On my recent visit home I managed to get the old Estwing hatchet from my father. Unfortunately he had misplaced in in the woods around his house for a while and when he found it again (years went by) much of the leather handle has rotted away.
As soon as I can figure out how to remove and replace the butt cap without damaging anything I will be ordering some new leather washers and rebuilding it, adding to it's appeal as a family piece even more.
For those that don't know the story of that hatchet, my father slipped while cutting kindling when I was very young and came dangerously close to lopping his fingers off with it. Several stitches later we had a quiet night in the trailer.

Then a few years later, I was playing with it and introduced it to my shin bone.

This hatchet has blood bonded with both myself and my father, and soon will have a new handle by me.
It doesn't come much more heirloom-y than that!
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