In the book, One Man's Wilderness, by Richard Proenneke, Mr. Proenneke makes several references to his 'old timer'
"I looked and looked for sign of the cripple but couldn't come up with any evidence. Where would it go—it was
climbing towards me......Again I hit a trail lower down and headed up country through the jungle. Through it and into a
little opening and there layed the caribou against the brush along the side I had entered. I was no more than twenty
feet away when I saw it. It was breathing fast and heavy its head laying on the ground. I would kill it and stop the
suffering. All I had was my Old Timer. I figured it would be a big struggle if I grabbed its antlers. It was a two-year old
bull. If I had a big club I would strike it a heavy blow on the neck and maybe stun it enough to get its throat
cut—so—I cut a heavy willow club about six feet long. When I came in view it raised its head as if to get
up but how could it possibly get up with a hind leg broken and on the opposite side a front leg also broken. How it
traveled so far, a half mile at least, I shall never know.....It laid its head back down and I moved within reach and
dealt the mighty blow. It flopped over and I grabbed the antlers and pinned its head to the ground. My Old Timer was
open and in my hip pocket. I cut its throat and held it until it was completely helpless. I field dressed it and dragged it
in the deep cool shade of the willows. September 1, 1978, p 312."
I, myself, am completely stumped. as to the model of his knife.
"I looked and looked for sign of the cripple but couldn't come up with any evidence. Where would it go—it was
climbing towards me......Again I hit a trail lower down and headed up country through the jungle. Through it and into a
little opening and there layed the caribou against the brush along the side I had entered. I was no more than twenty
feet away when I saw it. It was breathing fast and heavy its head laying on the ground. I would kill it and stop the
suffering. All I had was my Old Timer. I figured it would be a big struggle if I grabbed its antlers. It was a two-year old
bull. If I had a big club I would strike it a heavy blow on the neck and maybe stun it enough to get its throat
cut—so—I cut a heavy willow club about six feet long. When I came in view it raised its head as if to get
up but how could it possibly get up with a hind leg broken and on the opposite side a front leg also broken. How it
traveled so far, a half mile at least, I shall never know.....It laid its head back down and I moved within reach and
dealt the mighty blow. It flopped over and I grabbed the antlers and pinned its head to the ground. My Old Timer was
open and in my hip pocket. I cut its throat and held it until it was completely helpless. I field dressed it and dragged it
in the deep cool shade of the willows. September 1, 1978, p 312."
I, myself, am completely stumped. as to the model of his knife.
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