I call the carnage left behind a bow making or string making project a bone pile. Anyone else out there take satisfaction in a bone pile at the end of the day? We had a cool front (lower humidity too) in early July and another one came through this week. I took advantage of the evenings to chase rings on some Osage. Since the first of the month I have successfully chased the rings on six staves.
The resulting bone pile has accumulated off the porch in a landscaping bed. I took satisfaction in the depth and coverage of this pile. Yeah, I know fresh wood shavings kill plants and need to be seasoned. I will eventually move these off, but that didn’t stop me from admiring the bone pile!
anyone else enjoy the bone piles