Monday, December 9, 2019

A new life for an old Mora Classic Nr.2

Well, a new posts is waayyyy overdue, so I am pleased to show you my latest finnished project, which has been dormant for a few years now; the revival of a Mora Classic nr.2.
I found this knife is a very sorry state at a barnsale. Cost me 5SEK if memory serves me right and came without a sheath.
Its very tip was broken, the blade covered in some sticky stuff, the edge nicked, dented and blunt. And it had that horrible, deep whine/brick red paint.
Later that same year I came across a piece of leather, while emptying a deceased woman's (former) farm and it was about to be thrown away. No so, when I'm around! The leather was marked with 1953 and "Fäggeby" (the small village the former farm was situated in), along with a branding 517 W. I am guessing 517 was the cow's number and the "W" stood for the owner's initial.
Long story short, I was going to fix up that knife and make a sheath for it. And it did not get much further than that. Until at school we had those mandatory creative classes, where we were supposed to work with our hands instead of our heads for 2-3 hours a week. So I brought this project in.

You can still see the tip of the handle in that horrible red. You can also see how I had planned on using the sheath; with the knife tucked away deep. In had previously attempted to wetform the leather, but the only real result that gave, was a vague shape and a strong impressing of the wooden strips I used to force the shape with help of clamps. The stitching is done by using the socalled saddlestitch, meaning you use 2 needles & threads and sew each hole from both sides.
However, as I have a tendency to do, when working freehand, the original plan changed from sewing the beltloop directly onto the sheath, I now wanted the top end to have a small belt and the loop would be attached to that. I have an old knife here that has a similar construction.
However that resulted in the opening becoming to narrow for the knife to slide down and thus the sheath itself becoming too long! Damn.... Now I was facing 2 option; cutting down and restitching the bottom or the same procedure on the top.
I went for the "top"-option, since that would be the easiest to fix. I simply cut the excess off and restitched the top part.
I then redid the earlier mention construction of the "belt" and beltloop, allowing a little more room for the handle, since that was a very tight fit earlier.
The leather in these pictures has not been treated yet, but you can already see some colour difference, despite being from the same piece of leather! That piece also has varying thicknesses. The sheath is slightly thicker at the top and the bottom is actually quite thin.
In the meantime I had also begun to sand away that red paint. I sanded.... and sanded.... and sanded.... and sanded some more. In the end I was left with a bare handle with the grain being deeply stained by the red paint. Yet this was not what I was aiming for as will be shown later on.

The final steps were colouring the handle and greasing the sheath. The latter was easily done and I used 3 treatments of saddlegrease, giving the leather a nice deep tone. Colouring the handle though was a tad more problematic. I had already oiled it with linseed oil, seeing if the pale wood would get a deeper hue. I was not satisfied with the result, so opted for a treatment with a flame, as I had done before with another Mora. However the oil prevented the wood from getting stained by the flame... until it got real hot and catching fire! It left its mark, so to speak.... When done I added a final, personal mark to sheath and handle and now both are ready to serve once more.

Tuesday, November 5, 2019

Naturnära friluftsliv first annual meet-up

Browsing through my sparse posts from this summer I saw that I did not post about this meet! Completely slipped through! How embarassing!
I make up for it. Right here. Right now!

The weekend of 23-25 of august this year saw the materialisation of our local outdoorgroup's first annual meet, which was held in Dalarna, Sweden.
Due to prior commitments, an exercise of the local civil defense/service group with calamities during saterurday morning and early afternoon, and ongoing physical issues, can not sleep on hard surfaces or handle any sort of equipment worth a name, I attended said meeting as an ornament for the campfire site. This left me pendling back and forth of friday and saturday.

 The weather played along very nicely and the heavens dispersed their sometimes heavy showers during the friday morning, leaving us with clear skies for the rest of the weekend and balmy temperatures well into the 20's Celsius.
Much of the meeting was taken up by canoeing, which I did not parttake in, bowshooting, same there and some bowdrill practice.... you guessed it. Which left me with smalltalk, grilling and coffee drinking. It could be worse! ;)
On my way in I was treated to a fine example of Swedish railway planning. A long freighttrain approached the same crossing as I was, in the middle of the woods, "far" from civilisation and had to stop there..... right across the crossing! Leaving me standing there for a good 25-30 minutes..
  The locomotive to the right....

 And the rest of the train disappearing into the distance to the left....

 This was a nice opportunity to try out a recent gift I had received; a Haglöfs daypack from the 60's, back from the days when that company still was a local company.
I did add some personal touches and you can expect a more detailed review on a blog near you, soon!

Something for the canoe-lovers!
The second one, white&red, is called "Selma and she's a lady of a respectable age! She saw the light of day in 1937 and is made out of wood and canvas!

We had a bit of a close encounter with a large group of great crested grebes or skäggdopping (Podiceps cristatus).
These were not scared of us one bit and I got to watch them at very close range!
Some of the guys were fishing and as one of them casted his bait the entire group rushed toward it, blowing all his chances of catching anything!
Not that there was much left anyway, since these birds proved to be very effective in catching the fish themselves!

Monday, October 7, 2019

Clearing college cobwebs from my head

Recently I have gone back to school. Being only 16 months away from the big "Five-Oh" this isn't an easy task, especially considering that it was 30 years ago, since I left the schoolbenches.

So I had to go out, clear my head after the first weeks of classrooms, lectures and severe social interaction and today was a fine, yet rather windy day.

