Uh oh, someone has the Ruana bug... It's a blessing, not a curse.
My buddies cringed when I pulled out a knife ~80 years old and started cutting and processing meat off a freshly harvested elk, and I had to laugh as they repeatedly sharpened and stepped out of my way as I kept cutting though and packaged more meat than the two guys "helping" me.
It's completely weird for me to say, having never met the master, but I couldn't help but picture Rudy smiling. I haven't had the priveledge of meeting the Hangas' and whenever I drive through Bonner I wanna stop but never do because I am not sure they would/could understand or appreciate my infatuation with their knives or grandpa-like figurehead.
My buddies cringed when I pulled out a knife ~80 years old and started cutting and processing meat off a freshly harvested elk, and I had to laugh as they repeatedly sharpened and stepped out of my way as I kept cutting though and packaged more meat than the two guys "helping" me.
It's completely weird for me to say, having never met the master, but I couldn't help but picture Rudy smiling. I haven't had the priveledge of meeting the Hangas' and whenever I drive through Bonner I wanna stop but never do because I am not sure they would/could understand or appreciate my infatuation with their knives or grandpa-like figurehead.