I'd ordered one of G. Fred Asbell's wool pullovers, wool possibles bag, and one of his wool covered GFA quivers.
You can get your own GFred swag at the GFredSwagGettinPlace. I'll be writing more about the quiver, bag, and pullover in the future.
GFA has been a prolific writer in the world of traditional archery for a long time now. I remember reading his Instinctive Shooting books back in the late '80s and early '90s. He started shooting traditional bows before they were called traditional, that means before compound bows came on the scene. I won't bore you with all that history, suffice it to say it was about 1961.
Asbell has penned over five hundred articles and written three books, he's hunted in 32 states and 9 Canadian provinces, as well as 2 African countries, harvesting 19 separate species of big game. he's been a leader and a bar setter for the traditional archery community for a very long time. In my opinion he's been a great Ambassador. In 2010 he was inducted to the Archery Hall of Fame.
Good on you G, keep the wind in your face brother.
21 November 2011
16 November 2011
Perspectives, turnings, and rambling.
“Yet the mass of city men, stalking their meat at the crowded market instead of in the green woods or the cool marshes, put up with existences of quiet desperation. Their incessant anxiety and strain is a well-nigh incurable form of disease.” Col. Townsend Whelen
I'm going to ramble.
I'm speaking from my own perspective here, my own point of view which will undoubtedly be contrary to some and that's okay. Funny thing about perspectives, everyone has their own and it is founded upon individual experiences and general knowledge base. A person's perspective often does not change unless it encounters something that shatters it with the hammer of reality. When a false perspective is easier to maintain, or that perspective being changed would result in extreme psychological distress individuals will often cling to it regardless of reality. Somewhere in here I think one could find the underlying reason for why the USA is the highest consumer of anti-depressant drugs, or indeed, drugs of all types. I digress.
My own perspective was built through a fairly wide range of experiences, years spent in a steel mill living on overtime, building tires for a major US firm and being laid off three or four times a year, to starting my own company and burning the candle at both ends for years. Struggling to make ends meet to doing okay for myself now. Both professionally and self educated, experiencing both feast and famine, the peaks and valleys of life have led me along the way to where I am now.
Before, and when I started this blog I was angry on many levels, with the economy, politics, where I was in life, hence the Grouch part as I was, and my wife will attest, a real Grouch. Where I lived then I had some access to the wild places but it was somewhat limited between geography as well as an extremely heavy work load. Not long after, I hit a different stride, I doubled down on the dream and moved to the wilderness, changed my working environment and proceeded down a simpler path in life. Almost immediately my perspective was changing. I had grown up outdoors, and you could say I went home and back to my youth. I found some peace and solace, I heard a voice I had not heard in many many years. And I listened to it.
Now I still get some frustration, I still pop an angry spell from time to time but I am not angry all the time any more. This doesn't mean I am not aware, or that I put my head in the sand regarding our world and where it is on the misery index so to speak, no, I just found a different way to deal with it. The solid thunk of a splitting maul into a good chunk of wood is therapy in and of itself.
I think humans have a tendency to 'search' for something, that there is a trait buried within our psyche that drives us for 'something'. I suppose that early on this might have been for nothing more than safety and survival, the next meal and shelter from a storm. Somewhere in here religion entered the mix and spirituality was born. Do not misconstrue this as I'm a believer in evolution and not in God, this isn't true and I'd rather not debate religion. Humans have something inside them that drives them to fill a void for lack of a better way of saying it. That void, over time, has been filled with many things. Survival, Spirituality, Conquest, Knowledge, traced over the spans of time and history you can find where man as a collective was in search of something.
Somewhere along the way I believe this was recognized by others and then the effort to harness this process began. First through brute force, but this evolved over time as it was somewhat quickly recognized that killing people through raw conquest was a huge waste. Instead it was recognized that if you can get a person to willingly embrace something through their own volition that you then have a compliant, mailable, and submissive populace doing the bidding of those who understand how to pull the strings, or reins, of a collective society.
How sensible is it to spend all the best part of one’s life earning money in order to enjoy a questionable liberty during the least valuable years? I would propose that civilization as we know it, by design, intends to shackle a people to a yoke, to pull a wagon filled not with the actual benefit to the people but rather the singular benefit of those with the reins. Who gave them the reigns? The people did, and willingly I might add. For the same reasons you put blinders on a plow horse, so too are they on the people, for if not blinded and fully exposed to the reality around them their perception would change, shattered by the hammer of reality.
"The cost of a thing is the amount of life required to be exchanged for it, immediately or in the long run. When one has obtained those essentials necessary for well-being — food, shelter, warmth, and clothing, there is an alternative to struggling through steel jungles for the luxuries. That’s to adventure on life itself...”
