Okay, like I said in another post, I'm laid up for the next 4 weeks recovery time from a surgery on my right foot, from problems from and old active duty injury in my army days. So I'm rapidly getting bored out of my skull, not handling being incapacitated on crutches too well. So I drag out an old photo album, and looking through the pics of a big western trip my Karen and I took in 1997.
I had got laid off from from a long term job, and we took the oportunity to take a counter clockwise trip around the U.S. of A. Badlands, Custer National Park, Yellowstone, Bryce, Canyonlands, Mesa Verde, Grand Canyon. All the big sights. We took a month on the road with the camping gear in the back of our little Toyota, we camped out at all the great places. Used a sak a lot, of course.
But one sak encounter came back to me looking at our photo album. A cowboy classic tale, if you will.
We'd stopped in a little burger place in Del Norte Colorado, called Boogy's Burgers. Little place by the side of the state road, but it had a line of pick-up trucks out front, so we figured it must have been good. These were dusty, muddy ranch trucks, so it was working cowboys that were inside chowing down.
It was good. No, it was great. Big half pound burger done just right. As we were paying up at the cash register by the door, I saw an interesting thing. A big cowboy, maybe 6 feet plus a few inches, was studying the bulletin board by the door. There were the usual car mechanic cards stapled up, and carpet cleaning, feed store coupons, and stuff in general. just one of those bulletin boards you see in country stores all over. The big guy on boots and stetson, looking like the Marlboro man, saw something he wanted, and slowly he reached into the pocket in his leather vest.
Don't ask me how I knew, I just knew he was reaching for a pocket knife to pry out a staple with. I looked at him and wondered if it would be a nice old well used stockman, or maybe a seasoned barlow with real bone handles.
No.
He came out with a little red Vic classic, pulled open the SD tipped nail file blade, and proceeded to pull out two staples that held an add for wire fence at a low cost. It was a little bit of a shock to see the clone of the Marlboro man pull out a little sak instead of some stag or bone handle larger knife. He neatly folded up the ad and walked out to a dusty Dodge Ram pickup.
I guess you don't have to be a city slicker to like a little sak in the pocket.
Carl.
I had got laid off from from a long term job, and we took the oportunity to take a counter clockwise trip around the U.S. of A. Badlands, Custer National Park, Yellowstone, Bryce, Canyonlands, Mesa Verde, Grand Canyon. All the big sights. We took a month on the road with the camping gear in the back of our little Toyota, we camped out at all the great places. Used a sak a lot, of course.
But one sak encounter came back to me looking at our photo album. A cowboy classic tale, if you will.
We'd stopped in a little burger place in Del Norte Colorado, called Boogy's Burgers. Little place by the side of the state road, but it had a line of pick-up trucks out front, so we figured it must have been good. These were dusty, muddy ranch trucks, so it was working cowboys that were inside chowing down.
It was good. No, it was great. Big half pound burger done just right. As we were paying up at the cash register by the door, I saw an interesting thing. A big cowboy, maybe 6 feet plus a few inches, was studying the bulletin board by the door. There were the usual car mechanic cards stapled up, and carpet cleaning, feed store coupons, and stuff in general. just one of those bulletin boards you see in country stores all over. The big guy on boots and stetson, looking like the Marlboro man, saw something he wanted, and slowly he reached into the pocket in his leather vest.
Don't ask me how I knew, I just knew he was reaching for a pocket knife to pry out a staple with. I looked at him and wondered if it would be a nice old well used stockman, or maybe a seasoned barlow with real bone handles.
No.
He came out with a little red Vic classic, pulled open the SD tipped nail file blade, and proceeded to pull out two staples that held an add for wire fence at a low cost. It was a little bit of a shock to see the clone of the Marlboro man pull out a little sak instead of some stag or bone handle larger knife. He neatly folded up the ad and walked out to a dusty Dodge Ram pickup.
I guess you don't have to be a city slicker to like a little sak in the pocket.
Carl.
