What a tiny knife can do-Helle Raud S review

Well, you know, politicians happen again in Germany. At the moment there is a bit of hope we might keep the sorry mess that is left of our democracy for a bit longer (but I wager, not for long) due to massive democratic and judicial protest, but who knows. 

Since I wanted a pocket knife that is capable of carving and didn't look threatening to the Karens or our Slytheen that rule us, I came across the Helle Raud S.  Normally, I would not have thought twice about a knife that small. Actually, the Vics are awesome and those are actually rarely incapable of doing things, but the proposal for the novelty offensive weapon act would have banned a Swiss Army knife, because it would be too long.  Actually, the new proposal, which still is not aborted, would ban all things not Teletubby from the public, including all kind of tools, knives, bottles or anything heavy or sharp. 

I spare you the rant.  It is pathetic, and we all know.  

Anyway, I was asking myself, could one find a capable knife with a tiny blade that were still able to do some of the things I want or need to do in the woods? Forget tactical neckknives, those are toys for people who will open boxes at the most.  And I thought, well, my Mora carving knives are actually pretty decent for a lot of things I do. But them being fixed blade knives, they still look too threatening to the Karen Teletubbies. So, a folding knife it had to be.  Originally, I thought about the Helle Kletten, but dismissed it because it would not work with a ferro rod, because of its three layer laminate steel, so it had to be the cheaper Raud S.  To be honest, I wasn't too fond of spending 120€ on a knife I normally would never have bought.  

Well, the little knife arrived. There was a rather silly #nancysapplechallenge going on in the interwebs where you tried to demonstrate that you could not cut an apple with a short knife, which is a logical fallacy, because you cannot prove a negative claim. But, anyway, apple harvest was on the way and I had to make and conserve apple sauce from 5kg of crap apples anyway, so I put it through its paces. It obviously needed some adaptation, but it proved really not as inadequate as I expected.

Also, it actually did not work too bad prepping potatoes for soup and slicing up sausage and spring onions. 

It had its shortcomings, but it is possible to use it for food prepping in a pinch.  

Where it excelled, however, was carving.  

It performs several classes above its size when carving wood. The blade shape and Scandi grind and short blade all combine to add up to a really great detail knife. 

I made wall hooks, 

spoons from seasoned oak,

a walking stick from holly, 

wallhooks from dry cherry,

And after all that hard use it still made shavings like that. 

Using it to help with cordage, foraging, mushroom hunting, it really does a lot of things. 

Its biggest advantage is obviously that it goes into the small pocket of your jeans and is so light and nimble that you do not really notice it until you need it.  The blade is 55mm long and 2.7 mm thick. It is made from 12C27 steel, tempered to 59HRC. The grind is a medium Scandinavian grind with the tiniest of micro bevels. It locks reliably by a sturdy back lock.  There is no radial or side play whatsoever. The liners are made from sturdy tempered steel (almost a millimetre thick). The handle from beautiful curly birch , which is stained red, is 85 mm long. To me, that means, the pinky gets to rest behind the handle. This led to a bit of pain in my joints of that finger after several hours of hard carving.  The handle, being rather stubby and chunky, lends itself to powerful cuts, though.  Inverse cuts, chest cut, scissor cut and all Slöjd positions need a bit of adaptation, but are perfectly doable.  

So, if you are looking for a non-offensive and light carry knife for Slöjd in the woods, and can live with the limits of such a tiny blade, this knife, apart from it being in line with the removal of your civic rights, performs admireably well for little Slöjd projects.  It might also be a really great first Slöjd knife for kids.  

So, apart from the political shitshow going on, it is a great companion that you do not notice until you need it, but that is amazingly and surprisingly capable. I currently always carry it alongside my SAK, because for carving, it performs really great. If you can afford it, and can live with its limitations, it might be a great addition to your EDC.  

Thanks for tuning in, take care and have fun!

Acorn coffee with Chaga and hazelnut

On a recent outing, I collected some acorns and hazelnuts to try out a new recipe for a coffee alternative. 

I cracked the nuts and peeled the acorns.  You need to thoroughly leach out the acorns.  I was sort of in a hurry, so I chopped them and boiled them three times for 20 minutes, changing the water every time. You could keep the batches for staining cloth or tanning leather. When the bitterness is gone, you can take the nuts and acorns and roast them to a dark brown or even black colour.  

Grind them like coffee and boil them with a walnut-sized piece of Chaga for about 20 minutes, until a golden-brown froth rises from the Chaga. If you want to make the drink more substantial, you can add some sweet chestnut and some cashews or unroasted hazelnuts. 

Sweeten with honey. 
Enjoy! 😉
 

A new and very different bike and some thoughts on the ""bugout bike concept"

It has been in the making for a long time.  Ages ago, as it seems, when the World was a very different place, I was looking for a new bike.  There was a Surly Troll sitting in the window of my then favourite bikeshop. I was all for riding Enduro trails, though, and, well, that frame came with a rigid fork. Actually I was being aware even back then, that the party was nearing the end. I do love riding a lot. I have been riding with passion for a good 40 years almost, I have been riding races and down places and trails with 35mm of rubber eraser suspension up front that are not open to the public, including hikers, because they are too dangerous nowadays. I thought I would live to ride back then and even designed T-shirts with that slogan. I now know that it was more that I rode to live. 

