"Carl's Lounge" (Off-Topic Discussion, Traditional Knife "Tales & Vignettes")

[Pàdruig]

The house we are in the process of buying just appraised at $43k over what we are paying for it. Should be getting the keys sometime next week. As you can imagine, I am in a particularly fine mood today.

 

[Chui]

The house we are in the process of buying just appraised at $43k over what we are paying for it. Should be getting the keys sometime next week. As you can imagine, I am in a particularly fine mood today.

- congrats, Dylan.

Builders arrive to take our ground floor apart a week Monday..........weeks to come of eating dust and noise (drink more whisky, that'll help........)

 

[Old Engineer]

~ P.

Good to see that you are still around ~P. We hope that you will again be in Titusville in August ????

Harry

 

[JTB_5]

Nice, Dylan! Glad you got a great deal.

 

[black mamba]

Thanks, Kevin, the 93OT must be the one I was thinking of.

 

[Copperberry]

Buckle yer seatbelts folks, it’s high time this knife tale got told here.

Last summer my long time travel buddy/lover/enabler and I decided to tie the knot in front of our family and friends.

As you can see, it was a gorgeous July day here in northern Idaho — hot, but with a nice gentle breeze that helped ease the 90 degree weather for our guests.

Earlier that morning my soon to be wife and I exchanged our gifts for one another. I gave her a hand made genuine leather briefcase to show my confidence in her budding career, and she gave me this — which I’m sure you all will appreciate:

Those of you who have done the whole wedding thing know that a lot of work goes on behind the scenes, and a lot of that work fell on my lap. I was out at the farm all morning setting everything up, and then again all afternoon getting photographed with the wedding party. While I enjoyed every second of the proceedings that afternoon, the constant sunshine and heat was beginning to take its toll.

The ceremony was pure bliss. Short, sweet, and heartfelt — I would do it 100 times over again. Please note the beautiful flowers on the archway in the photo, they become important in a second here.

After the ceremony our friends gradually trickled out for the reception venue, as our respective maternal and paternal families took turns getting photographed with us under the archway. By this time I was hot, tired, dizzy with love, hungry for dinner, and ready for a cold beer or three.

Just as we were getting ready to leave the farm, my new bride asked me if I could use the pocket knife she gave me to cut the flowers down off the archway, so that the rental company could pack it up after we left.

Happy to oblige I pulled the pretty little tear-drop wharncliffe open and began slicing away at the zip ties which held the flowers in place. Unfortunately these were industrial zip ties, about a quarter inch thick each, and in my compromised state I was not practicing safe knife procedure.

Next thing I knew the knife slipped off of the zip tie, the downward force bringing my hand down to punch myself in the gut. After letting out a gasp, I untucked my dress shirt and pulled it up over my belly to reveal a perfect little slit blurping out bright red blood.

Needless to say my father in law rushed me to the local emergency room in his van.

Near as we can tell the blade went straight in to the bolster, so I’m glad I was not carrying my beloved Buck 110 that day.

I’m fine, my beer gut and abdominal muscles kept me from poking anything important, and we even managed to make the end of our reception!

We left a few morning later for our National Park honeymoon, a special message scrolled across our rear windshield.

Thanks for listening everyone, I hope you have a wonderful weekend!

Karl

 

[Peregrin]

Copperberry
Good tale well told, Karl. Glad it turned out okay.

 

[r redden]

Any golf fans here? Quite a first day at the Masters Tournament. Jordan Spieth is a true artist around the greens.

I can't play anymore Jeff but for me I was never a fan just an addict.

Opening day game at Nats park today.

Had a blast, but then I usually do with my lover, friend, and partner in crime.

Leghog you are a lucky man being able to enjoy a day with your both your beautiful bride and two mistresses (the hotdog and the ballpark.)

The house we are in the process of buying just appraised at $43k over what we are paying for it. Should be getting the keys sometime next week. As you can imagine, I am in a particularly fine mood today.

Congrats Dylan that's an exceptional day a new home and an extra 43 grand in your pocket.


Copperberry Congratulations on you and your brides marriage, sorry you stabbed yourself, and welcome to the Porch sounds like you're going to fit in just fine. ​

 

[btb01]

The house we are in the process of buying just appraised at $43k over what we are paying for it. Should be getting the keys sometime next week. As you can imagine, I am in a particularly fine mood today.

Sounds like good news to me, Dylan, although I'd be crossing my fingers that the property tax assessment comes in closer to what you're paying than what it appraised for.

Buckle yer seatbelts folks, it’s high time this knife tale got told here.

Last summer my long time travel buddy/lover/enabler and I decided to tie the knot in front of our family and friends.

