My new Fiskars X27 has hung unused the shop since the ninth of January, but it finally got some use yesterday… I haven’t swung it once yet, there’s a short story attached.
We had a little get together around the fire pit Friday night. The conversation eventually turned to what’s on everybody’s mind… the lack of moisture. That topic prompted one of my buddies to mention that he lost a maple tree in the storm a few days ago and he’d been cleaning it up the last couple days. He’s one of those guys that wouldn’t ask for help, or wouldn’t ask to borrow something on a bet… but he’s also one of those guys I'd loan anything to ‘cause I know it would come back better then it left. So anyway, his wife jumps in sayin’ he’d been beating himself half to death trying to get the stuff split. (At this point he gives her the “shut-up now” glare.) She continues, “I told him to ask if he could borrow your splitter, but you know how he is, right?”
(They don’t heat with wood, but he cuts a little for their fire ring, camping and such… and splits it with a felling ax... hates a heavy maul.) Heck yes I know how he is, so I tell him we should go load my splitter in his truck now, before we drink anymore beer. Well he flat refuses, saying it’s just a few of the bigger and/or gnarly pieces left, and he’ll keep whackin’ away at ‘em. So I bring out the X27 and hand it to him, “Here, give this a try, it’s supposed to be the tits for splittin’ firewood.” He looks it over and refuses, saying it's band new and he don’t want to scratch it up, or worse, break the handle ‘cause it can’t be replaced. I explain the lifetime warranty and (after several minutes) coax him into taking it for a test drive for me.
He shows up the next day ‘round noon… apologizing ‘cause there’s a couple scuff marks on the handle… tells me he’ll get me a new one. “C’mon man, they get scuff marks when ya’ use em… ain’t no way around that. Then he says he’s gonna’ buy one anyway so I should get the new one… ‘cause mine was new when he borrowed it. Tells me it went through that maple like a hot knife through butter; he ain’t never used anything like it, beats the heck out’a swinging an ax or maul, and wants to know where to get one. I grabbed the ax out’s his hand and hung it in the shop, then told him where to get his new one.
So anyway, I still can’t give you my opinion of the Fiskars, based on any personal experience… But Chris is one of those guys who’s word you can bet your life on.
We had a little get together around the fire pit Friday night. The conversation eventually turned to what’s on everybody’s mind… the lack of moisture. That topic prompted one of my buddies to mention that he lost a maple tree in the storm a few days ago and he’d been cleaning it up the last couple days. He’s one of those guys that wouldn’t ask for help, or wouldn’t ask to borrow something on a bet… but he’s also one of those guys I'd loan anything to ‘cause I know it would come back better then it left. So anyway, his wife jumps in sayin’ he’d been beating himself half to death trying to get the stuff split. (At this point he gives her the “shut-up now” glare.) She continues, “I told him to ask if he could borrow your splitter, but you know how he is, right?”
(They don’t heat with wood, but he cuts a little for their fire ring, camping and such… and splits it with a felling ax... hates a heavy maul.) Heck yes I know how he is, so I tell him we should go load my splitter in his truck now, before we drink anymore beer. Well he flat refuses, saying it’s just a few of the bigger and/or gnarly pieces left, and he’ll keep whackin’ away at ‘em. So I bring out the X27 and hand it to him, “Here, give this a try, it’s supposed to be the tits for splittin’ firewood.” He looks it over and refuses, saying it's band new and he don’t want to scratch it up, or worse, break the handle ‘cause it can’t be replaced. I explain the lifetime warranty and (after several minutes) coax him into taking it for a test drive for me.
He shows up the next day ‘round noon… apologizing ‘cause there’s a couple scuff marks on the handle… tells me he’ll get me a new one. “C’mon man, they get scuff marks when ya’ use em… ain’t no way around that. Then he says he’s gonna’ buy one anyway so I should get the new one… ‘cause mine was new when he borrowed it. Tells me it went through that maple like a hot knife through butter; he ain’t never used anything like it, beats the heck out’a swinging an ax or maul, and wants to know where to get one. I grabbed the ax out’s his hand and hung it in the shop, then told him where to get his new one.
So anyway, I still can’t give you my opinion of the Fiskars, based on any personal experience… But Chris is one of those guys who’s word you can bet your life on.
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