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I've been going through my blades and the one that I can't get rid of (nor would I want to) is the Case XX USA 1965-69 Stacked Leather 316-5" blade that I was given in 1972 by my dad on my tenth birthday.
I carried this thing on my belt obsessively as a kid and used it for everything from cleaning fish, cutting up crab pot bait, digging out worms, whittling with my bad, making arrows for homemade bows, making spears for trying to gig fish (no luck), to cutting kindling for little fires, to roaming around the bayou on which I grew up in Pensacola, Florida (Bayou Grande, if anyone knows of it. We lived about 500 yards up the road from it in Navy Point).
It went with me anytime I set out in the summer (yes, we were allowed as *children* to carry 'deadly weapons' like this, horrifying I know). It went with me when we left our house to take shelter in our church during hurricanes.
I spent many pleasurable days during the summer, roaming around the bayou and when we bought a small fiberglass boat with a 2.5 horse outboard, it went with me across the bayou where I snuck up on to NAS Pensacola to watch the Navy planes take off over my head, and watch the Blue Angels practice. Until I was spotted and Shore Patrol came zooming across the Tarmac to apprehend the trespasser. (I was never caught, as I roared out into the open bayou at a blinding speed of at least 6 miles per hour).
I sharpened the living daylights out of it, obsessively, and oiled the leather obsessively, but now, nearly fifty years later, it has traveled with me at every point in my life.
It brings back rich memories and I love it.

I carried this thing on my belt obsessively as a kid and used it for everything from cleaning fish, cutting up crab pot bait, digging out worms, whittling with my bad, making arrows for homemade bows, making spears for trying to gig fish (no luck), to cutting kindling for little fires, to roaming around the bayou on which I grew up in Pensacola, Florida (Bayou Grande, if anyone knows of it. We lived about 500 yards up the road from it in Navy Point).
It went with me anytime I set out in the summer (yes, we were allowed as *children* to carry 'deadly weapons' like this, horrifying I know). It went with me when we left our house to take shelter in our church during hurricanes.
I spent many pleasurable days during the summer, roaming around the bayou and when we bought a small fiberglass boat with a 2.5 horse outboard, it went with me across the bayou where I snuck up on to NAS Pensacola to watch the Navy planes take off over my head, and watch the Blue Angels practice. Until I was spotted and Shore Patrol came zooming across the Tarmac to apprehend the trespasser. (I was never caught, as I roared out into the open bayou at a blinding speed of at least 6 miles per hour).
I sharpened the living daylights out of it, obsessively, and oiled the leather obsessively, but now, nearly fifty years later, it has traveled with me at every point in my life.
It brings back rich memories and I love it.

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