If I win the knife, I'll get the guys in the band to record it, and I'll make a music video, showing the Ripster's escapades around G-Town.
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If I win the knife, I'll get the guys in the band to record it, and I'll make a music video, showing the Ripster's escapades around G-Town.
After all this hoopla I sure hope the darn knife turns out now. No pressure on me or anything, huh. Legendary knife, now celebrated in song and or maybe dance. Oops, I just remembered the plaid prancer part, lets skip the dance.
On a different note, I should be heat treating the Ripster this week end. Going to shoot for a working hardness of 60 on the Rockwell C scale. I have some other pieces I'm getting ready to treat at the same time.
On a different note, I should be heat treating the Ripster this week end. Going to shoot for a working hardness of 60 on the Rockwell C scale. I have some other pieces I'm getting ready to treat at the same time.
Whew! Put in a bad day at work today. Came home and checked the way off topic knife thread, and feel a million times better! Good song-smithing there mem. You have been raised up from the ashes of sickly despair, and tempered true in the fires of feverish delirium. It's good to have you back stronger than ever. I almost want you to win this knife. Well, almost.
If you want to know how weird and wonderful this world is, I'll tell you. At work I was listening to the radio. The DJ was playing a selection of Canadian artists. Neil Young, Tragically Hip...Sure enough he played Lightfoot's Wreck of the Edmund Fitzgerald. And there I was thinking about Superior's tempestuous nature, cold grey seas surging over the railings, with "her ice water mansions" below. And then for some weird reason the thought of mem holding a camp knife flashed in my brain and I thought What the f . Where did that come from?! You've got to lay off the telepathic mind control stuff mem. My mind is too feeble. My puny little brain ain't big enough for the both of us. It can't take it. If and when I win this knife I'm gonna have to be constantly looking over my shoulder, peering into the dark shadows, avoiding the gloomy corners of my rooms. Don't go stickin pins into any ugly little dolls! If I win I swear I'll bring the knife up north there for a little visit. Okay? I'll even let you cut bacon with it. Kinda like takin it fer a spin round the block, so to speak. But please, no more mind control. Okay?
Now for some reason I feel like a smoke and a Bud Lite. Weird man.
If you want to know how weird and wonderful this world is, I'll tell you. At work I was listening to the radio. The DJ was playing a selection of Canadian artists. Neil Young, Tragically Hip...Sure enough he played Lightfoot's Wreck of the Edmund Fitzgerald. And there I was thinking about Superior's tempestuous nature, cold grey seas surging over the railings, with "her ice water mansions" below. And then for some weird reason the thought of mem holding a camp knife flashed in my brain and I thought What the f . Where did that come from?! You've got to lay off the telepathic mind control stuff mem. My mind is too feeble. My puny little brain ain't big enough for the both of us. It can't take it. If and when I win this knife I'm gonna have to be constantly looking over my shoulder, peering into the dark shadows, avoiding the gloomy corners of my rooms. Don't go stickin pins into any ugly little dolls! If I win I swear I'll bring the knife up north there for a little visit. Okay? I'll even let you cut bacon with it. Kinda like takin it fer a spin round the block, so to speak. But please, no more mind control. Okay?
Now for some reason I feel like a smoke and a Bud Lite. Weird man.
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Strange, I was stuck on that ice water mansions line too, was trying to throw it in somehow. Do you think there was some kind of alien parasite in the water of the Kap River that is communicating through our brains? I know I was pretty lax with the filtering process, OK, well I was just drinking out of the mud puddles....you don't think those aliens from Maine came down and abducted us? Oh God, not the probe! I thought my bum hurt that morning because of the super spicy peppers you tricked me into eating, I hope to God I wasn't probed by aliens! Sweet Baby Jebus!
Going out to snow blow now, will be watching stars closely. Wish I had the Ripster on my belt to protect me from anal probing aliens! I'll check in later....Brad, if you experience any strange discomfort in the next hour, call 911 for Geraldton and tell them to bring the probe gear to my place!
Going out to snow blow now, will be watching stars closely. Wish I had the Ripster on my belt to protect me from anal probing aliens! I'll check in later....Brad, if you experience any strange discomfort in the next hour, call 911 for Geraldton and tell them to bring the probe gear to my place!
Ok Rippy, just give it to Mem, the guy, even half dead can comme up with some thing like that, he is a genius!! dang it should be great sharing camp fires with him!!
Actually, he goes to bed early to read but he rocks in the mornings!
So, the Canoetripping Knife Fundraising Raffle song which, even without winning the knife, needs to be recorded on some blustery Winter night with too many Bud Lites in the mix.
Ok Rippy, just give it to Mem
Robin will have a drawing to determine the winner later on. I'll only be involved in the building of the knife and sheath.
You got me thinking memequay. Pretty sure no alien life form would inhabit our brains. It would get cabin fever hanging out in my cramped cranium.