It's too late in the game now, to take another route without devastation and an even deeper mass misery of the people. We made a wrong turn a long time ago and we cannot back track, the question then becomes, how long before another turning, and when that turning happens, what are the consequences?
I fully realize that what makes one person happy, may not make another happy even in the slightest, I get that. In the end we are all hitched to this wagon and pulling away, as the number of people pulling diminishes, the misery of those left at the yoke increases. Meanwhile those now not pulling live at the expense of others, all the while still miserable themselves to a more or lesser degree. What is the happy answer to all this? Maybe there isn't one under the current paradigm, for myself I would say that I have found some peace and happiness through simplifying my life as much as I can. We are all mortal and we are all here only for a short time, too short indeed to mull it up with complexities and contrivances that do more to damage our sanity and peace of mind than improve it.
It is also my belief that as a society grows the individuals are more or less, cogs in a machine. As with all things mechanical, over time the process or the mechanism of its workings becomes more streamlined and efficient. As this happens some cogs in the machine are no longer needed. In fact as this process of streamlining occurs more and more cogs are removed from the machine as it still turns on and on relentlessly. Those cogs are tossed into the rubbish bin. Is this not how society and civilization are currently functioning? Are not the individuals who once powered the machine replaced with automated processes or other cheaper out sourced labor? I am not saying that one should not progress, either individually or as a society. I am saying our current paradigm produces waste of both resources and individuals, that the very design of it is harmful and destructive to the individual, to society, to the planet itself.
Twenty years ago the pace of doing business was far less than that of today. Consider a moment, before the advent of email and cell phones, what occurred at the end of a business day. Unless there was some sort of emergency the day ended. Does it end now? For most that currently do business of any scale in our world there isn't an end time. Typically folks at this level are salaried, there is no clock to punch and as a result of our communications capabilities as they are currently, there isn't actually an end to the work day. I'm sure someone would argue that, yes, this is the case but those people are 'justly compensated' and if not they can work elsewhere. Well, if the 'elsewhere' work is exactly the same I believe the argument isn't valid. Further, what is 'just compensation' really? Is it how many chits are deposited into your account weekly? Pieces of paper through which you attempt to buy some semblance of happiness?
I fully realize that what makes one person happy, may not make another happy even in the slightest, I get that. In the end we are all hitched to this wagon and pulling away, as the number of people pulling diminishes, the misery of those left at the yoke increases. Meanwhile those now not pulling live at the expense of others, all the while still miserable themselves to a more or lesser degree. What is the happy answer to all this? Maybe there isn't one under the current paradigm, for myself I would say that I have found some peace and happiness through simplifying my life as much as I can. We are all mortal and we are all here only for a short time, too short indeed to mull it up with complexities and contrivances that do more to damage our sanity and peace of mind than improve it.
It is also my belief that as a society grows the individuals are more or less, cogs in a machine. As with all things mechanical, over time the process or the mechanism of its workings becomes more streamlined and efficient. As this happens some cogs in the machine are no longer needed. In fact as this process of streamlining occurs more and more cogs are removed from the machine as it still turns on and on relentlessly. Those cogs are tossed into the rubbish bin. Is this not how society and civilization are currently functioning? Are not the individuals who once powered the machine replaced with automated processes or other cheaper out sourced labor? I am not saying that one should not progress, either individually or as a society. I am saying our current paradigm produces waste of both resources and individuals, that the very design of it is harmful and destructive to the individual, to society, to the planet itself.
Twenty years ago the pace of doing business was far less than that of today. Consider a moment, before the advent of email and cell phones, what occurred at the end of a business day. Unless there was some sort of emergency the day ended. Does it end now? For most that currently do business of any scale in our world there isn't an end time. Typically folks at this level are salaried, there is no clock to punch and as a result of our communications capabilities as they are currently, there isn't actually an end to the work day. I'm sure someone would argue that, yes, this is the case but those people are 'justly compensated' and if not they can work elsewhere. Well, if the 'elsewhere' work is exactly the same I believe the argument isn't valid. Further, what is 'just compensation' really? Is it how many chits are deposited into your account weekly? Pieces of paper through which you attempt to buy some semblance of happiness?
If a value of a thing is determined by how much of your life you trade for it, and more and more of your life is required, there will come a time when the thing, whatever it may be, is simply too costly in terms of life/time spent on it. What happens at this point? The realization is made that one's life is owned by the machine itself and that there is not a practical means of escaping it for the average person.
Slaves to the machine of our own making.
