OThis here rocker was carved from a single cryptomeria tree by my samurai Amish grandaddy. He was a lifelong pacifist, but he always told me "Son, if they come here for yer womenfolk, you gotta know how to handle your blade." I remember when I warn't but knee high to a grasshopper he'd take me out to the back forty and teach me to slice the ears off of passing peasants.