Great story.When I was a kid and my family went camping in the Black Hills of SD, my dad made me a walking stick from a branch I'd found. Carved my name near the top and everything. Some years later, it broke, and Dad pinned and glued the break for me. I *still* have that thing and use it on hikes once in a while.Good idea, shellacing it. I should do that to mine to help preserve it.Word ver: comple: as in, "This word ver is incomple."
I need a better swiss army knife for these sorts of occasions.
Leatherman multitool FTW. Sounds nice and providential, though. I'd also love it if I could find free-range mesquite for the smoker in the back yard.
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