The list of things I am real good at is not all that long. Tonight I practised one of the things I am good at that I do not do all that often. I was using my axe to prepare the wood I will need to burn over the upcoming extra long weekend. Merry fucking Christmas!
I swing my axe, bought many years ago from the Army Navy, left handed. I never even knew I was a lefty axeman until Hunky Z pointed it out for this past summer. "What kind of a fag swings an axe like that? I bet Michael Jackson swings his axe from the left too." I am not perfect with the axe but I am close enough. I imagine the necks of people I do not like when I bring the steel to its target. Whack! Whack! Whack! Ha! Ha! Ha Ha!
Knowing which axe to buy is a skill in itself if you are buying a wood handled one. You want to pick one out that will not break off in your hands on your first camping trip. If you buy plastic handled axes you can fuck off and die. It is like the Stranglers used to sing, "Plastic's real when you're real sick."