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A couple of months ago after reading so much praise about the humble peanut, I purchased my own little yellow handled wonder. I had forgotten how carbon steel takes and holds a edge making it scary sharp. I took to carrying it in my pocket where it's been competing for attention with my black scaled Vic Huntsman and Skeletool CX team. What the Vic couldn't do the Leatherman could and vise versa. However lately, traditionals have been calling. I'm reminded of the old timers (both the men and their knives) of my youth. The craftsmanship and personalities of traditionals just hold a magic and nostalgia that I don't feel feel in modern folders. And though my Vic/Leatherman team has served me well for several years, the bulk and weight in my pocket has started to wear thin. The Skeletool I don't notice so much because it's clipped, but the Vic in the bottom of my pocket always reminds me it's there.
Yesterday I received my first GEC #15 in the mail. It's rust red with a spear and crown lifter. It's truly beautiful. I even got a GEC slip sheathe to preserve the bolsters from the scratches that come from sharing space with coins. The little peanut is not as shiny as it was when I got it. The #15 needed a little love on the edge but not much. After I touched it up, I pulled my old team out of my pocket and laid them on the table where I'd have breakfast this morning. I then laid out the newer traditionals next to them and retired for the night.
This morning as I sat eating breakfast I couldn't stop patting the old team on the table. I slipped the peanut and boys knife in my pocket, then my hand went back to the old team on the table. I looked at the scratched scales and worn finish of the old team and told them "thank you" for serving me so well. I know they will again. They've been with me and worked everyday for the past several years, but my job has changed and so have the demands for what I carry.
With a tear rolling down my cheek I scooped up the old team and placed them on my bedside table. I just can't put them in a drawer just yet. Then I turned and walked out the door, my hand on the new team in my pocket, smiling as another tear rolled. Time to go to to this new job.
Yesterday I received my first GEC #15 in the mail. It's rust red with a spear and crown lifter. It's truly beautiful. I even got a GEC slip sheathe to preserve the bolsters from the scratches that come from sharing space with coins. The little peanut is not as shiny as it was when I got it. The #15 needed a little love on the edge but not much. After I touched it up, I pulled my old team out of my pocket and laid them on the table where I'd have breakfast this morning. I then laid out the newer traditionals next to them and retired for the night.
This morning as I sat eating breakfast I couldn't stop patting the old team on the table. I slipped the peanut and boys knife in my pocket, then my hand went back to the old team on the table. I looked at the scratched scales and worn finish of the old team and told them "thank you" for serving me so well. I know they will again. They've been with me and worked everyday for the past several years, but my job has changed and so have the demands for what I carry.
With a tear rolling down my cheek I scooped up the old team and placed them on my bedside table. I just can't put them in a drawer just yet. Then I turned and walked out the door, my hand on the new team in my pocket, smiling as another tear rolled. Time to go to to this new job.
