I can remember the day my dad and I made this.
We were camping in the Boundary Waters for a few nights. My dad found the perfect piece of wood, wrote my name in it with his knife and showed me how to carve out the letters. Once it was all carved he stuck the tip of a Philips screwdriver into the flame of our gas camping stove. He then traced what I did to burn the letters a bit. He shaped up the edges of the wood and voila!
Several years later our Great Dane got a hold of it and chewed up the ends. I suppose it just adds character.
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