Dang it! Old timer here.

Dear SHAVRU,
It's kind of funny what you said.

As the weight of years have begin to press down, the right to philosophize must be accepted, as a responsibility to pass on what has been taught.

A person is born into this world with what they need. And they leave with exactly the same poverty.

Along the way, there are tools one must have to carve away each step towards infinity.

Where is "MY" Cherokee Rose? Has the seed been sown? Is it somewhere deep in the Himalayan snowcap? Is it waiting for the warmth of the Springtime sun to nurture it and give it life?

Maybe it rests in the corner of the BirGorkha shop waiting for the mysterious, "RED EARTH" to caress away the burnt crust of the forge? Or maybe it is still just a tired truck spring waiting for the reincarnation of a new life that only the Kami can provide?

It is no simple thing to wonder. It is no simple thing to wait for it to appear, and announce itself.

Where ever it is, or will be, it will find its way home.

Shane
 
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Dang Mr. Shane I'm not a crying man but I kind of teared up reading that. All true, every word.

I shall hold court with "my" Cherokee Rose this evening and see if it desires to continue living with me or thee.

I'm not ashamed to admit that I talk to my knives and they talk to me, I also talk to my guns and they talk to me too.
I talk to my wife but she hasn't talked to me since Thanksgiving. No clue why, she clams up when she's got the chaffed backside, but she's showing signs of coming out of it which is kind of nice.
Man can only stand so much quality quiet time ya know?
 
Hey Shane, good to see you posting. Hope you snag the Khukri that you want soon. :)
 
I think most of the sharks here are "prowlers". I know I don't use any alerts, I think its fun to be surprised at the amazing deals when you log on rather than alerting yourself to every post. I have gotten a lot of cool deals by fate and fate alone I believe. The blades do find their proper homes and trying to fight it with alerts is just a waste of time and energy...

All energy flows according to the whims of the great magnet. What fools we are to defy it.
 
Bawanna said:
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I shall hold court with "my" Cherokee Rose this evening and see if it desires to continue living with me or thee...
Click to expand...
(in a sweet wispery voice)..."Now listen carefully Bawanna im only going to say this once. I want to go to Texas dear lord where tongues dont stick to my ricasso. I want to bust pecans and visit the Alamo..."
sincerely
C. Rose
 
Dear Bawanna,

Your words are very kind.

All of us have objects that we acquire which are simply empty, hollow possessions. Then there is a moment when we discover not all things are as such. But rather without explanation, we become aware that some things are instilled with a sense of themselves and the world. And that upon our contact with them, we also become aware that there is some "other" thing we have not yet known. It is not odd that a man speak aloud, or even in the quiet of his heart to those objects which he holds that special bond. Nor is it odd that they should be as they are. As HE said, "I AM". So to...HIS WORLD simply "IS".

Your mention of your lay reminded me of something I have heard many times...

When I was a boy, I wanted only to do to things with my life. 1st) My entire existence was engaged in learning how to be a knife maker and a smith.

2nd) I wanted to be a mountain man. Back in the day when all we had was 3 TV stations, and VHS had only just been invented, the three movies which I watched as often as we could rent were Jeremiah Johnson, The Mountain Man and A Man called HORSE.

Little did I know that the first advice regarding the opposing gender would appear. And here it is..."...a woman’s breast is the hardest rock the Almighty ever made on this earth and I can find no sign on it.”

Having said that, all I know about the female race is to use your Hunter's Mind...use all the sense you have to cipher what she may need, or have a surplus of...and in the end just love them as hard as you can.

Good night all.

Shane
 
The only objection I have to being a mountain man is that there's too much socialization. Same reason I don't want to be a lighthouse keeper - up here they work in pairs, and only in 28 day shifts. How are you supposed to get any peace and quiet under those conditions?
 
Ha! Now we got 900 TV stations and maybe three worth watching...if that. I remember one called "Grizzly Adams". Always wanted to go live with a bear. When I grow up I want to be a pile of scat! Oh well... Knife maker would be a good compromise i guess:D
 
You guys are funny!

