A STORY OF AN AXE THAT'S NOT DEPENDANT ON TIME, PLACE OR
Twenty years ago a man moved to the gloomy
forest of Sipoo - a man who
wanted to appreciate beautiful, individual trees.
started his difficult task of clearing the rocky site in
order to build a house. He used manual tools he bought from
the hardware store. Rough terrain and large spruces standing
close to each other, fighting for the little light that got
through their huge branches, made work even harder.
diligent man grabbed a saw and the trees came crashing down.
The man cut, lopped, split and chopped. The old frame saw
was smoking and the axe was swinging.
Throughout his arduous work the axe often swung close to
the hard working
man's calves. The axe struck him more than once, but luckily
the man was
wearing protective overalls with his hems stiff into his
rubber boots. After
receiving a few mighty blows from the axe, he was forced
to toss his boots into
the trash. When the hard day's work was over, the man collected
all the resinous
branches into one pile and the trunks cut with a power saw
in the other. They
would wait to be cut into firewood.
“Darn it!” the man said in despair. “Making
firewood is so much work, and it's
He sat down on a stump, threw his gloves in the moss, wiped
the sweat from his
forehead and started cogitating. He grabbed the axe that
the hardware salesman
proclaimed to be the best on the market and began to examine
the blade and the
handle, turning the piece of metal in his sap-covered hands.
Then it came to him.
”Eureka! I need to work on this!”
Numerous ideas about different axe blades began to swarm
in his head. They
didn't leave him alone even at night, and at the wee hours
of the morning he
arose to sketch out his new axe at the kitchen table.
He realized his plans by manufacturing numerous prototypes
of his axe at a local
steel workshop. Once in a while he found new axes at the
hardware store. They
were proclaimed to give greater striking power and strength
weight and a variety of shenanigans to the sides of the blade.
At times the man was discouraged, but his persistent Finnish
nature didn't allow
him to give up. The man continued developing a safer and
more efficient axe;
one that would allow him to conquer the roughest terrain;
one that would be
completely manual to overcome the lack of electricity in
the middle of the thick
forest; one that could be used where even a tractor could
not get though, where
the mossy forests are too precious to be destroyed by the
Years went by and one day the man was levering yard stones
with a crowbar.
And then, out of the blue, it struck him. He could barely
restrain himself - he
finally knew the answer to the problem. He was sure that
crowbar’s prying power
over big rocks and stumps could also be applied to an axe.
He threw the crowbar
in the bushes, ran to the kitchen table and sketched his
new, lever-based axe.
And thus VIPUKIRVES™ was born.