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When I was a kid, my grandfather always carried a slipjoint knife with brown jigged-bone handles. I thought the scales were ugly, like an old wrinkled piece of dried out meat. But, I became interested in knives, and the usefulness of having one on me at all times, at an early age. When I was too young to actually own a knife, I'd pilfer one of my mother's metal nail files, and pretend it was "my knife". I would practice "bushcraft" (although it wasn't great and I didn't know what to call it) with kitchen knives. I cut myself a few times, and leared to be careful. Then Grandpa gave me what was perhaps the ugliest multi-tool ever, a cheapo crescent-style wrench with a few tools, and a knife blade, built into the sides, at age nine. I LOVED it. I took it everywhere, learned to sharpen the blade, turned bolts and hammered nails with it. It started me into thin, sharp cutters.
Later, I fell under the "tactical" influence, and started buying, and carrying, only those sharp, pointy objects that looked "stabby". I thought I was safer if I could de-animate someone who invaded my personal sanctity. I was foolish. I was a teenager.
Then, remembering my old "bushcraft" days, I started researching online, and found OldJimbo's site, which led me here, which led me to Karl, AKA Jackknife, and his wonderful tales. I was transfixed, devouring his stories as sustenance for my soul. It helped me re-discover what a knife is really all about, why traditional pocket cutters cut so well, and the value of slowing down. I started acquiring traditional slip-joint knives again, and the joy of a quiet moment on the porch with a cup of coffee, making small sticks out of bigger sticks.
And I learned that grandpa's old jigged bone jack was beautiful.
Thanks for the chance. You are definitely one of the reasons this is the best corner of the web.
Ken
Later, I fell under the "tactical" influence, and started buying, and carrying, only those sharp, pointy objects that looked "stabby". I thought I was safer if I could de-animate someone who invaded my personal sanctity. I was foolish. I was a teenager.
Then, remembering my old "bushcraft" days, I started researching online, and found OldJimbo's site, which led me here, which led me to Karl, AKA Jackknife, and his wonderful tales. I was transfixed, devouring his stories as sustenance for my soul. It helped me re-discover what a knife is really all about, why traditional pocket cutters cut so well, and the value of slowing down. I started acquiring traditional slip-joint knives again, and the joy of a quiet moment on the porch with a cup of coffee, making small sticks out of bigger sticks.
And I learned that grandpa's old jigged bone jack was beautiful.
Thanks for the chance. You are definitely one of the reasons this is the best corner of the web.
Ken