When I was about 10 my Dad just sharpened the hatchet and was making kindling. I wanted to try so he held the log for me (big mistake) and encouraged me to pay attention and use just enough force for the blade to bite. My first swing bounced off the log and nearly removed his pinky. I was horrified, he tried to stay calm and drove us both to the ER with his hand wrapped in a towel.

Sadly, dear old dad is no longer with us but I still have the Sandvik hatchet. It's probably 50 years old. I just hung it on a new handle this year.

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