Handling Your Axe

“It never hurts to know how to handle an axe, my boy.” The boy watched on as his old grandfather sharpened the even older axe. They were out in the snow, and white flakes were falling all around them. The old man gripped the axe by its sturdy, timey wooden handle with resolution. The blade was so sharp he promptly used it to shave off a few gray hairs from his robust chin.
The old man then looked at the boy, peering into him with focused eyes. Though the cold wind was howling, noth...