Well, it was Friday morning, and the breakfast club met again. The bunch of us old retired guys who meet up every Friday morning to catch up, and plan any shooting, fishing, or other outings for the next coming week.
It's also a show off time. It's a unspoken law that at breakfast, we never use the provided butter knife to cut our meal. No matter if good tough country ham, sausage, or thick country bacon, we use it as a chance to show off and chicken eye any new cutlery that makes an appearance.
Hoppy, the oldest of our group was the surprise this morning. He ordered his usual eggs sunny side with link sausage. Now this diner is a country place, and the breakfast meat is the real stuff. The sausage links are a little more than broomstick diameter, and it was a chance for Hoppy to show off his latest knife. For all the years we've known him, he always has this worn out Case pen knife with two steel toothpicks for blades. I guess even Hoppy finally knew it was time for a new knife. It was no surprise he stayed close to his roots with a small 'pen knife' sized pocket knife.
With great deliberate care, he reached into his pocket and took out a brand new Case Eisenhower with the most beautiful vivid blue jigged bone scales I've seen. He had our attention, and he knew it, and played us like a trout on the line. Very slowly he speared one of his big sausage's, and holding it up off the plate, he gently laid the open blade on the sausage. Slowly, ever so slowly, he drew the blade down from kick toward tip, and the piece of sausage dropped neatly on one of his sunny side eggs. Not a perfect bulls eye, but close. It was plain to see that the little Eisenhower was wicked sharp, and I don't think it came from Case that way. Not to slant Case, but I have a strong suspicion that knowing he was going to show it off at breakfast, Hoppy honed it before leaving home.
Of course, he had to pass it around for the breakfast club to coon finger, and I have to admit, when it was my turn I couldn't find fault with it. Very fine fit and finish, and finger print grabbing edges. I asked him what happened to his old pen knife, and he said it was residing on top of his dresser in retirement, to be brought out only for dirty jobs he doesn't want to use his new knife on.
Not to be outdone, I had to hold up my country ham on the fork and slice off a piece with my damascus peanut. Of course I stropped it before going to breakfast, so it had no trouble slicing off a thin strip nice and clean.
It's a heck of a thing when you have to carefully hone your pocket knife so's not to be shamed at breakfast!
Carl.
It's also a show off time. It's a unspoken law that at breakfast, we never use the provided butter knife to cut our meal. No matter if good tough country ham, sausage, or thick country bacon, we use it as a chance to show off and chicken eye any new cutlery that makes an appearance.
Hoppy, the oldest of our group was the surprise this morning. He ordered his usual eggs sunny side with link sausage. Now this diner is a country place, and the breakfast meat is the real stuff. The sausage links are a little more than broomstick diameter, and it was a chance for Hoppy to show off his latest knife. For all the years we've known him, he always has this worn out Case pen knife with two steel toothpicks for blades. I guess even Hoppy finally knew it was time for a new knife. It was no surprise he stayed close to his roots with a small 'pen knife' sized pocket knife.
With great deliberate care, he reached into his pocket and took out a brand new Case Eisenhower with the most beautiful vivid blue jigged bone scales I've seen. He had our attention, and he knew it, and played us like a trout on the line. Very slowly he speared one of his big sausage's, and holding it up off the plate, he gently laid the open blade on the sausage. Slowly, ever so slowly, he drew the blade down from kick toward tip, and the piece of sausage dropped neatly on one of his sunny side eggs. Not a perfect bulls eye, but close. It was plain to see that the little Eisenhower was wicked sharp, and I don't think it came from Case that way. Not to slant Case, but I have a strong suspicion that knowing he was going to show it off at breakfast, Hoppy honed it before leaving home.
Of course, he had to pass it around for the breakfast club to coon finger, and I have to admit, when it was my turn I couldn't find fault with it. Very fine fit and finish, and finger print grabbing edges. I asked him what happened to his old pen knife, and he said it was residing on top of his dresser in retirement, to be brought out only for dirty jobs he doesn't want to use his new knife on.
Not to be outdone, I had to hold up my country ham on the fork and slice off a piece with my damascus peanut. Of course I stropped it before going to breakfast, so it had no trouble slicing off a thin strip nice and clean.
It's a heck of a thing when you have to carefully hone your pocket knife so's not to be shamed at breakfast!
Carl.