I have been a people-pleaser all my life.  And a huge part of my riding with others was because I never got respect for anything I did and most of the time, for no other reason than the fact that I am different, I was actively denied it.  Mountainbike riding gave me acknowledgement, even though it came at a price.  The fact that few people talk about is that a lot (not all of it, obviously) of the progression of a lot of riders is driven either by the need for acknowledgement or a rather narcisstic impulse.  I did ride with a lot of narcisstic assholes, and, well, that seems to be, amongst a lot of awesome people, be a rather integral part of Mountainbike culture. 

This leads to a rather unforgiving culture on a ride. You got an old bike? Of course there are always great and awesome groups who will always wait for you and encourage you. I have even been gifted old freeride bikes in order to have more fun, and, Totopete, if you read this, you should know that I never forgot that act of kindness.  Others, however, see this as an opportunity to ride you to mincemeat to enlarge their tiny egos, and, unfortunately, the Club I helped found, while of course not exclusively so, developed into that category.  So, when I was shopping for a frame, while I knew perfectly well that the Surly Troll, that rigid steel frame, might be the more sustainable option, I instead opted for a Dartmoor Primal Enduro frame with a big fork up front. And do not get me wrong, I did have a lot of fun with it, and it was more than adequate riding with the morons.  

But my riding style changed. I do still love me some gnar.  But I started to go on epic rides more and more. And people want to ride the same sanitized trails and lines in the City limits over and over again in order to scrub off some seconds on STRAVA. For prestige or success, or whatever it is.  I go out riding in order to see places, wild animals, look into remote valleys and ride natural trails. Maybe have a cuppa trailcoffee or riding out to some trailside Café. Of course this is neither better nor inferior, it is just different. Often I would rise early and come back well into the night. 

Well, maybe my riding style didn't change that much.  I adapted to the group, but I have always ridden that way when I have had a choice. I find it way more wholesome than what we are taking for "progression". Progressing happens naturally when you are just doing what you like. 

That steel frame sat in the back of the shop all the while. Every fecking day the world turned into a huge pile of shit a little more.  Every day, it became a little harder to afford riding for sport alone. A sprocket suddenly cost 30ü€. That is 300€ for a wear item that maybe lasts a year. Don't get me wrong, you still get Chinese spare parts for a halfway decent price, but they are obviously not compatible. It is more cost-effective to replace the cranks and (because you then need to), the bottom bracket, than just buy a new chainring, because this is what needs to be replaced.  An overhaul of your suspension costs as much as a good, used fork. 29" is essentially just 700C or 28" with beefier rims and bigger tyres, but can cost up to 150€ more.  Nothing wrong with the idea, actually.  I am just not quite enthused if someone wants to sell me moonbeams. 

So, the Enduro hardtail getting a bit tired, so to say, and with a bit of money that I unfortunately inherited, I just said "screw it" and bought that Surly Troll.  Because it has a steel frame that you could weld back again in a smithy, because it comes with a lot of bosses for carrier racks, because it comes with a fork that doesn't cost an arm and a leg and, well, also because a pre-2012 Surly Troll had reportedly legendary ride properties, and because you do not read a lot about it. 

Why that, you ask? Well, I no longer trust the media a lot.  I was fortunate enough to learn a bit early on concerning bike engineering. Essentially, we built our own components in ' em days.  To do that, you have to delve a bit into mechanics, ergonomics, and plain old physics. Also, having ridden for 40 years means you know what works on paper and what works, when the rubber hits the dirt.  At least for me. And while the media don't report utter nonsense, they are also dependant on advertising for financing. If you follow the flow of money you always arrive at the very few corporations still left on the open market. And, believe it or not, some corporations are actually part of the military industrial complex.  I shit you not.  On the other hand, well, I just want to ride.  To be honest, I try not to be a part of the shitshow, but here I am, using a Google product.  And since I simply don't matter at all, I simply allow myself the luxury of just getting away from it all when I go riding.  I know pretty much that while I obviously still push myself, I most certainly will not master some triple backflip can-can busdriver-to-hospital, and I no longer care. I know if I break a crucial part of my body it will hurt double and I will take triple the time to heal.  And I like doing things that are good for my soul, given that it hurts a bit after a life that was not exactly easy, and five un-treated burnouts in a row lead to a mindset that I do not need unnecessary stress in my life anymore. Don't misunderstand that, though. I still do push myself, but it is a part of what I am. I do not want to push myself anymore if anyone tells me I have to.  My attitude leads to performance. I like to work hard and give it my best, because it feels good.  I just refuse to adapt to toxicity anymore.  The bike industry, however, is partly rather toxic, as you will see.  

Building up the bike presented a lot of challenges.  I had to go around in my county a lot in order to find spare parts. Corporate policies of the bike industry can only be called diabolic these days. 