As you can see, it was a gorgeous July day here in northern Idaho — hot, but with a nice gentle breeze that helped ease the 90 degree weather for our guests.

Earlier that morning my soon to be wife and I exchanged our gifts for one another. I gave her a hand made genuine leather briefcase to show my confidence in her budding career, and she gave me this — which I’m sure you all will appreciate:

Those of you who have done the whole wedding thing know that a lot of work goes on behind the scenes, and a lot of that work fell on my lap. I was out at the farm all morning setting everything up, and then again all afternoon getting photographed with the wedding party. While I enjoyed every second of the proceedings that afternoon, the constant sunshine and heat was beginning to take its toll.

The ceremony was pure bliss. Short, sweet, and heartfelt — I would do it 100 times over again. Please note the beautiful flowers on the archway in the photo, they become important in a second here.

After the ceremony our friends gradually trickled out for the reception venue, as our respective maternal and paternal families took turns getting photographed with us under the archway. By this time I was hot, tired, dizzy with love, hungry for dinner, and ready for a cold beer or three.

Just as we were getting ready to leave the farm, my new bride asked me if I could use the pocket knife she gave me to cut the flowers down off the archway, so that the rental company could pack it up after we left.

Happy to oblige I pulled the pretty little tear-drop wharncliffe open and began slicing away at the zip ties which held the flowers in place. Unfortunately these were industrial zip ties, about a quarter inch thick each, and in my compromised state I was not practicing safe knife procedure.

Next thing I knew the knife slipped off of the zip tie, the downward force bringing my hand down to punch myself in the gut. After letting out a gasp, I untucked my dress shirt and pulled it up over my belly to reveal a perfect little slit blurping out bright red blood.

Needless to say my father in law rushed me to the local emergency room in his van.

Near as we can tell the blade went straight in to the bolster, so I’m glad I was not carrying my beloved Buck 110 that day.

I’m fine, my beer gut and abdominal muscles kept me from poking anything important, and we even managed to make the end of our reception!

We left a few morning later for our National Park honeymoon, a special message scrolled across our rear windshield.

Thanks for listening everyone, I hope you have a wonderful weekend!

Karl

That's quite a story! I'm glad you're ok. (Was that photo of the knife taken before or after it had been inside your abdomen?)

 

[Copperberry]

That's quite a story! I'm glad you're ok. (Was that photo of the knife taken before or after it had been inside your abdomen?)

After!

I took that photo this morning as I left the house. We did a bunch of landscaping last year and our ornamental thyme just started exploding this spring — too good to pass up a photo opp!

I look forward to passing this particular knife down the family tree.

Pàdruig that is really great, you didn’t even have to put in any sweat equity yet!

Cheers all

Karl

 

[mrknife]

I can't play anymore Jeff but for me I was never a fan just an addict.




Leghog you are a lucky man being able to enjoy a day with your both your beautiful bride and two mistresses (the hotdog and the ballpark.)

Congrats Dylan that's an exceptional day a new home and an extra 43 grand in your pocket.


Copperberry Congratulations on you and your brides marriage, sorry you stabbed yourself, and welcome to the Porch sounds like you're going to fit in just fine. ​

I think you are going to like staying at the cross country resort if you attend the rendezvous. its a golf resort randy. shame no driving range there

 

[leghog]

Northern beans, hamhocks, and onion in the crockpot. It'll be good eats this afternoon.

 

[sunnyd]

Great story of your wedding, Karl. Enjoyed it. Sorry about your mishap and glad you only got a flesh wound out of it. It sounds like you got a great better half as well in the bargain.. I love the very sweet Case Wharncliff too. Much wedding bliss to you both!

 

[jackknife]

Buckle yer seatbelts folks, it’s high time this knife tale got told here.

Last summer my long time travel buddy/lover/enabler and I decided to tie the knot in front of our family and friends.

As you can see, it was a gorgeous July day here in northern Idaho — hot, but with a nice gentle breeze that helped ease the 90 degree weather for our guests.

Earlier that morning my soon to be wife and I exchanged our gifts for one another. I gave her a hand made genuine leather briefcase to show my confidence in her budding career, and she gave me this — which I’m sure you all will appreciate:

Those of you who have done the whole wedding thing know that a lot of work goes on behind the scenes, and a lot of that work fell on my lap. I was out at the farm all morning setting everything up, and then again all afternoon getting photographed with the wedding party. While I enjoyed every second of the proceedings that afternoon, the constant sunshine and heat was beginning to take its toll.

The ceremony was pure bliss. Short, sweet, and heartfelt — I would do it 100 times over again. Please note the beautiful flowers on the archway in the photo, they become important in a second here.

