Unintended Consequences

This wasn’t supposed to happen. I had no plans to start another project. I just saw some misinformation and just wanted to correct it.

Like many out there I was multi-tasking over the weekend. (ie: keeping myself entertained while doing chores) This time I had chosen to listen to some YouTube videos while cleaning up the dog run.  I have found that many of the videos I watch have enough narrative that I don’t need to watch them to understand what’s going on.

I saw that a guy who calls himself “NutnFancy” had released a video comparing emergency fire starting fuel tablets. I’ve enjoyed some of his camping/adventure videos and thought this would be interesting. The guy comes from a military background, Air Force, so he naturally gravitates to that spectrum of equipment where I prefer the items you find in nature.

Nutn, as I call him for short, loves something called Tri-Ox. It looks kinda like a harder version of Sterno (Camping fuel for cooking) and burns very hot.  In his test he compares this against other survival/camping fuel tablets that are readily found in the camping aisle of your favorite store.

As I’m raking I hear him complaining how hard these other items are to light using a ferro rod. (A rod of metal about three inches long and a quarter inch in diameter that throws off lots of sparks when scraped with a hard metal edge; Like the back of a knife.) I stop and rewind the vid.  Looking at it, I noticed that he didn’t prep any of the survival fuel tablets and that he’s using the rod wrong.  He’s actually pushing some of the fuel tablets away as he swipes down the ferro rod with the back of his knife.  Later in the video he laughs as he realizes that he was not using the fuel tablets correctly and that he should’ve read the instructions.  He then justifies his choice in using Tri-Ox since it didn’t need any prepping and caught fire rather easily.

I thought he was doing a disservice to the other fire starting fuels since they weren’t used correctly. I had one of the brands in my day pack and had used it once for an online camping class.  (Make five fires using man made materials)  I knew it worked and wanted to give an honest review of that product.

So I made a video in reply.

By most standards it is a bad video. It was dark; you just see my arms for the most part; The sounds wavers as I move around; and the angle is off so you don’t see everything I wanted to show.  It also didn’t help that I was using my phone as the camera and propping it up with a selfie-stick and wedging that between the rails of a beach chair.

It’s also unscripted. Very much so.  I found myself saying phrases I’ve never used before, and in parts, I find myself sounding grumpy.  I know that because I was grumpy.  Nutn had made a big deal about being in the wilderness when he did his review.  He voiced his opinion that being “in the wild” made the test more accurate than if it was made in his back yard.  I’ve always had a problem with that line of thought.  I feel that you should practice in the comfort of your own back yard because not only does it give you more time to practice your skills, but the familiarity of your surroundings helps you focus on what you are doing and not what is going on around you.  This gives you the familiarity of the task when you do go out into the field.

I was also a little frustrated by my weather conditions. Nutn had done his testing in the snow-capped mountains of Utah.  I live in Florida.  It doesn’t snow here.  In fact, it was in the 50s that night.  But it had rained heavily for two days, two days prior.  Everything w3as still wet.  How would I show that?  I went to the swale and showed how much water was in it after those days of drying out.  There was a light breeze blowing as well.  I wore a T-shirt with no jacket to feel some coolness as I went about starting the project.

There were some funny moments where I had kneeled down on the lanyard of my multi-tool and had to shift to free it; or when I put the dried Spanish Moss over the lit fuel tablet and had it almost combust into flames in my hand.

The fire went off without a hitch and about the only real regret I had was in not clarifying that I had used the back of the saw in my multi-tool to scrape the ferro rod and not the teeth.   It’s easily shown in the video, but I still wish I had explained this part better.

Oh well, no matter.

After enjoying the fire, I came inside and started processing the film for transfer to YouTube. It took over two and a half hours of editing, saving, converting, and uploading to get the five minute long vide up on YouTube.

I didn’t mind though, once I had posted the reply on Nutn’s video. I had made my point.

I got a few people to look at it and two responses to it on his page. Just as I expected.  What I didn’t expect was to get a subscriber of my own.  I had made this video just to point out a different point of view and result.  I had not planned on anything bigger.

