My favorite uncle whom I take after was a bit of a rogue adventurer, a Texas historian, writer and as some described him a Texas Hemingway. He was known and admired by wealthy politicians and honest working men alike and would share a drink with anyone who had class.
When he died fighting cancer he had only his guns, books and his collection of knives including Randalls including a beautiful 12-9 staghorn Bowie as well as other large knives. Those were the most important things he hadn't parted with or handed to friends, relatives.
I think this might be a genetic thing.
Sounds like a heck of a guy. You could learn a lesson from him!