The aftermarket chainrings, I got, were designed not to fit the old cranks by a fraction of a millimetre, just so you get frustrated and throw the old ones away. Not with uncle Fimbulmyrk, tho', who knows which end of a file to hold.  

 Next issue was the rear derailleur.  The cogs on it where ground down by years of hard use. It was cheaper to get a new one than to fecking replace the goddamn cogs. Frustrated, I just hauled that sorry wreck to the shop. I got the impression that they were not too enthused.  Their mechanic proudly showed me his new electronic shifting system. You get an app to adjust it, and the app can also measure your torque and cadence and offer you training advice. Maybe even give you nutritional "suggestions" via AI.  Also, it is connected to Google or Komoot or STRAVA, imagine that, what a brave new world we live in! Isn't that marvellous?!

Yes, it is NOT.  Starting with the very simple fact that it needs energy, and originally, a bicycle has an efficiency ratio of 98%. A bicycle is maybe the last beautiful machine that mankind has invented.  That would be or should be completely sufficient in times of climate change crisis to completely dismantle it as unnecessary. 

But unfortunately, it is more to it. It is about customer control, and, ultimately, the ultimate citizen control.  I spare you the elaboration.  Uwe was just intrigued by the technology, and I can perfectly relate to that. Don't get me wrong on this.  It is a fascinating technology, and would be just awesome.  But I know politicians intimately, and there are, while a lot of them are pretty decent people, some, and in rather powerful positions, that are not.  Not every politician is a crackpot technocratic would-be dictator. But the very few that are should make you very careful around anything that says "digital", " AI", "Networks" , "surveillance" and "control" in one description.  And do not get me wrong again, either. I honestly cannot say, because I cannot know.  I really just want to rather be safe than sorry. 

And actually, my main reason is that I want to keep it simple and reliable and serviceable.  I want to ride. I am the one who rides, and my capabilities are propelling the bike. I haven't trained for ages and I am getting old and out of shape. I do not want to cheat myself into believing I were 20. I am not. I do not want to constantly worry whether or not I charged my motor or shifter battery or whatever. I want to be able to leave my Smartphone at home and just take along some brick phone. Not that I would, I do love the camera. But I do not want to worry about it telling Mommy in the US about my torque and cadence and heart rate and speed and calory intake or where I have been. I do want to emphasize that I cannot know.  But I go to some pretty remote places with wildlife and serene little forest trails, and I would rather not have some STRAVA- nutters spoil that for good.  I do not want to think how long my fork will hold up without service. I do not want to bother to monitor my heart rate and calory intake. I don't have a talent for racing. I do not want to indebt myself in order to belong.  I have learned the hard way that everything I could do would not make me fit in. I tried, and I tried hard, and broke myself in the process five fucking times in order to belong to fucking Karens, male or female.  Debt is a method of control. And I decided to rather be more feral.  This is the hard way.  A rigid fork means pain. But I fail to see the point of taking the sport too serious, because I do not take myself too serious. I know that I am not the centre of the world.  I want to ride.  I want to ride free. I might not be the best rider there is, but I am also not the worst, but all that doesn't matter. 

The  bike, which I brought to the shop in the state you can see on the photo, wheels and everything pre-installed and with little technology on it, took said shop three months to complete.  

Do not get me wrong again, all good, and I did not get mad at them. But I simply propose they were, while on the one hand, somewhat relieved about the bike that was, quote unquote "like to those in the good ol' times", also a bit pissed off by it.  Because, well, it doesn't generate a lot of money.  A big bikestore in Marburg, where I was looking for an alternative, told me they would rather not have the customer do anything on the bike her- or himself, and even offer rescue repairs in the woods..."if you get the App" in order to prevent you from even repairing a flat. When I objected that I also have worked as a race mechanic when applying for a job as a product manager with a corporation most of their wheels come from, that guy didn't even reply but elaborated endlessly about their leasing programs and how I could get bonus points when I "got the App". The magic troll and I would sit there still, had we not interrupted his mumbo jumbo by simply rising and walking out of the door.  And that is a reality. The bike industry is about making money and generating data and NFTs, not about bikes or even sustainability.  

Well, you might know how much that pissed  me off. It makes me angry what they try to create from a sport that is utterly democratic and inclusive.  Fact is, a certain percentage of riders are and have always been the rich kids. This percentage is apparently rising.  You don't meet a lot of riders on ratty bikes on the trails, and next to noone at all on the backwoods trails. Well, very well, fairnuff for me. I do not want or need company.  It is the lack of company I strive for, or rather, less, but quality company, and this mindset enables me not to give a runny shit about my bike being compatible with an average group speed. I mean, I don't think I would be too slow at all for a group ride. It is just a luxury to no longer care.  

