live in an OtterBox carried in the KSF Leather Holt I wrote about last week, but whatever I select also could become part of a PSK we'd offer for sale.

It's common for pre-fab kits to include a small, last-ditch razor knife, which definitely would fill the bill in a pinch. In the interest of product differentiation, however, I wanted something more, something better -- I was looking for a real pocketknife.

It had to be sturdy and compact with a useful blade. My very first thought was the ultra-thin Victorinox Bantam Alox (MSRP $24, street $16) with its spear-point blade and screwdriver-caplifter tool, but I settled on the single-blade Victorinox Solo Alox (MSRP $23, street $15).

While the Bantam is an 84mm Victorinox, the Solo, like the Farmer and the previous-generation Soldier, is a 93mm knife. The Solo's blade is longer and thicker than the Bantam's and its backspring is stronger -- and yet it's nearly as thin and only a few grams heavier.

And so an hour ago I added one Solo to my shopping cart at a favorite online retailer. When I checked the total, I noticed that the shipping charges were pretty steep compared to the price of a single item -- no surprise there, but ordering two Solos wasn't part of today's plan. It looked like I had about nine bucks to play with.

I decided to fill the gap with something I've been curious about for some time -- a Frosts Morakniv Viking 640 in carbon steel (street price $8). Mora knives have a reputation for being excellent values, the fixed-blade equivalent of the folding Opinel.

The simple Mora might be just the kind of product we'd like to offer through our business. Even if it's not, I think I'll have fun finding out how much real-world worth can be packed into an eight-dollar knife.

Watch this space for hands-on impressions of the Swiss-made Solo and the Swedish Mora.

Earlier posts
Sharps: Cheap therapy
Sharps: So you want simple?
Sharps: A modern-day Soldier

Links
Frosts Mora
Opinel Knife & Cutlery
Victorinox & Swiss Army (USA)

Sharps: A philosophy

After the hammer, the edged tool arguably was the first implement fashioned by man. Those who embrace the undeniably primitive nature of axes and knives today tend to be elemental philosophers of a sort, a fellowship that includes many knife owners and virtually all knifemakers.

In this era of specialties and gimmickry, we'd be wise to return to the basics they espouse.

Mike Stewart is, for all practical purposes, Bark River Knife & Tool. He learned his craft at the elbow of the legendary Bill Moran. He was shaped by an industry journey that included Pacific, Blackjack, and Marble. Today his company manufactures some of the finest and most sought-after sharps, regardless of price, in the world.

Like most of us, Stewart has both detractors and defenders. I prefer to judge a man by his work, however, and in that regard he has my admiration.

Stewart also happens to be among the aforementioned philosophers. With pleasing clarity, he draws us back to fundamentals:

"I have found that a knife needs to be a knife. It needs to cut, chop, carve, be batoned. It needs to be strong, take a great edge, hold that edge and be easy to touch-up in the field.

"With that in mind, the more things you try to incorporate into that knife -- saw teeth, gut hooks, skull crushers, hammers, hidden compartments -- the less it actually is a knife."

The essence of an edged tool, then, is its utility. Knives can be beautiful, certainly, and many of Stewart's are, but his mindset demands that their aesthetics flow from their usefulness. It's an approach rooted in function, dismissing the dime-store flamboyance typical of made-in-Hollywood blades.

Naturally, different patterns and sizes excel at different tasks -- "horses for courses," as the saying goes -- but there always will be the wish for The Knife, a single tool that does most everything well.

As much as I might hate to admit it, I'm always pursuing the ideal bushcraft knife, the one survival knife to replace all others. Here's Stewart's perspective:

"The best bushcraft knife is the one you have with you and is best suited to your needs and style of use."

"A survival knife is the knife you have with you when things go not as planned."

"For me, a survival knife is a bushcraft knife -- and a utility knife and a hunting knife. I really don't care what style you are comfortable with. If you know how to use it, it's your bushcraft knife."

That's an extraordinarily useful way to look at a knife, but on closer examination we see that Stewart isn't talking about knives or even about preparedness. He's talking about us.

Singer, not song.

Simplicity resides in me, not in an object. When I handle and use a knife, I discover its elemental qualities and rediscover my own. Its ultimate utility can't emerge without me. As I reveal my aptitudes and master skills, the tool is constant -- I change.

That's what Stewart is saying. That's what he knows.

And so if there's an explanation for my affection for sharps -- why I write so many posts on the subject, why I'll sit quietly and whittle a feather stick rather than play a computer game -- that's it.

It's a philosophy. Knives are simply the tools I use to explore it.