Cult of the peanut , members

I finally got around to taking a group pic. Top to bottom, Case single SS blade with antique amber jigged bone, Utica Kutmaster with jigged black delrin, Damascus with burnt stag, AG Russel pinched peanut with VG-10 steel and Chinese quince wood, good old yellow delrin CV, and Kissing Crane trapper nut also in yellow delrin type plastic.
 
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I received the Keen Kutter Nut I won in Markesharp's very generous giveaway yesterday :)

 
Glad to see you finally got your nut Jack. Here's some pics of mine from Markesharp's GAW. There's even a pic of it at work. That's a big deal because, my line if work is generally dominated by benchmade autos or something of the like. Iv been carrying this little case peanut ever since I got it.




And here it is at work:
 
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I own quite a few traditionals. Some are even quite expensive and some quite old, dating back to 1910-1920. I have several Tidioute, Northfield, Keen, and Case models. I rotate them daily, or at least I used to.
By way of a birthday gift from my oldest son, who is serving in the U.S.C.G. I recieved my first Nut the other day. A beautiful Blue Jigged bone version. It hasn't left my pocket since. I see now why the cult exists. The quality. The usefulness. The fit and finish. The design. The ergos. The cutting ability. Everything about it is just right. What a beautiful tool.
I'm already looking for the next one. I think the yellow synthetic model, which, in my mind, is the icon color for Case knives, but maybe that's just me.

This little blue one is perfect in so many ways. My son and I call it "Coast Guard Blue" even though that is not how Case defines it.

How does one get in the cult? Are you invited? Or does it happen by the shear addiction to the Nut, which is inevitable, once you own your first one?

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I happened across a 1985 brown delrin 'nut still in the box that the seller was giving away for a song. I'm not a 'nut nut, but I figured this little fella's been locked in that box long enough and decided to give him some work.

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I found out the hard way that the 'nut is not to be underestimated. I'm already nursing an unhappy index finger from this little guy.
 
Cory,

Nice find! That baby's brand new in the box from 1985... very cool.

My baby - a shot from the table of an old restaurant where I had breakfast this morning.
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Hale Storm said:
I own quite a few traditionals. Some are even quite expensive and some quite old, dating back to 1910-1920. I have several Tidioute, Northfield, Keen, and Case models. I rotate them daily, or at least I used to.
By way of a birthday gift from my oldest son, who is serving in the U.S.C.G. I recieved my first Nut the other day. A beautiful Blue Jigged bone version. It hasn't left my pocket since. I see now why the cult exists. The quality. The usefulness. The fit and finish. The design. The ergos. The cutting ability. Everything about it is just right. What a beautiful tool.
I'm already looking for the next one. I think the yellow synthetic model, which, in my mind, is the icon color for Case knives, but maybe that's just me.

This little blue one is perfect in so many ways. My son and I call it "Coast Guard Blue" even though that is not how Case defines it.

How does one get in the cult? Are you invited? Or does it happen by the shear addiction to the Nut, which is inevitable, once you own your first one?

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You will be contacted when you least expect it. Leaving work, or a knock on the door when watching TV in the evening. Your contact will be a large fat man in a rumpled white suit and wearing a red Fez on his head. You will go with him in a NYC Checker taxi driven by a midget. Do not ask questions, just go with it. :thumb up:

Carl, Grand HIgh Muckba (ret)

PS- Love that blue!
 
I found this in the restored version of Hemingway’s A Movable Feast. He’s talking about his starving artist days, writing fiction in the café’s of Paris.

THE BLUE-BACKED NOTEBOOKS, THE TWO PENCILS AND THE PENCIL SHARPENER (A POCKET KNIFE WAS TOO WASTEFUL), THE MARBLE TOPPED TABLES, THE SMELL OF CAFÉ CRÈMES, THE SMELL OF EARLY MORNING SWEEPING OUT AND MOPPING AND LUCK WERE ALL YOU NEEDED. FOR LUCK YOU CARRIED A HORSE CHESTNUT AND A RABBIT’S FOOT IN YOUR RIGHT POCKET. THE FUR HAD BEEN WORN OFF THE RABBIT’S FOOT LONG AGO AND THE BONES AND THE SINEWS WERE POLISHED BY THE WEAR. THE CLAWS SCRATCHED THE LINING OF YOUR POCKET AND YOU KNEW THE LUCK WAS STILL THERE…A PENCIL-LEAD MIGHT BREAK OFF IN THE CONICAL NOSE OF THE PENCIL SHARPENER AND YOU WOULD USE THE SMALL BLADE OF THE PEN KNIFE TO CLEAR IT OR ELSE SHARPEN THE PENCIL CAREFULLY WITH THE SHARP BLADE…

Now we know. Earnest Hemingway, big game hunter Hemingway, literary giant Hemingway, war correspondent Hemingway, super he-man Hemingway, carried a pen knife.

Papa didn’t specify a peanut, but you never know.
 
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