The Axe Badger Blog

The last* Choptober was more than the closing of one tradition and the beginning of the next. Yes, dear reader, I maintained my own tradition of buying an axe at the event, despite my stupid, pointless belief that I wouldn’t. The axe in question was in fact by a maker I didn’t have in my stable yet: Red Beaver Custom Axes —but I couldn’t pass it up. There was just…I dunno…something about it. So, after haggling a little bit on price (because that’s part of the joy), I went hom

Babs, even before I started talking to him, struck me as the affable sort. A friendly demeanor, happy to carry a conversation on with anyone, and just generally into being a part of the tourney we were at. It was only one the second day that I realized 1. he was the rep from the southeast, and 2. he made really nice axe sheaths. I kinda fell into this axe thrower interview after talking to him for a spell about his sheath-making process, only realizing after ten minutes that

Every so often I come across something where I'm surprised by both how uncommon it is, and by function. Like when I found a perineum...