While with a friend, just nocking some arrows and breaking em on hard stumps, he reached into his back pocket to retrieve his folding knife to dig an arrow out of a deadfall and discovered he had lost it somewhere on the trail. He's kinda like me in that he's usually broke and has a wife of iron fist where money is concerned :shock: (sorry honey, only kidding, you know?)
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Anyways, we searched all the way back to his truck and then searched his truck with no luck of finding his knife. However, we did find some other interesting stuff including an old bone handled and fairly rusted mini hatchet. It cleaned up pretty nice and my friend uses it now instead of his knife.
Now for the surprise, it had belonged to his father and since his pops death, the little axe was his and he had lost it out there several years before, while I was with him and while we were doing the same time honored practice of roving.