At Bluff, I bought an old-but-excellent axe, an Elwell 4-pounder on a beautiful handle. While searching out information on it, I found this image and put it here for no reason other than it is odd. The title was punt-gun-washington, so there ya go!
Unlike your fine British axe that looks to be a very specialised piece of equipment. One evening many years ago I was sharpening a very ordinary Taiwanese axe. With each rasping stroke of the stone there was a kind of delayed aftersound. As it was a very still evening I wondered if it was caused by some kind of echo phenomenon, but with a definite direction. The only possible source was a pair of guinea pigs who were watching me with great interest from the bedroom door of their hutch, about five meters away. Eventually I went over to have a closer look. The pigs immediately came and stood expectantly at the wire of their hutch. Without thinking too much about it I attempted to imitate the mysterious sound by grinding my teeth. The pigs instantly responded with a loud teeth-chattering axe-grinding imitation, as if to say "You got it!". Not exactly a Dr. Dolittle moment, but in a distant part of the same ballpark.
Ah - punt! Were there multiple dogs aboard? The kick-back must have been 'significant'. I can imagine the panama'd hunters floundering their way back to dry land.
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Unlike your fine British axe that looks to be a very specialised piece of equipment. One evening many years ago I was sharpening a very ordinary Taiwanese axe. With each rasping stroke of the stone there was a kind of delayed aftersound. As it was a very still evening I wondered if it was caused by some kind of echo phenomenon, but with a definite direction. The only possible source was a pair of guinea pigs who were watching me with great interest from the bedroom door of their hutch, about five meters away. Eventually I went over to have a closer look. The pigs immediately came and stood expectantly at the wire of their hutch. Without thinking too much about it I attempted to imitate the mysterious sound by grinding my teeth. The pigs instantly responded with a loud teeth-chattering axe-grinding imitation, as if to say "You got it!". Not exactly a Dr. Dolittle moment, but in a distant part of the same ballpark.
attached to a punt to shoot ducks in the dozens with each shot
ah those were the days!
Good Lord!
That's a story, Joe!
You should have axed them a question.
Ah - punt!
Were there multiple dogs aboard?
The kick-back must have been 'significant'. I can imagine the panama'd hunters floundering their way back to dry land.
apparently multiple barrels were not uncommon
fired from close to the water line and directly ahead
It's a noble sport.
not unlike national politics
For all politic's failings, you still have to take a punt, eh darkhorse.
but have to be behind the gun~
Rather than in the firing-line, yes.
Mind you, a moving target is hard to hit.
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