I've been very lucky this January to spend some time in the colder climes with the Czechs and Canucks.
We have just driven back from Lake Nosbonsing in Ontario where I and my buddies spent a weekend ice fishing.
These guys are all outdoorsmen- hunting, shooting and fishing types. I'd always imagined them having a reasonable understanding of bushcraft.
Someone had bought a fire pit and it was dutifully dragged out onto the ice on the sled attached to the back of the Snowmobile, along with some logs provided by our hosts at Birch Hill Camp.
They had already tried and failed to get it going using damp cardboard from one of our many beer crates. I arrived just as they were considering going back for a can of petrol but we were a long way out on the frozen lake and so I bet I could get it going before they returned.
So here I am in the snow on a frozen lake in Ontario under pressure to get a fire going - living the dream! First problem was the wood which was seasoned but superficially wet. Second was it was some kind of oak which is great for a long burning fuel but not great to get going. I'd hoped to find some nice resinous pine but no luck.
I didn't have a knife on me but one guy had an assisted opener with a reasonable edge and in the ice fishing hut nearby there was a very blunt fixed blade.
I battoned a log to find a dry centre with the fixed blade and then took a stave and feather sticked it with the sharper knife. By this time I had a fascinated audience watching me "Going old school on this"
I carved off some match thick pieces out of the heart and then some pencil thick pieces.
I soon had a teepee of dry wood arranged on the damp card out of the icy fire pit bottom, we got the feather stick lit placed in the heart of my match sized slivers which caught without much blowing. By the time the Snowmobile guy came back the kindling was going and would have made a decent tea brewing campfire.
The bigger logs took a lot of air to get going and so I went for a lattice stack. Within 15 minutes the fire was blazing and apparently I am "The ultimate Boy Scout"
A simple set of skills earned a lot of respect from the locals.
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We have just driven back from Lake Nosbonsing in Ontario where I and my buddies spent a weekend ice fishing.
These guys are all outdoorsmen- hunting, shooting and fishing types. I'd always imagined them having a reasonable understanding of bushcraft.
Someone had bought a fire pit and it was dutifully dragged out onto the ice on the sled attached to the back of the Snowmobile, along with some logs provided by our hosts at Birch Hill Camp.
They had already tried and failed to get it going using damp cardboard from one of our many beer crates. I arrived just as they were considering going back for a can of petrol but we were a long way out on the frozen lake and so I bet I could get it going before they returned.
So here I am in the snow on a frozen lake in Ontario under pressure to get a fire going - living the dream! First problem was the wood which was seasoned but superficially wet. Second was it was some kind of oak which is great for a long burning fuel but not great to get going. I'd hoped to find some nice resinous pine but no luck.
I didn't have a knife on me but one guy had an assisted opener with a reasonable edge and in the ice fishing hut nearby there was a very blunt fixed blade.
I battoned a log to find a dry centre with the fixed blade and then took a stave and feather sticked it with the sharper knife. By this time I had a fascinated audience watching me "Going old school on this"
I carved off some match thick pieces out of the heart and then some pencil thick pieces.
I soon had a teepee of dry wood arranged on the damp card out of the icy fire pit bottom, we got the feather stick lit placed in the heart of my match sized slivers which caught without much blowing. By the time the Snowmobile guy came back the kindling was going and would have made a decent tea brewing campfire.
The bigger logs took a lot of air to get going and so I went for a lattice stack. Within 15 minutes the fire was blazing and apparently I am "The ultimate Boy Scout"
A simple set of skills earned a lot of respect from the locals.
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