To alter this course society would need to collectively embrace a simpler paradigm. Easier said that done to be sure. Ultimately this will happen, probably as a result of necessity as the current paradigm collapses around us all. During that collapse there will be pain, there will be suffering, as they say, change is never easy. As we go through this change which will inevitably happen, you can in fact make it easier on yourself. The simpler your life is the easier it will be. How do you make your life simpler? Become more self reliant, do more for yourself with less. What is essential to your well being? That should be a short and simple list, if you can answer to those items on that list, you're well on your way. A turning is coming, history is our map of the future, the direction of our society is going to change.
To all things there is a cycle and a season, our civilization is not exempt from this rule.
14 November 2011
Return to Frost River Trading Co
When I first visited and wrote about Frost River Trading Co HERE, they were basically a manufacturing facility only. They didn't have a store front though they would welcome you in and show you anything you wanted to see. Back in July they moved to a new location in Duluth Minnesota, and last week I stopped in for the first time since the move. I had a couple questions and I wanted to pick up a Pack Basket, same one seen in 'A Walk Through My November Woods". I would add that I'm in no way affiliated with Frost River, not on the payroll, do not receive nor ask for discounts. I'm just a user that believes in their products, style, and I love to see that Made in USA tag!
I met Mr. David Hoole, when I came through the door, and his first words were, "I know you, you're the American Grouch". I have to say I was a bit out of sorts, I don't think I've met anyone else in person who reads my rambles save a few folks from my work. David is a personable guy with a heavy background in the outdoors and we struck it off right, right out of the gate. In the process of purchasing the pack basket we got to talking about all manner of things, waxing philosophical amidst all that waxed canvas was a treat. I didn't have my camera with me and I needed that snap added to the foraging bag so I asked if I could come back by and get that done while snapping some pics of their new digs. Wasn't a problem.
I take okay pictures outside, but my skills at indoor photography are lacking to say the least, could have also been the smell of leather and canvas wreaking havoc with my fine motor control too. We went upstairs to get the snap added, which was a snap to do, no pun intended. The machinery used to do that was fascinating, a leg powered press, which when operated looks like this:
On the way out of the operations area upstairs I spotted these leather goods, man o man take a look at that rich leather goodness!
While on the upper landing you get a bird's eye view of the store, notice the hammered tin ceiling? They just don't make stuff like that anymore, no idea how old that is, it'll never need replacing though.
Also got a view of the leather working areas, they've stream lined everything.
The tents they carry are also made in Duluth, they've got them on the wall in the store, all of them except the Northwoods Tarp.
They've really expanded their line, everything from luggage, canoe packs, Bushcraft packs, bike packs, home decor, totes, you name it they probably make it.
Kevin Kinney from Empire Canvas Works, has an assortment of his wool clothing and Anoraks in the store as well. I don't know when but it sounded like they may also start carrying his True North Boots as well.
The canoes in the shop are nice, the Stewart River canoe was incredible. A functional piece of art and another product made right here in Minnesota.
There big pack line is ever expanding and where my heart truly lay, from their Timber Cruiser which is my favorite to their Isle Royale Sr & Jr, there is a pack for every one and every task. The Cliff Jacobson is probably my next purchase for a day pack, even though I love the Nessmuk namesake pack too!
This is the Cliff Jacobson Signature pack, looks like a great day pack and for the minimalist even an over-nighter.
The Nessmuk.
One of the newest packs isn't new, it's just wrapped in orange. I'm thinking about picking one of these up for the boys to use during rifle season.
While I'm not a cyclist they do offer several bags for bikes, same top notch quality found in everything else.
It's kind of tough to see in this image, it was taken from outside through the store front's glass. That is the Camp Kitchen pack. A very large pack with big side pockets and several organizational features, like the utensil/tool slab that can be detached and hung near your campfire or fire grate. I see a lot of other uses for it as well. Since the image from the window is hard to see, I've also included an image from their website.
While I was there I also picked up some nice organizational bags, one will hold my Kupilka and general cooking and eating stuff, another holds a personal survival kit including a tarp and small first aid kit, and the smaller of the three is the perfect size for a fire and tinder kit.
I'll be back.
12 November 2011
A Walk through my November Woods...
We're having unseasonably warm weather for this time of the year, today got up to 42 degrees, lows at night in the 30s. This time last year I had nearly two feet of snow and we were not making it out of the 20s.
Travel has been heavy since the beginning of October so I have not had the chance to really get some good time afield. Took advantage this morning to walk about the back woods. Decided to try something different. A traditional pack basket. My Grandfather had one, and several years ago I tried one but didn't really give it a good go, so I decided to try it again. I'll do a write up on that after several weeks with it. I know I enjoyed it today but I'll need to modify the harness.
Sunrise this morning was a good one, like the horizon was on fire.

