Why I chose this waxed canvas
It's extremely super duper water resistant. If we say waterproof then the kind of guy who makes toast on the edge of his bath, will sue us. The wax shields the cotton fibers from getting damaged so the canvas satchel lasts longer. It ages and weathers to look really great over time. It is a classic fabric created by the sailors of the North Sea to keep dry. If you just climbed out of a frozen river sopping wet, you could immediately cut off strips of the canvas satchel to use as a long lasting firestarter in extreme conditions.
The Canvas Quality
I asked the Scot who makes this fabric if they're the best in the world at making it. He told me, "I wouldn't say we're the best, but I don't know anybody who does it better", Here is why it's the most durable, longest lasting canvas satchel in the world.
24 oz is uncommonly thick (1 sq. yard weighs 24 oz when the standard is 18 oz or less). The cotton has long fibers and therefore require very few joints to make a yarn. Each thread is made up of 5 individual yarns when most canvas this thick has only 3 or 4. This means it's denser and stronger. It is woven extremely tight, warp and weft, so even thorns have a tough time passing through. The die of the fabric is the good stuff. Very fast and so you won't be getting a bag that fades much, if any, over time. The wax is as good as it gets, excessively refined, and therefore soaks to the core and stays around.
Our Not Insignificant Other Materials
Our custom and very expensive 316 Stainless Steel hardware is super strong. Google it and see what you think. Our shoulder strap clasps can hold up to a 750 lb. bag of cats before it breaks. And we have two clasps per bag. It's the metal of choice for when your life depends on it.
The strangely thick full grain plates of Old Bull leather have three purposes. 1. To give the bag form. 2. To protect the canvas. 3. To make it comfortable to carry against your side. Our expensive thread is as strong as we could find thick industrial marine grade UV resistant polyester thread. Sun doesn't tear it down like it does Nylon.
Each of our rivets is an expensive hard core hand pounded solid copper saddle rivet with a leather interior washer to keep it from going through. We didn't mess around.
It's all around simple. There's a thick leather exterior back pocket and there's a canvas interior back pocket. On each interior side, there's also a thick piece of Old Bull leather to give the bag form, but also to put pens behind. Pen slot sewn to the inside, but under the handle
Adjustable Strap Length: 38"-61"
Dimensions (W x H x D)
10" x 11" x 3"
Weight: 3 lbs
The Terrorist Bedtime Story Continued from the Slim Briefcase page
It was a dark place. Everyone was nervous, even Omar's brother, Ali. As we slowly wandered the streets of this remote African village, our captain would disappear now and then into a small thatched roof hut or stop to talk quietly with one of the elders of the village. We just tried to be as friendly as usual and waved and smiled to everybody. Smiles broke out most everytime we smiled big or said something in Swahili. If I said I was just uncomfortable, that would be like trying on my jeans from high
school and saying that they were a tad tight. We needed to get out of there and so that's what we did.
Later that night, back at Mike's Camp, Omar, the Islamic prophet and angel, and I talked for about 5 hours until after midnight about God, nature and the moon and about how a person can have strong supernatural peace and inexpressible joy and a deep love in their life that is beyond understanding, even during storms. I knew that if Omar were to ever start that close friendship with God, there would be a huge shake up in that region because everyone knows and respects and listens to him.
I finally said goodnight and went to our thatched roof hut to go to bed and found Suzette praying. We talked for a bit and then I fell asleep. She didn't. After about 45 minutes, Suzette shook me hard awake and said, "We need to pray RIGHT NOW!!! There was thick blackness in the room like we had never experienced. No light whatsoever. We could no longer even see our hands in front of our faces or the stars through the entire wall of big glassless windows. There was a heavy evil presence all around us.
We prayed and rebuked the spirits as best as we knew how. I mean, we threw it all out there. "You leave now! You have no rights! Get away from us! In Jesus name I throw, cast, kick, punch, order you out of here!" I mean, we left no Christian phrase unused. And since we could text from there, but didn't have internet, we sent texts to family and friends to pray for our protection. And after about 2 hours the darkness lifted and we could see the stars through the big huge window holes again. And that wonderful peace returned.
I know this sounds like crazy talk to some, but I'm just telling you what happened. Surely there could be an explanation for all of the blackness, even though it was dry season and there was not a cloud in the sky and the stars shone brightly. But there was a heaviness in our spirits and we sensed an unmistakable strong evil. Now I'm not a highly emotional sensationalist, but I witnessed what I witnessed and we are happy I'm able to write you this story today.
As soon as we got back to Lamu, I checked the Department of State's Travel warnings for the area and found that they strongly advised against any travel to Lamu County because of the terrorist killings and kidnappings of Al-Shabaab. Lesson learned. Always check the Department of State's website for travel warnings even though friends say you'll love it. To read the first part of this story, go to The Flight Bag Page