Saturday, 30 June 2012

Knowledge Regurgitation and Lack of Experience Surrounding the Ojibwa Bird Snare

Throughout my eternally ongoing research and training in survival and bushcraft I have observed many trends within the online community and I feel that this particular trend is worth mentioning.  

The trend I speak of is people constantly regurgitating information they find, without testing it, practising it, or otherwise experiencing it.  This makes it especially difficult for people like me, who rely on the internet and experience as their teachers.  The sheer volume of duplicate images of traps is staggering, and yet no one seems to have experience with it.  Even if there were someone who wrote about, or made a video about it, it would be next to impossible to find in the mess of copies that exists.  

Lets be specific, and use an example here.  I'm sure your all familiar with the Ojibwa Bird Snare.  If not, it looks like this:
This is one of the stock pictures that are spread throughout the web.
Many people have built this trap, often quite crudely.  They demonstrate how it WOULD trigger IF a bird did land on it.  I have yet to see anyone catch anything with it yet however.  I have only seen people play with their cutting tools in the bush, then throw the words IF and WOULD around a lot.  

This is great if you just want to know how to build a trap, but that's not what I want.  I want to know the subtle nuances of the trap, I want to know how best to make it, so I maximize efficiency both in construction and in critters caught.  In short, I want to be able to make it, and catch dinner with it.

Unfortunatly for me, the knowledge I seek is difficult to convey in words over a computer.  It needs to be acquired through dirt time.  I have no problem with this.  I spent countless hours perfecting the construction of a figure four deadfall.  I learned what angles are best, which size stick works best where, and how to set it sensitive enough to catch a mosquito if need be.  I also used it successfully to catch squirrels, multiple times.  Because of this, I feel confident that I could feed myself with the figure four deadfall.

So you can only learn what you want through experience you say.  Then what's your problem?  Why not just learn how to use the trap?

Well, I'll tell you why.  Because its a long process with more failures than successes.  It's also possible to take short cuts throughout the process, by simply reading tips from people who know how to use the trap already.  They definitely can't teach everything, but they can steer you in the right direction for sure. They can post pictures of how to properly make a trap, and explain why they do what they do.  They can then show it work, preferably on video.  

I have been able to find articles in the manner I describe above, on some traps, but never on the Ojibwa Bird Snare.  I have not even been able to find a picture or story of someone catching something with it.  Eventually I did find a little bit of information about the trap, here.  From what I read, the species that the Ojibwa Bird Snare was meant for (passenger pigeon) has gone extinct.  This explains why the trap is not used as successfully as expected.  It does not however, explain the complete lack of documentation of its use, or the ineptness that it tends to be demonstrated with.  

So Ben, what are you going to do about this you ask.  
Well, I'm going to do two things.  I am going to gradually gain experience with the Ojibwa Bird Snare probably fine tuning it to target a different species, such as Mourning Doves, Grackles, or Sparrows.  I am also going to write about what I learn on here, in an attempt to end the chain of redundancy that has been created around this trap.  

In regards to what this post was originally about, before I went off on a trapping tangent, I have a couple ideas.  The first is to start just trying things, and learning the hard way.  I figure that will teach me what I need to know, and maybe others will benefit as well.  

My second thought is that we, the survival and bushcraft community, need to get serious.  We need to stop half assing it in our youtube videos, and our blog posts. We need to realize that if were going to teach something, we should know it inside and out.  We need to stop acting like little boy scouts with dull SAK's, and do things like we mean it.  No more incomplete trap posts, no more barely thatched debris huts, just no more.  Treat the skills you have with respect, and practice them like your life depended on it.  After all, it might.











Tuesday, 12 June 2012

Bruce Peninsula Trip Report

Dad and I went on a short two night three day backpacking trip at the Bruce Peninsula this past weekend. We started by going along the Cyprus Lake trail, then onto the Horse Lake trail, which put us on the Bruce trail.  From there we hiked east to Storm Haven, where we spent the first night.  The next day we continued east, past Halfway Log Dump, and ended up at High Dump, where we would spend the night. The final day we hiked from High Dump back to where we started, at Cyprus Lake.  I tried to take a lot of pictures over the course of the trip, and some of them turned out okay, so lets work through them.
This is a picture of me, during the hike in.

