I'll go along with reds old school style
I have an old school Bark River made
I'll go along with reds old school style
Hey Seved! Yep Fiddleback.
I sent that shed my wife found to Mike Stewart and he made those for me. Nice guy
My wife is the antler shed finding queen. She found 4, 1 matched set last year!
I've been carrying one I got from Jojo in a trade (when I finally get a camera I'll let you all bask in it's beauty. Perhaps Jojo has a photo. 3mm thick 01 Tool steel, with a birdseye maple handle. This is what I can recall completing with her;
I got her back in September when visiting my girlfriend in Indiana, USA. I was not used to those woods, but soon learned of the plants and trees. There were willows and tulip poplar all over the state, and I soon began making bowdrill fires. Some bowdrill kits I made, were as small as a tin of altoid mints. The Nessmuk did the job of whittling far better than I expected with such a curved blade. I also carved pipestems for my smoking habit, and prepared several dinners with the blade. All duties were completed beyond my expectations.
October I arrived back in Canada, and through that week I was canoeing and camping through the small water systems behind my new household. Balsam fir, and hard spruce trees were split and shaved down to kindling, as I threw sparks from a ferro rod with ease. Even my reliable Cold Steel SRK took a back seat as I played with this new toy. I knew from the beginning, due to the hump, that the spine of the blade would not be very useful for traditional flint and steel. But with the nice sharp edge on the spine, the firesteel showered the birchbark and old man's beard with more energy than I've seen come from any other blade/firesteel combination. I plan on speaking to Jojo later about making another sheath for the nessie, with a firesteel loop, and perhaps a matching firesteel (we'll talk later brother ).
After a week of testing, I went to Manitouwadge Ontario, just on the most northern tip of Lake Superior (North America's largest inland freshwater sea). This was moose and bog territory, and I was carrying a .308 Remington, my Cold Steel Rifleman, and of course, my Nessmuk. Besides a firesteel and a canteen of water, that was all of my gear on long, cold days in the northern bush. For most of the week, I was gathering labrador tea, northern sagebrush, and more old man's beard for my firekit. I used the nessmuk to snip through the hard stems of the dried, dead Labrador tea and northern sagebrush. I also used the nessmuk to hack the branches of fir trees down for better shots, as well as make seats for me while waiting on a game trail. I know I could have used the tomahawk, but I wished to test the nessmuk. As well, I planned on hacking through the ribcage of the moose we would later kill, so I wished for my tomahawk to remain very sharp. All of these duties were performed with elegance.
I hunted with two native men, my father and my uncle. As well as a French Canadien couple, and their son. All five hunters were impressed with the beauty and functionable shape of the nessie.
Finally, that thursday we bagged a large cow moose, pushing in at 1,200 lbs when gutted. The graceful curve of the nessmuk knife skinned and gutted the large moose like unzipping a coat or jacket. I checked the edge, still razor. But I touched her up on a basalt river stone, to bring it even sharper for the butchering part.
The next month, we bagged two deer, a large 10-point buck, and a young, healthy hind. Both were skinned and butchered back at camp, where my nessmuk was watched with interest by 7 other hunters, several of whom had been hunting since the 1940s, and one of whom has since passed onto the next life. Again I heard compliments for the shape and usefulness of the nessmuk. Obviously this design was made strictly for hunting and fishing. I can even see how it evolved from old time knives like the Green River Belt knives. Of which I had once owned, and had given to my younger cousin, since aquiring such a beautiful nessie.
I've as of lately been allowing buckskinners, flintlock rifle hunters, and fellow bushcrafter the chance to test and examine the blade. All give it high ratings, and several have asked me to contact Jojo for them, to see if they can work out a deal with him for similar blades.
Later this month I will be sending it to Dr Gino Ferri of Survival in the Bush Inc. to be tested by him, and his company's staff. I will then be mailing the nessmuk down to my dear friend John Campbell, founder and director of Arizona Bushman, a survival school in the desert region of the United States. I will be gathering their reviews after the rigorous tests they put this knife through. And after they finish, I hope to begin writing an even more detailed review of the blade.
