Oooohhh, yes, your saw tale has me remembering the axe. Not a hatchet, an axe. Certain buddies would also pack an Army surplus entrenching tool (not the lousy Korean copy, either). They were great for...trenching.

Funny how we bury certain memories [pun unintended].

A friend once produced a watermelon from his pack, I think it was night 2 or 3. But he became an instant hero and legend from that day forth. Nobody ever applauded the axe.

Cheers,