pjsjr
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Blackshark started a good thread "110 Stories" and because of my CRS I don't have one for the 110.
Getting my 118 out to photo it for the "Bucks and Guns" thread and wiping it down , looking it over did bring back memories so if you were like me feel free to post your BUCK TALES...
This was my first buck. I purchased in the PX, 1969 -1970, and can recall the feeling of elation
of paying and taking it home. Just carried it in the car, camping and fishing while I was stateside.
Getting back home to the Rockies, I knew I would be putting it to the use it was meant for, big game, but several years passed before it could be put to use in that role. It did see much use it in it's past role and performed splendid.
Finally the time came and I was able to bag my first deer, a doe, I was pumped. The 118 was sharp and took care of business. For those of you not familar with hunting tradition, at least here and with this group, no one pulled a knife to help with the doe...but there sure was a lot of banter about how to go about the starting the process, what to with this part and that
. Since this is about the knife I'll jump ahead to the main part.
I didn't have a place to hang the doe, a friend allowed my to use his garage and mine hung next to his doe. When the time came to butcher and wrap I was ready...I'd spent several sessions on the Arkansas stones and the 118 was ready to go.
Arriving at Steve's house I laid all my stuff on the workbench and went to say hello to his family...when I got back to the garage, Steve was sharpening his knives...on an electric grinder of all things:jerkit:, you could not believe how horrified I was to see that
.
I was even more horrified when he handed me my 118, with a big, proud, helpful smile on his face and said " here I already ran your knife through and it's ready...
. I don't know what I would have done now but at that time I said a meek "thank you" and went about learning how to cut up my deer.
He meant well and didn't know any better and I've never said anything to him about it. That was a over twenty-five years ago, and I haven't seen him for at least fifteen. He was in an elk camp near me this past season but I was with others and didn't get a chance to see him. Next year, I will, and see if he remembers and/or has changed his sharpening methods. Preston
Getting my 118 out to photo it for the "Bucks and Guns" thread and wiping it down , looking it over did bring back memories so if you were like me feel free to post your BUCK TALES...
This was my first buck. I purchased in the PX, 1969 -1970, and can recall the feeling of elation
of paying and taking it home. Just carried it in the car, camping and fishing while I was stateside.Getting back home to the Rockies, I knew I would be putting it to the use it was meant for, big game, but several years passed before it could be put to use in that role. It did see much use it in it's past role and performed splendid.
Finally the time came and I was able to bag my first deer
, a doe, I was pumped. The 118 was sharp and took care of business. For those of you not familar with hunting tradition, at least here and with this group, no one pulled a knife to help with the doe...but there sure was a lot of banter about how to go about the starting the process, what to with this part and that. Since this is about the knife I'll jump ahead to the main part.I didn't have a place to hang the doe, a friend allowed my to use his garage and mine hung next to his doe. When the time came to butcher and wrap I was ready...I'd spent several sessions on the Arkansas stones and the 118 was ready to go.
Arriving at Steve's house I laid all my stuff on the workbench and went to say hello to his family...when I got back to the garage, Steve was sharpening his knives...on an electric grinder of all things:jerkit:, you could not believe how horrified I was to see that
.I was even more horrified when he handed me my 118, with a big, proud, helpful smile on his face and said " here I already ran your knife through and it's ready...
. I don't know what I would have done now but at that time I said a meek "thank you" and went about learning how to cut up my deer. He meant well and didn't know any better and I've never said anything to him about it. That was a over twenty-five years ago, and I haven't seen him for at least fifteen. He was in an elk camp near me this past season but I was with others and didn't get a chance to see him. Next year, I will, and see if he remembers and/or has changed his sharpening methods. Preston
was one of them. 