One of the biggest fungus I have ever seen in my life. That Kephart is a 5" blade and 5.5" handle.


My route took me through a section of the property that's rolling, some of it has some pretty dramatic elevation changes though I did not get that far today. A lot of this area is old growth.






Some deer sign, including some fresh scrapes. We've got some fresh venison in the freezer already, rest of the season I'm going to take slow and easy and enjoy it.




I don't know how long these have been there, or why they are there. I'm guessing maybe it is the remnants of an old logger or surveyors camp. There were at least three stoves and the remains of one other. There was also an old enameled tea pot, big one. The bottom was rusted out but the rest of it was relatively intact. This stuff was easily twelve miles from the nearest road, bet they played hell getting these stoves that far back.






More scenery.




Next time I come through here I'm going to turn this downed tree into a shelter, it isn't far from a sweet spring.

This is the spring, had some ice in it this morning.

This is the fourth one of these I've found since the cold weather started coming on.

Not far from the wasp's nest I found this bird's nest.

Time for lunch, quick fire to get some hot water, then a quick noodle before back on the trail.


This is the pack basket I was talking about. Insanely simple, it carried well though the straps need modification. I was really surprised at just how comfortable it was on the back. The other surprising thing is just how light it is, weighs less than almost any of my other packs and is certainly the lightest for the volume it can handle. Incidentally it can be used as I am using it here, but it was also built to be inserted into a Frost River Timber Cruiser pack. Fits like a glove.



Sunset was pretty close to what sunrise looked like. We might be getting some snow tomorrow, if so I'm going right back out.

Thanks for looking.
Travel has been heavy since the beginning of October so I have not had the chance to really get some good time afield. Took advantage this morning to walk about the back woods. Decided to try something different. A traditional pack basket. My Grandfather had one, and several years ago I tried one but didn't really give it a good go, so I decided to try it again. I'll do a write up on that after several weeks with it. I know I enjoyed it today but I'll need to modify the harness.
Sunrise this morning was a good one, like the horizon was on fire.

One of the biggest fungus I have ever seen in my life. That Kephart is a 5" blade and 5.5" handle.


My route took me through a section of the property that's rolling, some of it has some pretty dramatic elevation changes though I did not get that far today. A lot of this area is old growth.






Some deer sign, including some fresh scrapes. We've got some fresh venison in the freezer already, rest of the season I'm going to take slow and easy and enjoy it.




I don't know how long these have been there, or why they are there. I'm guessing maybe it is the remnants of an old logger or surveyors camp. There were at least three stoves and the remains of one other. There was also an old enameled tea pot, big one. The bottom was rusted out but the rest of it was relatively intact. This stuff was easily twelve miles from the nearest road, bet they played hell getting these stoves that far back.






More scenery.




Next time I come through here I'm going to turn this downed tree into a shelter, it isn't far from a sweet spring.

This is the spring, had some ice in it this morning.

This is the fourth one of these I've found since the cold weather started coming on.

Not far from the wasp's nest I found this bird's nest.

Time for lunch, quick fire to get some hot water, then a quick noodle before back on the trail.


This is the pack basket I was talking about. Insanely simple, it carried well though the straps need modification. I was really surprised at just how comfortable it was on the back. The other surprising thing is just how light it is, weighs less than almost any of my other packs and is certainly the lightest for the volume it can handle. Incidentally it can be used as I am using it here, but it was also built to be inserted into a Frost River Timber Cruiser pack. Fits like a glove.



Sunset was pretty close to what sunrise looked like. We might be getting some snow tomorrow, if so I'm going right back out.

Thanks for looking.
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