i am reminded that while camping in early July, there was a log/root thing blocking our main sitting and cooking area. nobody could dislodge it. i went into one of my bags randomly and produced a Potbelly, and made the root no more. three or four good solid chops and it was severed, tossed into the bracken, and made hence. blade was wiped clean with a moist cloth, dried, sheathed and back in a the bag quite literally before anyone could react. AWESOME !!! !!!
later, some less timid people asked to see it and play some. education abounds. the others, stupid pacifist vegan hippies (little to no offense meant ;>) were still shocked at the speed and sheer violence of primal nature they had seen
hee hee hee