Now you guys know that I am very much into forest and nature, and this means I also have my contact with bushcraft and survival.  And in the survival and prepping community there is that "bugout" concept. Means, when SHTF, you got a spare car or motorbike or quad or other ATV to get away from the crisis.  One famed YouTube prepper featured a bugout bike (I think it was by Jeep or something). It was a fat bike concept with an E-bike configuration. Some racks, rather martial looks, weighs in at some 25kg and obviously needs a battery.  And it sits in your garage most of the time. Because most of the prepping guys are rather overweight gun-nutters. And of course you need to spare it so that it will work in that special scenario.  It is a piece of gear you buy, and, unfortunately not necessarily often linked to mindset or attitude. 

Well, I actually am not entitled to criticize that.  I learned everything about bugging out from my father. Personally I do think that there is not a lot more to know.  During WW2, my father had been a Hitler youth, until he barely escaped concentration camp for insubordination and was no longer active.  When the allies (fortunately) arrived in the Ruhr region, the Wehrmacht recruited every Hitler youth for the "Volkssturm". Turned out that my father had different ideas.  My granduncle and grandaunt lived in a very rural area in the Sauerland region.  My father deserted and bugged out, not just out of political reasons, but because he was a kid and afraid of being killed and because it was stoopid in the first.  He had some good bike with one speed and a robust frame and balloon tyres he was really familiar with. At one time he rode some 300km to the North Sea in one go on it, so riding it 50km through the woods wasn't a real challenge. He just grabbed a rucksack with a bit of tea and bread and rode away, and it was just a regular ride for him. The bike had a frame pump, he had a repair kit, and a wrench, he went and put on plain clothing and was off.  Nearly got the bike confiscated but lied about a special messenger duty, so that he got to keep the bike and was left alone.  He laid low for a week in a shed on his aunt's and uncle 's property in the woods, the Nazi regime was defeated and he survived.  

Thing is, I want to ride.  I find it rather silly buying a rather high-maintenance bike that requires really complex spare parts to maintain.  When my father broke the cranks on his bike while launching it off a ramp, my grandfather welded them back together in an open coal forge.  Try this with some kind of pedelec drivetrain module.  The bikes of the 1920s were, for the most part, rather simple and sustainable to service.  Why is that important? 

Well, a bicycle is fun and a very beautiful machine for its efficiency.  

There are some goodies I do not want to miss, like decent disc brakes, modern geometry and shifting mechs. 

A bicycle can take you places. If said shit hits the proverbial fan, you need to be able to ride fast and for maybe a longer time through maybe rougher terrain.  

You need a certain amount of training to do that. Relying on a motor is a more complex situation. You want to minimize the chance of things going wrong and a bicycle is not just a single use item.  It is a very useful tool for foraging and going places. And it is also good for the morale, because, if you associate fun with any riding, it offers you a lot of resilience.  So you might consider getting a bicycle also for fun and resilience, not just for some prepping scenario.  

The situation with the bike industry, however, makes it already rather difficult to get a simple, sustainable bike.  The Troll frame and a lot of other Surly frames offer you the option of using rim brakes and a single speed setup.  Making rim brakes is not rocket science, and you can find rim brakes even on junkyards. And fortunately, there are a lot of little corporations like Jones bikes or Binary bikes and other manufacturers catering to those requirements again. Maybe the tides are turning a bit.  

Finally, I could fetch the Troll. Of course, I had to tighten every screw, adjust the mechs and have the brakes serviced (again), but finally got to show it some trails.  

And what can I say? I had heard about the "legendary ride qualities". And, while I have gone to rather exhausting lengths with this post to state that I do not buy into the hype of anyone, well, I cannot but agree with that. 

The bike has a standard, but well-balanced geometry. The fork length is still adjusted to fit a suspension fork, the top tube is 575 mm long. Look here for a spec sheet for the newer model of Troll (but that is no longer available, either): 

https://www.bikeauthority.com/product/surly-troll-frameset-351217-1.htm

Apart from the longer top tube and fork, it is what I have got.  The tubing is Surly 's own triple-butted True Temper 4130 ChroMoly tubing, which can be heat treated.  

The bike, as I said, is quite the opposite of my Enduro hardtail.  But riding it was a rather strange thing.  On the Dartmoor, I got a rather narrow saddle and a dropper post. And get my meaning right: A dropper post is a great thing to have on any bike.  On the Enduro, it is almost as much in use as my shifters.  

On the Surly, I mounted a vintage Brooks Colt saddle, which is not exactly narrow.  

I realized quickly, that, while I intended the Troll to be a commuter and gravel and lighter duty forest trails bike, it asks for more.  If you bang it through some rock gardens, you obviously notice the absence of any squish at all, and of course you go a bit slower, but you don't miss the suspension too much. And when you forget you got a rigid bike and sail off a drop, well, of course it goes #klunk. But there is a rather weird sensation, which few other people might be able to relate to: It whips through as if you were parrying a blow with a really well-made sword. The frame is actually heat treated, and by someone who really knows their shit. This sensation is quite addictive.  Sooner than I had expected, I was flying down trails I also ride my Enduro on. And thing is, I only noticed when I was through the gnar that I completely forgot to lower my saddle at all.  You know, that  Grampa couch of a saddle.  Do not get me wrong: No suspension means you cannot make any mistake at all.  One root not taken on an ideal line will send you arse over teacup into the bushes.  I am most certainly slower than on the Enduro (didn't check yet, because I honestly don't care), but boy, is that fun.  It has its shortcomings on high speed tech, but excels on slow tech and singletrack, up and down, no matter what, you just keep riding.  

