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My sharpening stones came today, and this was tucked into the box. Actually, hippie jokes aside, I can quite see a Tai Chi of scything being a sensible thing. When you watch the smooth, controlled, thoughtful movements of a good scyther, you can definitely see how applying the principles could help. Especially since the beginner’s instinct is to slash and thrash.

The two stones I got were a very fine Rozsutec and a slightly coarser Bregenzer. The coarser stone is easier for a beginner though, obviously, rougher on the tool. The Bregenzer Quarry is now closed, so no more stones will come out once the supply is exhausted.

You don’t need to know all that, though. I do. I use you guys as a daily diary.

You knew that, yes?


Comment from S. Weasel
Time: June 2, 2016, 8:42 pm

Oh, and the site I bought off of is these guys. They have a library of information on scything and mowing, if you’re at all interested.

I mean, of course you are.

Comment from Rich Rostrom
Time: June 2, 2016, 10:34 pm

Yeah, even hippies hit something useful once in a while.

Comment from Deborah HH
Time: June 2, 2016, 11:40 pm

So you have a hay meadow what needs mowing? (out by the swans?) Will you rake and bind the hay? Not to take away any of Stoaty’s joy (Uncle Badger), but couldn’t you just borrow some sheep from your neighbor?

Stoaty, you will have to play a few verses of “Bringing in the Sheaves” for Uncle B.

Comment from Ric Fan
Time: June 3, 2016, 12:11 am

Oooo! I love when they had wheat fields with hay stacks. I forgot what they call them when you bind and stand them up so they dry well. Reminds me of my favorite time of year: Injun Summer.


Comment from Feynmangroupie
Time: June 3, 2016, 12:34 am

Dear Diary,

Finally I can mow them down as I’ve always planned. My sharpening stones came in the mail today and I will sharpen and sharpen my scythe until it lops the heads off of every single one of them. They don’t have a chance against it! It will be a very zen calming thing for me to finally exact the vengeance against the fields of interlopers standing in the way of my vision of unblemished purity. I’m talking about my lawn of course.

Comment from Ccs
Time: June 3, 2016, 1:48 am

Just be careful if you try the ‘Bill Door’ method of sharpening.

Comment from Uncle Al
Time: June 3, 2016, 2:43 am

I use you guys as a daily diary.

Of course! You are educational, interesting, entertaining, and funny, frequently all at the same time. That may sound a bit condescending, but please trust that it isn’t.

“I’ll take the prisoner downstairs,” said Tom condescendingly.

Just don’t go wacko on us like the OCD diary guy in, um, Oregon perhaps? I read about him several years ago. When he died they found a room full of stacks and stacks of his diaries in which he recounted every detail of every day, even the volume and color of each urination and the weight, appearance, and consistency of each bowel movement.

Please don’t do that. Please. Thank you!

Comment from Mr. Dave
Time: June 3, 2016, 2:54 am

This works great too.


Comment from Steamboat McGoo
Time: June 3, 2016, 12:27 pm

” … Rozsutec and a slightly coarser Bregenzer …”

Are you sure you didn’t buy cheese?

Comment from Skandia Recluse
Time: June 3, 2016, 1:13 pm

What are you mowing with a scythe? Or is this just something that caught you attention and you want to learn more about it? Or are you going to run off an join one of those recreator reinactor gangs?

It is a good thing to remember the old knowledge in case the olden times come back again.

Comment from Bob Mulroy
Time: June 3, 2016, 3:05 pm

Scything is a great way to save gas and strengthen your core. I have an Austrian grass scythe, and a Gheen brush scythe that was smithed right here in Eugene some time in the late 19th century.

Comment from Bob Mulroy
Time: June 3, 2016, 3:07 pm

They make great Halloween props too.

Comment from Ric Fan
Time: June 3, 2016, 5:23 pm

Feynmangroupie: You reminded me of the John Barleycorn Must Die song where their little heads are lopped off (for delicious beer!)

Comment from David Gillies
Time: June 3, 2016, 6:02 pm

“I forgot what they call them when you bind and stand them up so they dry well.”


Comment from Ric Fan
Time: June 3, 2016, 6:30 pm

David: Thanks. Sounds dirty. 🙂

Comment from Armybrat
Time: June 4, 2016, 10:30 pm

Husband is a chef. He has a triad of sharpening stones set in a triangle mount. It’s interesting to watch him sharpen the kitchen knives. He puts his headphones on and listens to his tunes. I’ve never asked him what he’s listening to when he does this. I imagine it’s the Bugs Bunny opera take off…”kill the wabbit, kill the wabbit….”

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