Well, there I was: placing some knives in a pattern for a couple of new photos, when my random array of Lambsfoot knife, stag antler and volcanic iron chunk, must have acted as a rudimentary antenna and tuned in to the covert Guardian Signal Communicator Wavelength!
My nearby Unity Lambsfoot took on an odd glow, and then, as if it had it's own voice, it sounded clearly in my head - in a strange, yet familiar accent - "'Ey oop, lad? It's past time tha looked in on Guardians' web page thingummy!"
I decided not to dwell on the mechanics of how this strange message in a Yorkshire voice came to emanate from my Unity pocketknife, and instead to follow its good advice.
Thanks for the tastefully 'baited hook' in those pics Jack!
I've been spending a bit of time up in the Victorian High Country lately, my friend. Winter's the time of peak activity for Sambar deer hunters, and every available weekend (and often during the week) is spent up in the mountains, or processing and packaging the results of previous hunts, and preparing for the next expedition.
I haven't packed a Lambsfoot knife on the last couple of trips, unfortunately, but here's a couple of pics from earlier this year.
There's usually no mobile phone/internet coverage in these areas, which can be refreshing, but on the other hand it's pleasant to look forward to catching up on a few pages of my favourite Porch threads on returning.
This is the old watering hole at the nearest town.
A painted sign over the front door proclaims the publican is also a 'Victualler' and 'Licensed to Sell Explosives'!
I'm glad to see you're enjoying some fine weather, Jack - those hikes look like they went through some fine rural countryside.
Yes, agreed.
I've been enjoying reading your posts, Dylan. I also had a steady diet of Jack London, and Kipling's
Jungle Books as a kid. I'm reading Annie Proulx's epic
Barkskins at the moment, and have similarly been wondering about what patterns the knives referred to, might be.