It simply does everything. It inspires you to ride, no matter what. 

Epic trails, toodling around in the Skatepark, commuting, getting groceries, bikepacking, foraging, you name it.  I will work on the concept more and maybe build it with some other parts with time (and I also want to get myself some decent racks), but this most certainly is the best thing I ever bought, at least it is the best thing I bought in years.  

If you can still get one, you most certainly will not regret it. And do not fall for the bullshit, in the bike industry as well as in the survival and prepping community.  Have fun.  Get on the bike, if you have one. If you have not, you might want to consider keeping it a tad more simple. It is and always will be about the mindset and attitude. Good gear is fun, but just like some prybar of a knife sucks at real life tasks, so do bikes marketed as "bugout bikes". Don't see it as a primary tool for bugging out in an emergency, too.  Don't forget to play, because it is good for one's mental health and resilience in an emergency.  

Take care, and have fun! 

The simple answer to a terroristic assault

 Germany is target for the IS and whatever.  There has been a formal declaration of total war. 

Germans have the reputation amongst people from an Arabian, Turkish, Russian, Polish, Ukranian, Romanian, Syrian, or other backgrounds, as being weak and decadent. We do love our creature combats and something like national pride does make us uncomfortable.  We are greedy and sadomasochistic in our stance towards pleasure and work, and totally reliant on the state to provide for us. If someone insults us or hurts us, we will sue that person or call the police.  And it worked alright until, Germany was flooded with people who were leaving their countries because you not only could not rely on the state, but because they were bullied by it.  

One Peter Scholl-Latour, at the time foreign correspondent for German public TV Broadcast, once said: "If you want to solve the problems of Kalkutta by bringing Kalkutta to Germany, you haven't solved the problems of Kalkutta, but have said problems in Germany. ". He neither said *all persons from Kalkutta are a problem* nor that we are obliged to solve the problems of Kalkutta.  

So maybe the simple solution is not that easy..

Terrorism is a military act from a weak war party against a more potent army. It is hard to fight, because you cannot use regular troops. You need a competent special force contingent, and, unfortunately, a competent secret service. Fact is, our government at the moment consists of greedy, arrogant, corrupt line-my-pockets. (Campact e.V, abgeordnetenwatch.de, global witness, Anonymous et al). In the middle of an embargo on Russia, a Russian oligarch was able to purchase a Hessian airport, just so you get the picture. https://www.fr.de/politik/frankfurt-hahn-flughafen-hunsrueck-mosel-rheinland-pfalz-viktor-charitonin-92068666.html

Since an embargo is an act of war, in that precise mindset, selling an airport to a Russian is high treason.  Or madness, if you so will.  

So, we do have a less than trustworthy government and a tendency for secret services to overshoot the target.  Noone wants a secret service to get more power than is absolutely necessary. 

The culprit is that the problem is not some Yousouf Mahmoud wanting to open a Syrian grocery store in Germany or some girl wanting to care for elderly people. I worked with a lot of migrants, and most of them were really nice, genuinely good people who actually humbled me. I owe most of what I know about smithing to Mielenko Bednárcz and Viktor Pauków, who originally came from Russia, and who taught me things you can no longer learn in Germany, another message. 

The problem is that our army is sadly unequipped.  Military personnel buy their own gear because using ordonnance would be outright dangerous. We sell a lot of tanks and other high tech weapons and we are rather flexible, morally speaking, in the choice of our customers. Fact is, a certain percentage of our population really IS decadent. And well, I can even understand why.  I have worked my arse off all of my life and have been legally poor most of my life.  No whining, because this is how it works.  You don't have a chance in Western neo-feudalism, (because it is no longer capitalism,) if you are not born rich, ruthless and brutal, so a lot of people stick to their creature comforts. Why bother, if you don't get anywhere anyway? You won't die. Maybe become homeless, but the homeless are not something you talk about. On top, making more money is the sole purpose of life. Don't get me wrong, I actually do know some pretty decent Middle High Class entrepreneurs, and the Rotary and Lion's Club isn't the Ku-Klux-Clan (generally speaking), quite the contrary.  

Our politicians, however, use the situations we are in for the tactical method of "Divide et Impera "(Divide and conquer), for almost exclusively personal gain. That makes for a complex situation. 

Now they want the National Police to take care of terrorists.  

Exactly my kind of humour.  

And I believe they know that this is ridiculous.  They light a lot of distraction fires because they know we know they don't know. You see, that sentence sounds mad, because the situation is.  

I am a pacifist. I do know violence, and the blunt end of it. The scars I wear all of my life. I proactively choose kindness over violence, every day.  I serve and protect if I possibly can.  I despise violence.  