Now I’m wondering if this is something I should pursue? I like being outdoors and teaching new skills. It would easily fit into my blog as well.  But would you like it?  Is it something you would like to see as a semi-standard on this blog?  Will you find the subject interesting?  Bushcrafting/camping is big on TV right now, but is it over done.  I’m no master.  I’m just a student learning as I go.  I would be showing you what I learned and how I learned it.

Are you interested?

Here is the video I made and beneath it will be NutnFancy’s video so you can see how mine fits in relation.

Just let me know what you thing in the responses   I’m curious to what you think.

My video

NutnFancy’s review of fire starters



To build a fire

It may be September, but summer is still hanging on strong in Florida. It had hit the mid 90’s again that Saturday and the usual afternoon rain hit heavily. So, of course, around 8:00, I decided it would be a great time to start a fire.

Yep. High temps and ungodly, sticky humidity just cry out for camp fires.  No?  Actually, you’re right.  This was an act of complete lunacy.

Ok. It was crazy, but not that crazy. I did have a reason for doing this.  I wanted to test myself and see if I could get a fire going without using a lighter or matches.

For a few years I’ve been watching those “survival” shows as well as various camping shows on You Tube. (Kennith Kramm is great!  So is A lone wolverine 1984)  And I can’t forget my WordPress campers.  (Lookin’ at you, Girly Camping)

This let to gear gifts. I put tons of items on my wish list as well as buying many things outright.  I don’t know about you, but I hate the idea of having all this money spent just to let it sit around and collect dust. Uh-uh.  That’s not gonna happen!


I’ve been playing around with a fire-starter that consists of a ferrocerrium rod and striker. You shave the ferro rod with the striker which gives off extremely hot sparks.  The rod is thicker than the one glued to a metal magnesium bar found at Wal-Mart, but is smaller than the ¼” diameter that Dave Cantebury uses.  I’d scrape the rod with the striker of the back of my pocket knife just to see the sparks fly.  It was easy to tell that the back of my knife did a much better job at creating sparks from the rod than the striker did.

I also had some shavings lying in my hat. (Part of a project from Bushcraft USA forums) And then there is the clothes line wrapped up in a spool sitting next to my router on my desk.  That should be good tinder.  Along with this is a nice bucket load of dry kindling sitting quietly in the garage.  This will work.

But can I make it work?

My idea was to start a fire using the clothesline and shavings, and then building it up with the kindling before adding on the very wet wood.

I cut off two pieces of clothesline, each an inch long. Then I separated the outside weaving from the inside and shredded the outside weave while opening up the inside. Tossing it in the hat, I took the supplies outside to the fire pit.

One minor problem here. The pit is so deep that if I place the shaving bundle and shredded rope into the middle, I’m going to be stretching really far to get that spark going.  If it was dry, I’d place it all on a palm frond.  Since they’re soaking wet, I cheated and placed it on a sheet of newspaper.  I figured since the paper is just for support and transport and would not be used to start the fire, it was ok.

Now I was ready.

I took the striker and pulled the rod against it. You’re supposed to pull the ferro rod against the bottom of the striker so that you don’t accidentally knock the kindling bundle away.

One. Two.  Three pulls.  Sparks flew lightly into the air, but nowhere near enough needed to get this thing going.  I set the striker aside and pulled out the knife.  I have seen some people use the sharp edge of the knife to strike the sparks, but I didn’t want to ruin the sharp edge I worked so hard to get on this.  I used the back spine of the blade instead.  Gripping tight, I pulled again.

One! Oops!  The bundle spilled into the pit. I had held it so tightly that when the knife pulled away from the rod, the hand holding the rod moved forward and knocked the bundle away.  I quickly grabbed the bundle off the wet soil and put it back on the paper.  During the move, I could tell that the moisture in the air is getting wicked up into the bundle.  It felt moist in my hands.  Not damp, mind you, but definitely wetter than it was when I brought it out.  I needed to get this thing going.

With this added urgency I took the inner part of the cotton clothesline and pulled it to open up its fibers.

One more strike.


