So today was fun, the wife and i got out and did a little shopping. First we went by the flea market/antique place. We didn't buy anything, but boy were they proud of their knives. I found a good looking old timer 80T pretty sure it was US made not the new chinese made version. It was obviously not "new" but looked to be in really good condition, they wanted $45. So i had to pass. I also found a buck 303 with some sort of bone handles, i started to get real excited about that, but they were wanting $35 and so the wife told me i had to pass again :/ I really wanted to see if could have any luck finding a decent hatchet head i could restore for cheap, but no such luck :/
Anyways, the reason for this story, I was walking around the parking lot (couple separate buildings) when i hear crying. I come around my truck and between my wives SUV and the truck next to ours was a little boy on his hands and knees crying and had quite a puddle of blood underneath him. So not knowing what was going on, i went to check on him. Long story short, there were 4 kids, 3 boys and a girl and they were messing around and the kid fell off the truck and hit his face and got a decent little nose bleed. So i look around and nobody had anything, so I pulled out my bandanna and let the kid use it to hold his nose. We got him seated on a bench while his sister cleaned him up with baby wipes nobody found until AFTER i had donated my bandanna

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So the kid was alright, the parents were found (like i said 4 kids, but the parents were shopping at the flea market and they had to be found) in which i stuck around until the parent showed up. After awhile the bleeding stopped and the little girl tried to return the now bloody bandanna. Sweet kid, she really was, good sister too from what i saw, taking care of her brother like that. Anyways, i donated it to them, in case he started to bleed again...
I never really carried a bandanna until i started reading Carl's stories, and while it had come in useful to me on a personal level, I can now see just how useful it can be in other circumstances. At least for that one kid, got to be a little bit of a hero i suppose

. Also, another piece of wisdom Carl always espoused was to carry two. Now i see the wisdom in that, cause i only had the one on me and i was without any after that. So the SECOND stop was a tractor supply store, where i bought two more
so, that's my little story for today. Bandanna to the rescue