But I am also not naive.  I do know how hard it sometimes is to choose kindness over violence.  

The simple solution, however, must be a military one, and it is rather simple.  

Identify target, neutralize.  

For that, we need funding and better training for military personnel, especially special forces units. 

What we do get, however, is the factual removal of the assumption of innocence, the invulnerability of home, the right of data security and the loss of civic rights such as free speech.  In fighting the terror regime of the IS we become as antidemocratic as the enemy.  

Even more so, we go arse over teacup ostracizing every migrant whatsoever, possibly breaching International law and democratic values. 

Fourth Reich incoming.  

Well, I would never have expected that.  The thing is, we now know about the tactics of totalitarian regimes. The culprit might as well be the Deutsche Bank again. Of course, their talk about a "necessary great reset" was strictly meant in an economical manner, and spare me the anti-vaxxer, Qanon and whatnot bullshit.  But, as one Union chairman in Germany said in the Fifties: "The preferred system of high finance in times of crisis is always fascism". 

So, folks, I fear we are ferked again. 

If you are from Germany, you can still protest the loss of your civic rights by joining the protest against knife bans and the removal of the assumption of innocence. (See my last Blog post). If that isn't your piece of cake you can also join the protest against the derailment of the health care system: https://www.abda.de/aktuelles-und-presse/newsroom/detail/apothekenreform-briefe-mit-unterschriften-fuer-die-politik/

It doesn't seem obvious at first, but this is actually the same context. 

No local apothecary or drugstore means you order your medication online. The removal of the assumption of innocence, of the invulnerability of home, of the  right  to personal data security, means total online surveillance. Means the regime knows everything about your condition and can severely sanction you, as is already the case in China.  We are heading towards a totally dystopian system of "social credit". Thing is, our system worked perfectly well before the advent of neofeudalism. 

So, flood their offices with letters. If you are from Germany, do not forget that you can use this AI-generated letter generator, too: 

https://www.briefgenerator.de/

This is not for free, because of postal fees. But you can also write letters of protest to the Ministry Of Homeland Security, if you are from outside Germany.  Please keep it civil, though.  

And stay alert. Germany could turn into a similar monstrosity as the Third Reich was, not necessarily so, but better safe than sorry.

Actually, not a nice post again.  I promise you something more relaxing soon.  Until then, I sincerely thank you for your work and your patience. It matters a lot and could maybe still make a difference.   

Please take good care, and, if you possibly can, choose kindness over violence always. But if it doesn't work out, don't make a mess from it like Germany does at the moment.  

An attack on democratic structures in Germany.

 Well, look at that.  Look at this knife. 

It is a Swiss Army knife.  

It will become illegal to carry. The Bundesrat initiative in the current move towards a Security concept for Germany after the terroristic knife assaults in Mannheim, Solingen and elsewhere claims a total ban on everything with an edge in city limits, public transport and public spaces, making Swiss Army knives illegal to carry.  

I spare you the rant on how my great grandfather, my grandparents, grandaunt and granduncle, father, mother, uncle and aunt have been carrying knives as a family tradition for a documented 150 years.  My great grandfather was assigned the order pour le mèrite in the Napoleonic war, my grandfather the iron cross for bravery and excellence and the order pour le mèrite.  My granduncle was wearer of the communal seal for his merits in the resistance against the Nazi regime, my father was wearer of the Order of Federal Merits of the Federal Republic of Germany.  I have been honorably mentioned by the county council for my merits for the county and assigned excellence during my communal service in a rescue and civil service organization. My mother and father literally saved more than hundred lives, I saved about fifty to date. Normally this would be nothing I would even talk about. Because it is my duty.  I serve and protect, if I possibly can.

I have worked with kids since 1998, with the explicitly and conceptually stated goal of social integration, with difficult kids, a lot of them from migrant families. One of my most prominent goals always has been the prevention of violence. In order to achieve this, I have forged with them and introduced them to bushcraft and whittling and cooking, literature and science.  

With the novelty knife laws, all this will be impossible, even illegal. 

Even more, the assumption of innocence is removed if the novelty law will be taking effect.  The policies in the new Security orders are breaching International law (Dublin and Schengen treaties). Head Minister Of Homeland Security, Nancy Faeser has been sued for attacks on democratic structures by one historian, Hubertus Knabe (https://hubertus-knabe.de/warum-ich-nancy-faeser-angezeigt-habe/ criticizing the removal of the assumption of innocence, which, with the novelty act, will take effect.  

The Work Union of the National Police criticized Mrs. Faeser for the same reasons, only in a disciplinary context: https://www.dpolg-bundespolizei.de/aktuelles/news/nicht-mit-uns-frau-ministerin-finger-weg-von-rechtsstaatlichen-prinzipien/

There is a lot of more evidence that the novelty act is an assault on democratic structures, these are just examples.  

Also, prominent law enforcement personnel and officials doubt the practicability of the novelty law.  One official during a knife crime conference pointed out that the Offensive Weapon act in Germany derives directly from the Weapon laws in the Third Reich: https://www.bdk.de/der-bdk/was-wir-tun/aktuelles/brauchen-wir-ein-schaerferes-waffengesetz 

The process of legislative has been sped up so that the law will maybe take effect as early as 20th September.  