As for unfiltered water this summer. Well, you didn't need to filter. I saw you promptly added a shot of flavour crystals and a chug-a-lug of vodka to every muddy water bottle you prepared.
As for the probe thing. Well, are you sure you're sleeping on your air mattress right? Might wanna check the protuberance position of the air valve. Or maybe not. Depends how you rock and roll.
The aliens aren't likely from Maine. I mean really. Can you see them after a long interstellar flight from the back of beyond Mars, to go even further to the back of more beyond?! After cruising for 20 hours hovering above HWY 11 they'd go fruit loopy like me. Rocks and trees, trees and rocks.
"Hey Marvin xJ9, are we there yet?!"
Mind you, this past summer I did see this...
Brad, I’m back, safe and sound. You know, you don’t have to make the air mattress excuse, a brave man faces up to a probin’ and doesn’t let it linger in in the remote dark recesses of the mind….but never mind….
Rippy, my apologies for this next bit, it’s quite long, but I didn’t want to start a new thread and take away from the poignancy of this one. While I was snow blowing, I got to thinking about what a good bush knife needs to do. Well, up here, it’s got to be able to cut Klick into thin, fine edged pieces of meat by-product so that you can get a perfect fry that eliminates most of the fat and leaves you with something crispy, resembling meat.
My two working knives are a Buck standard 105 or something, think it has a six inch blade, and my Buck folder. Both are pretty good knives, but would they pass the Klick test?
Some of you who follow my exploits might know that every winter I set up a big hot tent in my back yard. It’s a party tent, the smoking tent, and generally a place where I can hide in solitude from kids, dogs and in-laws. I went a little overboard this year and built an internal frame to increase my comfort.
So tonight I decided to conduct an experiment in the tent. You can see the ingredients: whiskey, Dayquill Cold medication, klick, knives, menthol cigarettes and diet ginger ale. If you are going to take day quill and drink, best to use the pack with 50 percent more. The menthol cigarettes are easier on the wheezy lungs too. I’ve been a bit salty about my weight ever since that Finnish rat b*st*rd Heikki called me fat, so I switched to the diet pop for mix. And of course, the star of the show, Klick, the Canadian version of Spam.
Klick has that wonderful key on it that allows the hungry connoisseur to access the bountiful flesh quicker than peeling an orange.
Once opened up, the fatty goodness can be seen coating the sides of the slab of calories. In the frying pan, you can see my two business knives, getting ready for their real life test.
First up is the big guns, the fixed blade buck, my go to knife for bear protection, Zombie trouble and general lumberjack type endeavours. As you can see, it fails miserably when it comes to cutting the fine wedge of porcine particles from the hog cake. In fact, the jagged edge left on the Kilck is almost un-fryable!
Next up is the Buck folder, with it’s thinner profile, I’m positive it will slice through the gelatinous mass like a hot wire through plastic wrap. Unfortunately, disappointment again.
Oh well, true hunger is not an aficionado of perfect presentation, so I fired up my trusty two-hole and got ready to cook. Removing the front cover, I started a slow fry to coat the bottom of the pan in savoury grease.
Once things started to sizzle, I moved it to the hotter burner, near the pipe and got the whole mess bubbling.
The large chunks took a while to reach the requisite state of crunchiness that renders the Kilck edible.
Here’s a short video showing it when cooked close to perfection.
https://youtu.be/p8Rl_n26jR4
So Rippy, in my own mind, I’m sure the Ripster will be a supreme Klick cutter. What are your feelings on it? Am I kicked out of the contest yet?
Rippy, my apologies for this next bit, it’s quite long, but I didn’t want to start a new thread and take away from the poignancy of this one. While I was snow blowing, I got to thinking about what a good bush knife needs to do. Well, up here, it’s got to be able to cut Klick into thin, fine edged pieces of meat by-product so that you can get a perfect fry that eliminates most of the fat and leaves you with something crispy, resembling meat.
My two working knives are a Buck standard 105 or something, think it has a six inch blade, and my Buck folder. Both are pretty good knives, but would they pass the Klick test?
Some of you who follow my exploits might know that every winter I set up a big hot tent in my back yard. It’s a party tent, the smoking tent, and generally a place where I can hide in solitude from kids, dogs and in-laws. I went a little overboard this year and built an internal frame to increase my comfort.
So tonight I decided to conduct an experiment in the tent. You can see the ingredients: whiskey, Dayquill Cold medication, klick, knives, menthol cigarettes and diet ginger ale. If you are going to take day quill and drink, best to use the pack with 50 percent more. The menthol cigarettes are easier on the wheezy lungs too. I’ve been a bit salty about my weight ever since that Finnish rat b*st*rd Heikki called me fat, so I switched to the diet pop for mix. And of course, the star of the show, Klick, the Canadian version of Spam.
Klick has that wonderful key on it that allows the hungry connoisseur to access the bountiful flesh quicker than peeling an orange.
Once opened up, the fatty goodness can be seen coating the sides of the slab of calories. In the frying pan, you can see my two business knives, getting ready for their real life test.