I don't know if 7 months counts as long term nessmuk using, but I've used her on nearly daily activities, and she has become my most prized cutting tool. My SRK sits scornfully in my trunk, while my mora and Scandi knives sulk up on the shelf. I have a new love, and her name is Nessmuk.
I've been carrying one I got from Jojo in a trade (when I finally get a camera I'll let you all bask in it's beauty. Perhaps Jojo has a photo. 3mm thick 01 Tool steel, with a birdseye maple handle. This is what I can recall completing with her;
I got her back in September when visiting my girlfriend in Indiana, USA. I was not used to those woods, but soon learned of the plants and trees. There were willows and tulip poplar all over the state, and I soon began making bowdrill fires. Some bowdrill kits I made, were as small as a tin of altoid mints. The Nessmuk did the job of whittling far better than I expected with such a curved blade. I also carved pipestems for my smoking habit, and prepared several dinners with the blade. All duties were completed beyond my expectations.
October I arrived back in Canada, and through that week I was canoeing and camping through the small water systems behind my new household. Balsam fir, and hard spruce trees were split and shaved down to kindling, as I threw sparks from a ferro rod with ease. Even my reliable Cold Steel SRK took a back seat as I played with this new toy. I knew from the beginning, due to the hump, that the spine of the blade would not be very useful for traditional flint and steel. But with the nice sharp edge on the spine, the firesteel showered the birchbark and old man's beard with more energy than I've seen come from any other blade/firesteel combination. I plan on speaking to Jojo later about making another sheath for the nessie, with a firesteel loop, and perhaps a matching firesteel (we'll talk later brother ).
After a week of testing, I went to Manitouwadge Ontario, just on the most northern tip of Lake Superior (North America's largest inland freshwater sea). This was moose and bog territory, and I was carrying a .308 Remington, my Cold Steel Rifleman, and of course, my Nessmuk. Besides a firesteel and a canteen of water, that was all of my gear on long, cold days in the northern bush. For most of the week, I was gathering labrador tea, northern sagebrush, and more old man's beard for my firekit. I used the nessmuk to snip through the hard stems of the dried, dead Labrador tea and northern sagebrush. I also used the nessmuk to hack the branches of fir trees down for better shots, as well as make seats for me while waiting on a game trail. I know I could have used the tomahawk, but I wished to test the nessmuk. As well, I planned on hacking through the ribcage of the moose we would later kill, so I wished for my tomahawk to remain very sharp. All of these duties were performed with elegance.
I hunted with two native men, my father and my uncle. As well as a French Canadien couple, and their son. All five hunters were impressed with the beauty and functionable shape of the nessie.
Finally, that thursday we bagged a large cow moose, pushing in at 1,200 lbs when gutted. The graceful curve of the nessmuk knife skinned and gutted the large moose like unzipping a coat or jacket. I checked the edge, still razor. But I touched her up on a basalt river stone, to bring it even sharper for the butchering part.
The next month, we bagged two deer, a large 10-point buck, and a young, healthy hind. Both were skinned and butchered back at camp, where my nessmuk was watched with interest by 7 other hunters, several of whom had been hunting since the 1940s, and one of whom has since passed onto the next life. Again I heard compliments for the shape and usefulness of the nessmuk. Obviously this design was made strictly for hunting and fishing. I can even see how it evolved from old time knives like the Green River Belt knives. Of which I had once owned, and had given to my younger cousin, since aquiring such a beautiful nessie.
I've as of lately been allowing buckskinners, flintlock rifle hunters, and fellow bushcrafter the chance to test and examine the blade. All give it high ratings, and several have asked me to contact Jojo for them, to see if they can work out a deal with him for similar blades.
Later this month I will be sending it to Dr Gino Ferri of Survival in the Bush Inc. to be tested by him, and his company's staff. I will then be mailing the nessmuk down to my dear friend John Campbell, founder and director of Arizona Bushman, a survival school in the desert region of the United States. I will be gathering their reviews after the rigorous tests they put this knife through. And after they finish, I hope to begin writing an even more detailed review of the blade.
I don't know if 7 months counts as long term nessmuk using, but I've used her on nearly daily activities, and she has become my most prized cutting tool. My SRK sits scornfully in my trunk, while my mora and Scandi knives sulk up on the shelf. I have a new love, and her name is Nessmuk.