Sparks flew heavily in a shower of light and catch of the mix of cotton and wood. A flame started immediately and started to consume the small bundle with alarming speed.  The fire is started and it’s hungry!  I quickly placed the paper holding the fire into the pit before throwing some very small splinter thick pieces of wood on it.  While those were consumed, I started to build a teepee around and over it with my kindling of dried palm frond stalks.  (Dried palm frond stalks and leaves are wonderful for fires!  They have natural oils in them that burn very hot.  It burns similar to pine, but without the fumes or odor.)

After building that up came the next challenge, using wet wood. The fire wood has been sitting uncovered for a year now and that wood has been rained on constantly over the summer.  Besides the rain in the afternoon, it had rain water soaking in it throughout the week.  Only one day out of the seven did it not rain.  This wood is beyond wet.  It is soaked.

Pulling the thinnest branches out, I started to break them into proper lengths. Some parts bent rather than broke.  Other thicker pieces just crumble in my hands.  They were so wet that they were rotting!  Placing these on top of the kindling, I worried the fire might not be hot enough.  The cure for that?  More palm stalks.  Dead palm fronds stood in easy reach.  The problem was that they were wet from the rain, just like the wood.  Would they work?  I grabbed a few from the palmettos and was instantly sprayed by the water that had collected in the pockets of the frond leaves.  This was going to be interesting.  Six fronds later and I was ready.

I placed them strategically in the fire and watched in amazement as they lit up. The oil in the palm fronds really helps out.  I relaxed as I watched the soaking wood dry out and catch fire.  Plus the mixed sound of sizzling water and cracking fire was such a treat.

Finally I pushed the limit and threw in a decent log. It was four inched thick and over two feet long.  The fire would have to dry it before cutting it and then dry it again to consume it.  Would it work?



So I succeeded in my experiment. I was able to get a fire going and was able to burn very wet wood.

Was it a true test of wet weather fire building? Definitely not.  I used dry tinder and dry kindling.  I didn’t try to carve out dry wood from the inside of logs, nor did I forage for dry inner bark of pine trees.

Did I start a fire in somewhat adverse conditions? Yes!  It was dark when I started the experiment and very humid.  The tinder was absorbing moisture very quickly and had a limited time of use.  I think I did well.

Did I accomplish my goal of starting a fire without a lighter or match. You bet. Even if I hadn’t gotten the wood to take, I had built and lit a small starter fire with nothing but a ferro rod and a knife.  That was cool.

Do I recommend using a ferrocerrium rod over a lighter? No way! Lighters are so much easier it just makes sense to use them.  This was a test of a new skill and an experiment to see what I could learn from it.  It was fun to do, but in an emergency I would rather have a lighter.

I had a great time with this experiment and when I was done, I was sweaty, smoky and smelly. I was also proud of my accomplishment.

My wife just thought I was crazy.

Daydreams of: The Nightmare

A husband and wife sat huddled in the bathtub.  A radio rambled on as the two held cushions over their head in a ridiculous attempt at protection.

It wasn’t supposed to be this way.  The weather forecasters had predicted the hurricane would make landfall in Tampa, not their town.  The hurricane wasn’t supposed to get this strong either.  It was to be a category three at max, now it raged bouncing at the category five mark.

The couple had done the things expected of them for the storm.  They had rounded up all the yard furniture, boarded the windows and doors, and braced the garage door against the wind.  It shouldn’t have been this bad.

The wind shrilled through the layers of plywood and glass, overpowering the radio.  All the while the last words of the weatherman echoed through the husband’s head.

“The storm has turned into the harbor.  This is it!  This is the nightmare scenario!  Do not try to evacuate!  It’s too late!”


All television reception was lost after that.

For over an hour the winds howled and moaned while the couple prayed.

Suddenly a thunder of explosion boomed seemingly from everywhere.

“We’ve been breached!”  The husband cried to his wife in warning.

“We have not!”  She argued back.

The husband got out of the tub and put his hand to the gap at the bottom of the door.  Wind blew in as if a vacuum was working in reverse.

“The house has been breached!”  He yelled.  “I can feel the wind come in from outside the door!”