Dad hanging our food from an artificial tree

My tarp over Dad's tent.  There were no good hammock trees at this site, so I slept in the tent instead.





My Vibram KSO's and Injinji socks




Wild Roses


We saw lots of Garter Snakes

Climbing a small uphill section of trail



There was a fork on a tree.  We don't know why.



Just as we were getting to our campsite, we saw this.














This is my hammock setup, bug net and tarp included.


This rock had a hole in it!

An eastern milk snake, not a rattlesnake.

Monday, 16 April 2012

Paris to Ancaster Race Report

This weekend I raced in Paris to Ancaster, a 60km bike race.  The course covered rail trail, single track, double track, and dirt road.  It also covered a surprising amount of mud, which was torn up by hundreds of bike tires.

In the race, there were three waves; each started about 15 minutes apart.  Being in the first wave meant less muddy riding, due to the fact that the course had not been torn to shreds yet.  My Dad, my Uncle, and I signed up a bit late, and ended up in the third wave.  This meant that the course was ankle deep slop in many cases.

Despite the sloppier riding conditions, I still had a blast.  I stayed with the other guys at the start, until the pack opened up a bit, then went on ahead.  By this point, I was forced to take of my clear glasses, which were covered in mud to the point that I was riding blind. The reason they had so much mud on them, is the tires of the people in front of me.  There was a constant barrage of water and dirt, that worked its way into our ears, eyes, and mouths throughout the race.

I was better equipped to handle this spray than most, due to the holes in my full finger gloves.  The holes meant that I had a semi clean finger to wipe my eyes off.  Like most things however, this luxury came at a price.  The holes could also get snagged on things, like the lever used for locking out your fork.  This nearly resulted in a crash on my part.

Speaking of crashes, I had two and a half.

The first, and most potentially nasty, was on the road.  I was cleaning the mud out of my eyes, so I could see again, when I bumped into the back wheel of another rider.  I promptly tucked in and rolled, and escaped the fall unscathed.  In about a minute I caught up the the guy, at which point he asked me if I knew who clipped his back tire.

I felt very embarrassed.

I explained to him what had happened, and apologized profusely.  He explained that he had stayed upright, and had been wondering if I had been okay.  We rode together for a while after that, until we got separated in some mud.

The half a crash was a simple flop, due to not getting my foot out in time.  Luckily, the mud that caused the issue provided a soft landing.

The third crash was quite picturesque.  It almost exactly mimicked the crash shown in the Paris to Ancaster promotional video.  It happened when I was descending the mud chute, and my front wheel dipped deep into a hole.  I promptly went up, and over, and down.

My Uncle, who had caught up to me at that point, asked if I was okay, then promptly left me, while I was still lying in the mud.  He also rode over a fallen guys leg, and spat on another racer.  He says neither were on purpose, but feel free to draw your own conclusions.
(fun as it is to berate my Uncle, he's actually a really nice guy, so please don't think poorly of him because of a series of humorous incidents)

After this last crash, I made my way to the final climb.  I flew up it.  I was in middle ring when everyone else was in granny, and passing people like mad.  I also was unable to shift into granny, which is mostly why I climbed it so fast.  There were also lots of people watching, so there was no other option but to suck it up and push to the top.

After finishing the climb, I rolled down through the finish line.

Now for pics:
Me on the left, and my Uncle on the right

The parking lot was packed with cyclists

One of the bike trucks.  

A lot of bikes in the truck

People huddling out of the rain before the start


The road by the start was absolute chaos, hundreds of cyclists and numerous
motor vehicles all mixed into a big mess


Lining up at the start, lots of chaos as riders tried
to find where they were supposed to be

Me post race, with my bike

My Uncle post race, with his bike

My Dad post race, without his bike

You can see exactly where the backpack straps
were on my Dads shoulders


Despite the clean teeth, my mouth tasted like dirt

There's a derailleur here somewhere!

Oh, thats why I couldn't shift into granny ring