My wife would agree with this...

A perfect job for me would be in Antarctica...watching the thermometer...measuring the snow depth...chasing penguins. Basically a HERMIT type situation. Except I couldn't wouldn't drag my kids off with me...they deserve to have the PEOPLE world around them.

Here is piece of history I did not know....in remembrance of our old friend...

The Legend of the Cherokee Rose

Retold by Barbara Shining Woman Warren

In the latter half of 1838, Cherokee People who had not voluntarily moved west earlier were forced to leave their homes in the East.

The trail to the West was long and treacherous and many were dying along the way. The People's hearts were heavy with sadness and their tears mingled with the dust of the trail.

The Elders knew that the survival of the children depended upon the strength of the women. One evening around the campfire, the Elders called upon Heaven Dweller, ga lv la di e hi. They told Him of the People's suffering and tears. They were afraid the children would not survive to rebuild the Cherokee Nation.

Gal v la di e hi spoke to them, "To let you know how much I care, I will give you a sign. In the morning, tell the women to look back along the trail. Where their tears have fallen, I will cause to grow a plant that will have seven leaves for the seven clans of the Cherokee. Amidst the plant will be a delicate white rose with five petals. In the center of the blossom will be a pile of gold to remind the Cherokee of the white man's greed for the gold found on the Cherokee homeland. This plant will be sturdy and strong with stickers on all the stems. It will defy anything which tries to destroy it."

The next morning the Elders told the women to look back down the trail. A plant was growing fast and covering the trail where they had walked. As the women watched, blossoms formed and slowly opened. They forgot their sadness. Like the plant the women began to feel strong and beautiful. As the plant protected its blossoms, they knew they would have the courage and determination to protect their children who would begin a new Nation in the West.

AMEN

Shane
 
Welcome back!
I will ship the Cherokee Rose today
 
And now we do the DANCE OF JOY!

It has been a lot o years since the fabled triangle box has crossed our threshold!

WOOHOOO!

Can I get a WITNESS!

Cherokee Rose Coming home!

Merry Christmas to me!

Shane
 
I'm officially declaring this a happy ending. Now do we need to track down a piece of antler?

I seem to recall a desire for antler. Kind of got my wheels turning on weather to build up the courage to stag mine or just roll over and send it to kamidog?
 
Hey DAN!

You flatter me! The only book I could possibly write would be for itty-bitty kids. Ones about counting yer toes and coming up with the wrong number...stuff like that.

But it is nice what you said. But you know...it might be the perfect "LITMUS test". If it hits the Best Seller list it would prove this world is off it's NUT! (Most of us 12 toed idiots KNOW it has all gone SOUTH...or WEST depending on which side of the planet you woke up on.

If the story about the CHEROKEE ROSE was not appropriate to some I will beg for indulgence. It seemed like the old man was still teaching us...so I could not help but share.

Since I got the e-mail that said my CS is on it's way home after so long of a journey...my old knife maker's mind started thinking. I liken my brain to my old pedal powered grindstone. Jut because you are going fast does not mean you are going GOOD! LOL.
(Made myself laugh. That was a pretty good bit there..)

When I am looking for really nice natural material I go to (can I mention names without actually needing an advertising disclaimer?) well I go to this web site and they have a bunch of good stuff.

I have looked at a lot of STAG. The thing is...since I am a southpaw...I have to be careful selecting anything with curves or turns. I am also looking t my ALL-TIME favorite handle material...MUSK OX...and even some HIMALAYAN RAM'S Horn...which I may use as spacer depending on how SCHMANCY I go.

Truly I am considering a new guard...in forged copper or bronze. A lot of folks DO NOT like working with copper. For me it has an appeal. However, I may go with the old ship's chain that is out there...really old wrought iron etches more bootyful than any man's work.

As for the rest of it...I shall spill bits and pieces...as long as anybody wants to know abut it.

Thank you all for being so kind to an old nobody of the KNIFE WORLD.

Shane
 
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