After the ceremony our friends gradually trickled out for the reception venue, as our respective maternal and paternal families took turns getting photographed with us under the archway. By this time I was hot, tired, dizzy with love, hungry for dinner, and ready for a cold beer or three.

Just as we were getting ready to leave the farm, my new bride asked me if I could use the pocket knife she gave me to cut the flowers down off the archway, so that the rental company could pack it up after we left.

Happy to oblige I pulled the pretty little tear-drop wharncliffe open and began slicing away at the zip ties which held the flowers in place. Unfortunately these were industrial zip ties, about a quarter inch thick each, and in my compromised state I was not practicing safe knife procedure.

Next thing I knew the knife slipped off of the zip tie, the downward force bringing my hand down to punch myself in the gut. After letting out a gasp, I untucked my dress shirt and pulled it up over my belly to reveal a perfect little slit blurping out bright red blood.

Needless to say my father in law rushed me to the local emergency room in his van.

Near as we can tell the blade went straight in to the bolster, so I’m glad I was not carrying my beloved Buck 110 that day.

I’m fine, my beer gut and abdominal muscles kept me from poking anything important, and we even managed to make the end of our reception!

We left a few morning later for our National Park honeymoon, a special message scrolled across our rear windshield.

Thanks for listening everyone, I hope you have a wonderful weekend!

Karl

Come, come now Karl! We all know that a mere slip joint is not capable of stabbing through a suit coat, shirt and beer belly up to the bolster. After all, it isn't a tacticool knife of the month with wonder steel and a blade lock capable of suspending a Sherman tank.

All kidding aside, congratulations on the wedding and getting off lightly as well!

Now your knife can be handed down in the family to be with an interesting history attached to it. Best of luck to you.

 

[Grateful]

Great story of your wedding, Karl. Enjoyed it. Sorry about your mishap and glad you only got a flesh wound out of it. It sounds like you got a great better half as well in the bargain.. I love the very sweet Case Wharncliff too. Much wedding bliss to you both!

sunnyd, long time no see. Glad to see you around.

 

[herder]

Congratulations on the marriage Copperberry, and who hasn't slipped with a blade before?

 

[Copperberry]

Northern beans, hamhocks, and onion in the crockpot. It'll be good eats this afternoon.

Have you ever tried borracho beans? You cook onion down with bacon and chorizo, add a few chopped tomatoes once the meat starts to render, add a few cans of pinto beans and a pint of beer. Stew that all together and it’s heaven!

Great story of your wedding, Karl. Enjoyed it. Sorry about your mishap and glad you only got a flesh wound out of it. It sounds like you got a great better half as well in the bargain.. I love the very sweet Case Wharncliff too. Much wedding bliss to you both!

Thanks for the case love! I got a tidy little scar out of the bargain too!
And yes my wife is the best I’m a lucky man.

Come, come now Karl! We all know that a mere slip joint is not capable of stabbing through a suit coat, shirt and beer belly up to the bolster. After all, it isn't a tacticool knife of the month with wonder steel and a blade lock capable of suspending a Sherman tank.

All kidding aside, congratulations on the wedding and getting off lightly as well!

Now your knife can be handed down in the family to be with an interesting history attached to it. Best of luck to you.

Thanks! I heard getting shot with a .22 don’t hurt either!

Congratulations on the marriage Copperberry, and who hasn't slipped with a blade before?

I used to cook professionally and got plenty of little knicks from that, but nothing quite like this slip!

Have a great Saturday everyone!

 

[jackknife]

Congratulations on the marriage Copperberry, and who hasn't slipped with a blade before?

Slipped?

SLIPPED????

No man, a slip is when you're cutting something and you nick a finger and go "Ouch" and then go get a bandaid. It's a bit more than a slip when you accidentally almost commit seppuku with your pocket knife!

 

[leghog]

Have you ever tried borracho beans? You cook onion down with bacon and chorizo, add a few chopped tomatoes once the meat starts to render, add a few cans of pinto beans and a pint of beer. Stew that all together and it’s heaven!

Too much work for me. I just soak beans and thaw some smoked pork pieces overnight. Dump them in a crockpot with chopped onion, chicken stock, and seasoning in the morning and walk away for several hours.

 

[r redden]

We all know that a mere slip joint is not capable of stabbing through a suit coat, shirt and beer belly up to the bolster. After all, it isn't a tacticool knife of the month with wonder steel and a blade lock capable of suspending a Sherman tank.

Outstanding observation Carl!!
By the way when are we going to get another of your tales also have I ever told you that you should write a book?