Axes Follow Me
I stopped collecting axes about 15 years when I realized that I had more axes than I could use. If I were a large guy I suppose I could swing an axe in each hand, but I am not Paul Bunyan, though my father was, he could swing a double bitted axe with each hand and run chainsaw while holding it in his mouth. There is a quiver of axes in my shop, here's a short list: my grandfather's Kelly double bitted axe that he used back in the 1930's and 1940's when he was a logger; my father-in-law's double bitted axe he had made for him by a blacksmith back in the early 1930's when he was cutting wood for mine tunnels in Colorado; and my Collins boy axe that my father bought for me when I was ten years old. There are more axes in the quiver, but I want to talk about how axes find me now that I don't look for them. My wife and I are renovating a 110 plus year old adobe house, everyday we work on it I am thankful that I was a professional carpenter and a historic preserv...
