The day HeMan was inspired.
Man on the moon.
My grandfather gave up his job for a few months so I could have a summer job: it was time for him to build a cabin for my grandmother.
First he had to bridge a creek, which he did with stones and railroad timbers. It washed out many times but the infrastructure is still there today.
The bridge was narrow. I came home one day and my grandfather’s ’48 Ford pickup had rolled off the bridge, one wheel in the creek.
The thought of calling a wrecker never entered any of our minds, although there was some head-scratching and discussion going on. That’s when my dad went and got his axe.
He chose a nearby tree and felled it.
The stump end was placed under the truck’s axle. The middle was put over the edge of the road where it led up to the bridge.
We all pushed down on the lever, at the top end of the tree.
The truck lifted almost effortlessly. We carefully stepped the tree away from the bridge, the truck countering back onto the bridge.
I never asked my dad if he’d seen that done before. It didn’t matter. It had been a HeMan moment.
For almost 50 years now I’ve kept an axe or hatchet stowed in case I needed to put together a large lever and fulcrum.
This is the development.
A 17 and 5/8″ long, large, two-handed hatchet with a handmade leather holster. Stows easily. Black walnut handles – from a tree down the creek. Full tang. Quarter-inch, heat treated blued steel. Use it as a prise bar in a pinch. Handmade. HeMan brand.
It took me a long time to actually use this hatchet; it was too pretty, and I didn’t want to mess it up. Then one day when I had pulled it out of the sheath to admire it once again, the heft got to me. I had to break it in. This is one luxury I would not want to be without.
We pay the shipping.