First up is the big guns, the fixed blade buck, my go to knife for bear protection, Zombie trouble and general lumberjack type endeavours. As you can see, it fails miserably when it comes to cutting the fine wedge of porcine particles from the hog cake. In fact, the jagged edge left on the Kilck is almost un-fryable!
Next up is the Buck folder, with it’s thinner profile, I’m positive it will slice through the gelatinous mass like a hot wire through plastic wrap. Unfortunately, disappointment again.
Oh well, true hunger is not an aficionado of perfect presentation, so I fired up my trusty two-hole and got ready to cook. Removing the front cover, I started a slow fry to coat the bottom of the pan in savoury grease.
Once things started to sizzle, I moved it to the hotter burner, near the pipe and got the whole mess bubbling.
The large chunks took a while to reach the requisite state of crunchiness that renders the Kilck edible.
Here’s a short video showing it when cooked close to perfection.
https://youtu.be/p8Rl_n26jR4
So Rippy, in my own mind, I’m sure the Ripster will be a supreme Klick cutter. What are your feelings on it? Am I kicked out of the contest yet?
I'm surprised your folder didn't do a better job at slicing, being a flat grind.
"So Rippy, in my own mind, I’m sure the Ripster will be a supreme Klick cutter. What are your feelings on it? Am I kicked out of the contest yet?"
I think that if it had a mirror finish you could just point it at the Klick were you wanted it sliced and it would part like sliced bread. Alas, I'm afraid that unless you count the votes differently then I do it's not looking good for you.
Are you Klicked out of the contest yet? As my fellow Iowan said in another post "Oh heck No". In fact you should win not "a" participation award, but "the" participation award.
I forgot all about the Finnish rat b*st*rd Heikki calling you fat. We sure have had some good laughs here at CT.net over the last few years. Thanks again Robin for keeping the camp fire going.
I think that if it had a mirror finish you could just point it at the Klick were you wanted it sliced and it would part like sliced bread. Alas, I'm afraid that unless you count the votes differently then I do it's not looking good for you.
Are you Klicked out of the contest yet? As my fellow Iowan said in another post "Oh heck No". In fact you should win not "a" participation award, but "the" participation award.
I forgot all about the Finnish rat b*st*rd Heikki calling you fat. We sure have had some good laughs here at CT.net over the last few years. Thanks again Robin for keeping the camp fire going.
Is it a flat grind, or is it a concave grind ground on a large diameter radius appearing flattish? Mem you could solve this puzzle by laying a strait edge on the blade from the edge to the spine.
All that jargon is meaningless to me. Those knives are dead to me. I am going on a hunger fast until the Ripster is mine. By hunger fast I mean no more klik. Maybe fried bologna, but no more klik.
Oh dang, this is serious. Quick, clap your hands. No that was fairies. What can we do to save Mem?
Thank You, Page 14 of this thread has some pretty funny and creative posts, lotta fun for sure.
The big Buck definitely looks concave and the folder sure looks flat grind to me. I think Mem just got jittery slicing into all that delicious delectable hog log. His spasmodic attempts at cutting his can of faux moose meat is almost childishly charming. Cute, isn't he when he's ravenously hungry? As for this hunger protest thing, well, he's probably got a foot locker full of Klick, so there's no need to panic. As soon as the Mrs does the grocery run into town on friday this "bologna only" threat will pucker and shrivel like slices of hockey puck bologna frying in the pan.
Gosh, I do like that party tent! Shame it looks so empty. If I had the gas money saved I'd crash the party.
Gosh, I do like that party tent! Shame it looks so empty. If I had the gas money saved I'd crash the party.
"Hog Log", ha ha gotta like that one! Big New Years party at my place this year, over 50 people coming, our band is gonna play in the living room, one of my buddies is bringing his snow trekker to set up out back so he can stay the night, come on up Brad you can bunk out with him! The party tent will see some serious use that night. No Klik though, gotta cater to the high faluting guests, probably scallops and prime rib, that peasant type stuff. Boy, sure would be nice to have the Ripster to carve up that Prime Rib!
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You don’t need the Ripster for that. Canadian Tire sells a knock-off Swiss Army knife with a scallop spork. Plus the dull Chinese blade is somewhat better than a Tim Horton’s plastic butter knife.
I suspect that the folks who know him best gave up on “saving” Mem years ago, but I will click my ruby slippers together and chant “There’s no place like Solo Tripping. . . . There’s no place like Solo Tripping”.
Rippy should get some award for “Thread(s) of the year”
"I suspect that the folks who know him best gave up on “saving” Mem years ago."
I'll give it a go. Mem, I have done some research on your road to recovery. The first step is to admit you are powerless over Klick, that your life has become unmanageable. Do some soul searching and get back to us.
I'll give it a go. Mem, I have done some research on your road to recovery. The first step is to admit you are powerless over Klick, that your life has become unmanageable. Do some soul searching and get back to us.