“You are wrong!”  She commanded.

It took two hours of fear, tension, and praying before the storm passed and they exited the room.  The wife was right.  The house had not been breached.  The explosion came from a pole light the previous owner had installed.  The storm had snapped the pole like a tooth pick and the mercury bulb exploded upon impact.

They were safe.  They had survived unscathed.  They were lucky.

This story is brought to you for the Trifecta Challenge.

Daydreams of: A winter’s sky

WARNING!  This story has harsh, adult language that is not suitable for children.  The iuse of the F-bomb is in the story along with other harsh words.  Adults only.


Insulated boots made their slow, deliberate, march forward as Jack trudged his way through the thick, heavy snow.  Muffled sounds of crunching created by his boot-falls were echoed by the huffing of his breath.  It had been an hour since Jack gave up trying to fix his snow mobile.  An hour’s hike back on the trail and he had not seen nor heard any evidence of human life.

“Someone’s gonna show up soon.”  He thought to himself as he trudged along.  “Someone’s got to!”

His nose and cheeks burned against the cold and wind, but he felt it was better if strangers were able to see his face instead of a masked man walking alone on the trail without a sled.  He had wished he brought his sunglasses.  With the tinted visor on his helmet, he figured he didn’t need them, but even with the heavy clouds in the sky, enough light was reflecting off the snow to make him squint.

“Never should’ve ridden alone.”  He scolded himself.

“Crunch. Crunch. Crunch.” Came the sounds of his boots on the dry snow.

Jack didn’t notice that his gloved hands were clenching and unclenching into fists.

“Huff.  Huff. Huff.” Came his breath in a labored pace.

He stopped for a moment to look around.  Grimacing he listened intently.  “Nothing.”  He said sourly.

Jack unzipped his jacket and took it off.  His back was drenched in sweat.

“Shit this sucks!”  He cursed as he let the frigid air cool his body.  “Who knew you could sweat in winter?”

Tying the coat tightly around his waist, Jack pressed forward.  He was shivering less than fifteen minutes later.

“Fuck!”  He yelled as he hurriedly put the jacket back on.  “This is crazy!”  Two steps later he noticed the ring of sweat around his waist where the jacket used to be.

“I need a Fucking beer!”  He whined to himself.

After a half hour of hiking and cursing later, Jack stopped again in his desperate search for rescue.  He was rewarded with silence.

“Why the fuck didn’t I bring my fucking phone?”  He yelled into the bitter air.

With a thump, Jack sat/fell into the snow.  He looked around with a pout on his face before noticing that the sky was getting dark.

“Great.”  He muttered to himself.  “Just fucking great.”

It took the bobbing and twinkling of a light to make him hear the tenor pitched sound of a motor at high rev coming towards him.  Instantly, Jack was on his feet.

“Hey!”  He screamed at the top of his lungs while waving franticly.  “Hey!”

A black and emerald snow mobile stopped revealing a rider dressed smartly in matching garb.

“Need a ride?”  The man asked Jack.

“You bet I do!”  He answered joyfully.

“Hop on.”  The man said, gesturing behind him.

Jack quickly climbed on as the man started his sled.  Fifteen minutes later they passed Jacks abandoned snow mobile.

“Yours, I presume.”  The man said as the skied by.

“Piece of shit.”  Jack answered.  “Why we going this way?” He asked out of curiosity.

“Town’s closer this way.”  The man stated.  “If you had walked this way instead of backtracking, you would’ve been in town by now.”

“Great.”  Came Jacks dour response.

Incredulous, the man asked, “Didn’t you know where you were going?”

“Nah.  I just wanted to ride.”

The man shook his head as they motored on.

It was too much longer before they came to a small town.

“You should be able to get some help here.”  The man said to Jack as he turned off his sled.

Jack’s eyes noticed a bar close by.  “I think I need a beer first.”

“Maybe you should think of bringing some tools and supplies next time you go out.”  The man suggested.

“Yeah.”  Jack replied.  “Next time I’ll bring my cell phone and a fifth of whisky!  That’ll do it!”

The man turned his key and took off as jack headed towards the bar.