Hey guys,
Ken, thanks for the comp most generous of you, for me this is a moment to remember my grandfather (RIP) who inspired me to get outdoors and look around.
My name is Jules and just turned 36 in the last couple of days, I grew up in a dairy farming area in South Eastern Australia, we had 11 acres of pastures but there was an uncleared block a couple of paddocks over that we used to hang out in. Though my father spent his time working for the National parks service he wasnt much of an outdoors-man, he tried but it just didn't come naturally.
As a young tacker my grandfather was the guy that I most wanted to be like, he was a hands-on practical man, he could fix just about anything and occasionally invented stuff just to fulfill a need, he gained the nick-name Trigger from his hunting mates as he was a cracker shot with a rifle and shotgun and to his dying day he proclaimed to have never missed a duck opening (even when he got busted for taking a sick-day and then getting the biggest bag at opening, had his picture in the local paper, which his boss saw the following day.)
He was a kind, quiet man who would almost always dropped a little game or fish off to one of his mates or their mums on the way home from being out.
He knew the best places to go shooting to get good pelts and good bunnies and fat ducks. He knew the best rivers or lakes to go for fish and when, what bait, when time the tide would turn. He just knew stuff.
When I was about 10 years old he taught me to shoot and tried to teach me to fish (unfortunately I was a bit too ADHD to sit and relax in the sunshine and listen to his pearls of wisdom). Over the next three years he kept dropping over and showing me stuff and I sucked it up. Then he went into hospital with lung disease caused by asbestosis and not long after he died.
I was totally devastated, I didnt get the chance to learn his stuff. The chance to know what he knew, the tricks, the tips and the secret spots was gone.
So I kept doing stuff on my own and with mates but really missed his presence and his guidance.
I still do.
I moved to the city to work, away from the openness of the country and for the last 16 years I 'get away' back to those areas to get mental relief, space to think (or not

. ). I started thinking about the outdoor type stuff again. Then I found you guys at W&SS and the stuff, the knowledge, was all around. How can you not learn here! There is so much info it mind boggling.
I was brought up with pocket knives, hunting and fishing, you guys know where Im coming from (the knife is a tool) and have since started making my own knives. But there is so very much I don't know and will probably never know, BUT I will spend all my days learning whatever I can, wherever I am.
So in a strange kind of way you guys are like the replacement for my grandfather. Thank you one and all for all the posts, the passing of knowledge, the jokes, and the community.
PS Before I read this thread I was out and about and found a Mora 611 (in a lawn-mower shop?) the only type of traditional style they had. So Ken no need to send anything.
This one.
Funny how the world works.
Cheers.