If you want to protest the law and are from Germany, you can use this AI-generated letter generator: 

https://www.briefgenerator.de/

 to flood the offices of the honorable members of parliament with protest. It is not for free, because of postal fees (the AI generates actual letters, not e-mails), but highly recommended to do so. Because we possibly witness the beginning of the Fourth Reich, and you know that I am normally rather careful with stating stuff like that.  

If you are from outside Germany, especially if you own a knife Business, you can write as many letters as you possibly can in the time given to the Government of Germany protesting the cutback on your returns in business and the restrictions on your travels.  The adress of the Ministry Of Homeland Security can be found here: https://www.bmi.bund.de/DE/service/anfahrt/bundeshaus/bundeshaus-node.html

I would really appreciate your work, the entire knife community in Germany would, and I sincerely hope you will not be grateful you at least tried, because it was the beginning of another world catastrophe.  Because I have the really bad feeling that the ugly German rears his head again.  Not because of some silly ban on silly knives I coincidentally am a bit too fond of, but because of the ugly picture on the whole.  

Thank you, folks, and all the best. 

More traditional firecraft

 Well, a lot of people do keep telling me that there is no point in making fire the traditional way. You can just buy a BIC lighter, right? Fact is, I always carry one, together with a tin of matches and a ferro rod. I am not naive. It is not necessarily a "survival" technique, because, well, you know my stance on "survival" as it is marketed up and down in the media. 

It is a kind of alternative lifestyle these folks cannot understand.  

Thing is, I found a file on the road ages ago, while riding my bike to work. Lit up the forge and forged a striker from it, really fast and a bit sloppy.  

Applied for permission to try out sustainable methods of harvesting tinder conk, got that permission, made a fire brigade assistant permit, experimented with different historical recipes and finally succeeded with making fire. 

I had a beloved T-shirt I wore to rags, until you simply could no longer wear it  (not the cloth in the tin, by the way, this is some denim cloth I found by the roadside), made my first charcloth from it and started my first flint and steel fire.  

I do not need to tell you how to make charcloth, actually, because most of you guys know, but for those that don't, simply take a tin with a more or less tight- fitting lid. You can use the awl on your Swiss Army knife or even a pointy hardwood stick to punch a hole into the lid. Loosely put pure denim, linen or silk rags inside. Take care not to burn it completely. If it is not charred through, no harm done. I always carry the tin with me and you can make charcloth every time you make a fire.  

Like that, see? 

The point is, it is not about a survival situation or efficient super-light camping.  If you want utmost efficiency, sleep in a house, it saves you a lot of inconveniences. 

But it is about showing that sustainability can be fun. Knowledge can be fun. Our society wants you to be afraid, sick and helpless. Making stuff can be really empowering. 

All that stuff was junk. I found it in a place where it would keep polluting the natural world.  I took it and made something from it.  I am not the best smith there is, nor the best at traditional firecraft, and all this doesn't entitle me to anything. But it was junk, and now it is not, it is no longer.  That simple.  

Thing is, we need to heal. We need to remember what was taken from us. Not now, yesterday. Because our society is rampaging headlong off a cliff. That is not to say we should live like mountain people of the 18th century. On the other hand, there is some overwhelming scientific evidence that something along the lines is what we need to do in the future if we want to ensure that complex biological life on the Planet will be possible in the future.  Starting a fire with flint and steel or by friction will not necessarily be the big thing to save us all. It actually looks a bit counterintuitive, and I know it. It is not about the fire, not about the flint and steel, but it is about a certain line of thought that enables you to see resources and creatively solve problems. 

Also, as I said, it is fun, or rather, there is a deep satisfaction in indulging in the process. It can be a ritual. To me, it is a soothing thing to silently prepare the means to start the fire. You understand why our forebears saw fire as something sacred.  

You need to get to know fire.  Sounds esoteric, but actually it is a commonplace. If you don't, you might eventually set the woods on fire.  It can cook your meals, it can warm you when you are cold, it is one of the best entertainments I know of, but it can also burn so hot that you can burn steel, it can hurt and consume and destroy. Never start a fire you cannot control. Always keep some quenching agent handy and please do not start a fire in summer when everything is bone-dry.  I recommend you taking lessons at the local fire brigade authorities. 

Other than that, I hope you enjoy your campfire. Take care, and all the best! 

Carving challenge with a Mora Robust and some foul-mouthed sarcastic philosophy

Having some sort of container is not only practical and sometimes even beautiful, but can also make all the difference in the woods. You can collect water in it and even boil it in order to achieve a certain degree of Desinfektion. Not the same amount as in tap water, but hopefully keep at least some of it in your body.  And do not get me wrong: Modern people have no defence against E.Coli bacteria or some of the other bstds you can find in the creeks. So please do not try this at home. Your body is accustomed to drink Chloride- disinfected water. Boiling water will remove some of the ugly stuff in the water, but not microplastics or chemicals.  Anyway, you could even improvise a water filter that way, not a good or efficient one, but at least some kind of it.  

