My very close friend Keith, 1st evening at our new Elk camp, at Elkford, B.C., walked up to a 'round' of cut wood that was sitting on the ground, that had a cone 6" high, of snow in the middle.
With my brand new double bit OXhead axe, he sunk the blade right into the middle of that 'block'. Yeah- there was no wood in the middle, just snow. it was hollow. Luckily I had picked a piece
of perfectly straight grained hickory for the handle and it split up the centre, from the head to the end of the handle.
I duck taped it back together and it lasted that hunt - a full week of cutting down trees and chopping up wood for the stove and outside 'camp fire'.
All 3 of us got our elk - how could we not? The place was named Elkford.