Initially I headed out to scout out a new area for a midwintermeet I am planning for our group here, but the location I had in mind turned out to be a disappointment. The old fäbod (forestfarm) is in disrepair and draughty, the roof falls apart and there was no possibility to stay the night inside and have a fire.
The surrounding area has suffered from a clear cut too.
Too bad really. The location in itself was rather good.

So after a short while I left again, wondering what to do or where to go.
There is another area nearby, one that I had never visited, despite living near for almost 7 years! So I decided to go there instead. The place is called Trylämnet and is rather popular during summer. Now the summerguests and tourists have vacated the area and I had the entire area to myself. I drove up the forest road to see how far I could go, but at one point I decided to stop. It just kind of looked inviting. As I left the car I noticed a path going into the woods, which soon disappeared downhill. I grabbed my gear and followed it and within minutes I was at another, much smaller lake. The spot is just perfect! And I knew I had found a new spot to come back to. It just felt right.
Right at the lakes edge there was a fireplace that had been used before, but by the looks of it not recently. Here was were I was going to have my lunch and coffee! There were plenty of spruce around, providing me with dry wood, despite the rains of late.... and last night.... all of last night. I discovered something I was not to pleased with; someone had left 3 makeshift fishingrods leaning against a tree, complete with hooks, weights and lines, but this was so old that the lines had become overgrown with moss. I dislike stuff like this. The wood will rot away eventually, leaving the lines and hooks for an animal to get trapped in. I disposed of these traps by burning it all.


I started by gathering firewood, which actually were mostly the lower branches of said spruce and got myself a fire going. The strong winds made me burn through that wood at an alarming rate! So more forays were needed to keep it alive.
One thing I must confess to, is that I am a neatfreak, when it comes to campsites and gear. I can get, and always do, really annoyed by campsites where gear is strewn all over the place. So I always make sure that when I am out there, things are tidy.
I also want to show off my altered anorak.... if you don't mind. ;)
I have dyed and redyed the thing about half a dozen times, the last time adding green with the warm batik-method. But I wasn't satisfied. It looked to pale. So I added dark brown, using a paste that can be painted on, breaking the paleness.

I had also planned on doing a gearreview on my backpack, doing a test with signal colours and their visibility in the woods and wanted to explore the area more...
But I ended up staying at the spot, fiddling around with my cellphone camera, eventually just settling down, having coffee, sitting close to the fire and observing that.
I just sat there, watching the angle of the sun change....

Have you ever paid attention to the smaller pieces of firewood? Seen how they twist and bend as the fire consumes them?
Have you paid attention to the patterns in the embers? How they glow and die down, depending on the wind and the flow of air across them?
Or the patterns of the smoke as it twists, swirls and dances to the "beat" of the wind?

It is magical, hypnotizing and alive!!

But all good things come to an end. I doused the fire die down and when the very last of the flames extinguished I threw water over the hot embers, watching the steam follow the path of the smoke, said my thanks and headed home.
My head is clear again, my body feels grounded again.

A different daytrip - geology class

The other day we had a geology field trip, visiting Europe's largest meteor impact crater; the Siljansringen.
Here, about 370 million years ago, a app. 5km large asteroid smashed into the Earth, creating a large impact crater, about 52km in diameter, in the middle of current day Sweden.
The lake Siljan is a direct result of that. As a result of that impact the surrounding area got deformed and because of the processes during the ice age much of the damages have been laid bare. We were going to visit a number of sites, showing that.

The following images are from wikipedia to give you an idea;

 We started of around 08:30 in the morning, driving toward Rättvik, just above Falun on the shown map, where we climbed the highest "peak". It was a clear day, we could see right across the lake Siljan all the way up to Mora. It was cold to, +2C. And very windy! Windchill kicked in fast, reminding me why shelter can be a vital factor in the famous Rule of Threes!
We headed out to the next stop without much delay.
I must admit that I forgot to note the names of the locations we visited, so you'll have to make do with pictures instead, accompanied with some comments.

 After that it was almost lunchtime, so I was "allowed" to perform some outdoor tricks.... such as making a fire without a jerrycan of gas. The ensuing warmth was deeply appreciated by the rest of the group.

We also visited a site, where the former floor of the then present sea was forced up. The entire population of sea lillies was instantly encased and is now exposed as fossils.
I picked up a few with the idea of including those in gifts as seen in certain other threads, posted by a well known person, residing in a country to the south of me...
The gushing water in one of the next pictures actually is groundwater being forced up due to the geological circumstances. All you need to do, is collect and drink it!
They even looked for oil and natural gas in the wider area, but did not find any....luckily. It most likely wold have destroyed the region.

All in all a very good day out. The weather played along quite nicely, being dry and sunny with grey and rainy days before and predicted after. And I visited locations I normally would not readily, whilst learning a lot of new things.

Saturday, March 30, 2019

No sew medicine pouch

Via bushcraft USA I stumbled across a fun and easy project to do on a windy, snowy day like today; a small poich that did not need any sewing.
The original link to the pouch on shamanArts. net is HERE.
The pattern; 

I dediced to print it as large as possible on an A4, but was unsatisfied afterwards. The pouch was too small for me to use. I also experimented with punching holes on different locations, another failure.
My wife then printed the pattern on A3-size. That proved to be much more useful.

For the bigger size I also needed a bigger piece of leather.... which I did not have. I did have some leftover furniture leather, which was fine, since I like the patchy kind of look....
And as usual I just can not keep to "the plan". I added small brass rings in the holes and changed the closingsystem. Mainly since the rings were not big enough to allow for the original way.
And now my steel striker, a tin of charcloth and some bits of flint live in the pouch. With a litle room to spare. I actually am quite pleased with the result. Maybe an hour's work.