I usually use a tool kit for carving stuff like that, a drill wrench, several carving knives, spoon knives and an adze or axe. But of course it is really unrealistic that you have such a tool kit on you all the time.  

Enter the Mora Robust. Developed as a heavy duty work knife for carpenters and construction workers, it also has gained sort of a legendary status amongst bushcraft people and survivalists.  The shorter blade (around 85x3.2mm) offers a Scandinavian grind with the tiniest of micro bevels and a stick tang.  "A STICK TANG?!1!!1!!???", I hear you cry? Yes, a stick tang, but one that reaches nearly to the end of the handle. The culprit is that it consists of a glass- fibre reinforced plastic that is injection molded around the metal and offers almost the same tensile strength as mild steel. Of course I do have issues with plastic.  It simply should not exist, period.  But it does, and better a sustainable product that can be repaired and recycled than some flimsy shit from the webs.  Look here for an extreme test of the knife that can only be called mad:

https://youtu.be/fKlcBpKbAvM?si=rlKoqCWFK1HufZjW

This knife is designed to stand extreme abuse. I do not think it is pretty, but having worked as a construction worker, roof tiler, carpenter and landscaper myself I can safely say that pretty knives need an almost obscene amount of maintenance in such a setting. And, to get that right also, most of the most extreme abuse you can throw at a knife in "survival" (and you know my stance on this) is but children's play compared to what you do on a construction site. Cutting tar paper, construction bricks and interior plaster boards, opening cement bags, prying,, splitting wood, probing rotten beams, and opening bottles 😉 every day for seven to twelve hours is nothing you would do in a survival situation. The knife also has (sort of) a legal reason built in. It is designed as a work knife. If you wear work pants and boots which are well suited for the woods, and you forgot to lock the knife into a bag which locks into a bag which locks into a bag, reinforce it with spells and magical sorcery runes and put it into another lockable bag that locks into a biogazard container (because it is obviously the object that is dangerous, not individuals with criminal intent), chance is, your legal reason (i.e. your claim of innocence towards criminal intent) might even be accepted by the almighty authorities. Or maybe not, because workers and craftsmen tend to be on the poorer side of wealthy, and the law is possibly only enforced on the poorer people in Germany.  (Information-based opinion according to Art. 1 GG). If it would be confiscated, you also only lost 12-18€, and it isn't rare, so you could grumble to yourself and buy another. 

So, chance is, this knife might be a knife you have on your person somehow.  I suggest you keep it in your backpack and as inaccessible as possible, together with an obviously half-finished funny carving like a smiling wood spirit, some heart pendants or something like that. Yes, you got my meaning right.  And I do not tell you to be cheating.  I trust that no reader dropping by has any criminal intent at all, and that you are here for the special atmosphere of this Blog. There are other sites for the tactical crowd alright, and I think a lot of people are here because that is what you do with a knife anyway, namely carving stuff, being creative and prepping food.  It is not your fault one must suspect some sort of hysteria or even villainous intent in people, fellow human beings or politicians.  

That is how that challenge came to be. I honestly cheated a bit by using the saw on my Victorinox Farmer X Alox to cut a piece of birchwood. But the Vic is even more realistic to have on you in a situation where you need to improvise.  The Robust is faster in carving such a container, though, because you can use it like a chisel, too, which I would not recommend with any Slipjoint knife. 

Starting at the centre of the branch, I worked a recession into it. As I said, I also used the knife as a chisel. Fact is, with a different knife than this, you should not use a drilling motion or chiselling motion, but always a cutting movement, because both can damage the tip. Do not apply too much pressure, too.  You can easily hurt yourself or ruin your piece. Patience is key. 

Be it as it may, after about half an hour, I was able to have a #cuppatree from the branch.  You can also char the inside a bit to make it more durable. 

The knife is not the next big thing. It isn't exceptionally pretty or full of prestige.  But it is extremely sharp and durable and does everything you can possibly expect from a knife. It is also pretty cheap, but sustainably and responsibly made in Sweden. 

Actually there is no reason at all not to buy it.  It is also really great for every toolbox at home or at work, around the house and garden and even for harder kitchen tasks like splitting bone.  

Buy it, but do not forget those magical sorcery spells and runes and the biohazard vault to always lock it away.  Remember, knives kill people, not people kill people. 😜

Anyway, do have fun carving and making stuff, take care of yourself and your fellow human beings. It is possibly a culture war against everything non-profit we are faced with. Those are the death throes of the Terror Squid. 

They want to take the innocence from innocent people.  Things like love, care and resourcecefulness are the antithesis to their idea of society.  So they have to remove the assumption of innocence and spread discord. Do not let that happen. Do not even lose yourself in hatred against them. Lose yourself in good things.  In work in the garden, in carving good things and foraging and cooking healthy, hearty meals. 

Because this is human society, not some paper dragon brave new world.