Embarassing confession .... and a stockman question

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mnblade said:
I'd even jump at the chance to buy a two-blade "stockman" that only had a clip and a sheepsfoot blade.
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Good topic....

Anyone that knows me here knows that I am a staunch supporter of the traditional slipjoint.

I love the stockman pattern. Maybe because one of the earliest pocketknives I recieved was a stockman, similar to this one...

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The knife had belonged to my grandfather. A Schrade Walden 3-blade medium stockman with jigged delrin handles. I never knew my grandfather very well, only visited him once. Maybe that's what makes this knife so special. A connection to the past. I still own it to this day. It is more valuable than the Alamo bowie to me.

I hope they never change the patterns. Once you do that, you are erasing a bit of the past.

Glenn
 
As always Glenn, those are both nice.

The secondary blade on most all "Office" knives was like a miniture spey blade...and was used as an ink eraser/scraper. So that does seem like another good use for the spey blade if you're not using it "For Flesh Only."

Bill
 
I carry a Schrade 858 or a Case 6.5375 every day. Carbon, both of them. Large knives, both of them- the 858's 4 5/8", while the 75 is a "little" 4 1/4".

My clips get razor edged, nice and thin. Sheeps go about as thin, but coarse. Speys are a good bit thicker, and coarser. Precision cutter, to worker, to breaker.
 
Well said, Jacknife! I wish I still had the few Gene Hill books I did have. He really captured what it was all about. No mega sponsored Buck/Bassmasters guy there. Maybe I'll start haunting used book stores and try to get the whole set. I did manage to pick up Burton Spillers's "Grouse Feathers," and have a second edition copy of Elmer Keith's "Sixguns." Just wish I could be reading them in a cabin, with the woodstove beaming and a little snow swirling outside.

And just for the record, I have experienced heating with wood and coal only, had to carry water, and am familiar with the functioning of that old icon, the outhouse, in summer and in snow. So it isn't all just wistful fantasy. LOL, my dad once made a comment when I lived one place that he bet I didn't spend long periods in the bathroom reading then. I said, "You ain't seen nothing till you've seen me, kerosene lamp and Gurney seed catalog in hand wading through the snow that direction." I did however insist on store bought TP and passed on the corn cobs. ;)

I remember and cherish well roaming the woods as a kid, and as a teenager with gun in hand. Being raised in southern Ohio before moving to Texas when I turned 16, I still can feel and smell the hardwoods on a crisp autumn day. I even ran a three trap trapline until something took off with one trap that I never found. LOL, I was young, stupid, and had no guidance. I never dyed the traps or anything. I just set them out and I thought staked em down good. I think my total take was one rabbit and a 'posum.

Old shotguns and rifles with scratched stocks and greyed metal are things I remember. The Savage 24, .22 over .410 that sat behind the kitchen door and made many trips with me to the woods. So between that experience and having mountain men, indians, and cowboys as my idea of what a man should be, it only stands to reason that having a handgun on the hip or a long gun in hand feels natural. It's my heritage as a kid, and as an American.

After my S1 officer left that slot and took over a company command in our battalion in Alaska he and I were then able to go hunting since he was no longer in my chain of command. So we beat feet for Chena Lakes area and went grouse hunting. As we were walking along he made the statement, "Any day I can take a walk with a loaded gun is a good day!" I think he summed it up well. Guns and knives have been the tools of free Americans since the country was formed. It is a heritage of walking independant upon the land. It is a heritage that declared each person responsible for themselves and their actions. When America was mostly rural and even many of the city folk went to the woods, lakes and meadows for recreation, there was familiarity and connection with these tools. I think it is these things we try to hang on to. These principles are natural to us, but not to modern people. These ideals are what we see being lost.

Going to antique stores and shows (I do now and then, I keep thinking I'll see myself there on a table.) it always leaves me amused and sad. I look at things that were used on a regular basis around our house and our neighbors homes. We were sometimes looked down on for being poor country and using such things. Now people pay absurd prices for the very same things that they will use as decoration and that they looked down on us for using. I don't know if I should laugh or cry. There was a saying back in the 80s and 90s that cocaine was God's way of telling you you are making too much money. I think nowadays the same could be said for antiqueing.

When my first wife and I split up my 13 yr old son decided he wanted to stay with me. His mom took the iced tea maker along with her. (whatta trade! Kidding) One day I'm boiling some water in a pan and as I'm tossing in some tea bags my son says, "Dad, what are you doing?" I replied, "Uh, I'm making tea." Astounded he goes, "You can do that?!" Once again, I couldn't decide if I should laugh, cry, or wonder where I had erred in his education.

For the second day in a row I actually used my sodbuster to trim a plant. Nothing big, just a cut or two. I can't say how good it felt after so long to use a blade for such a simple, green purpose. I guess I best get moving and get some sort of a small garden going.

So Jacknife, a big I hear ya back!

Marlin39D, my hat's off too ya as a cattelman. Based on your handle you must also have impecable tastes in firearms. My old Marlin 39 is one rifle I dearly miss. Accurate to the extreme, quiet, and well made. Like Jacknife, I used to shoot a Marlin in .44 too. And a Model 29-2 with the 6 1/2 inch, pinned barrel, counter bored cylinder, and beautiful blueing to go along with it.

Glen, beautiful old blades. Thank you for sharing them. Schrade Walden, yeeahhh.

Well, since this is my night time until I weasle my way onto days, I'll go lift a shot of Kentucky Bourbon in honor of all you old thinking (regardless of age) dinasours. May we stay, as Bill Jordon put it, "Unrepentant Sinners," in a world full of sheeple.

You know if we put those spey blades to their intended purpose on the sheeples they couldn't breed and eventually the flocks would thin and die out. <wolfish grin>

Sorry, this seems to have become a commentary on my part. If I weren't so lazy I'd go write all this stuff down somewhere else.

Best to each of ya.
Amos
 
Wow , what a thread ! I read the first post before anyone responded to it and tho I didn't have anything to say 'or type' then I knew that this was going to be a good one .
I grew up in the Ozark mountains in south west Missouri and have always loved the outdoors . Hunting , fishing , woods walking , just so long as it gets me outdoors .
As a boy I spent alot of time listening to the 'old timers' talk about big bucks , wise old toms , giant catfish ect. and being the gulliable fellow that I am I believed it all .
I guess that I associate pocket knives with all those old time things that I grew up around . All of those great old timers carried pocket knives and I wanted to be like them . I never wanted to be a cowboy but I have always wanted to be a woodsman , and I am still trying to be.
Toworrow morning I will take my old 870 , a box call , and a carbon steel pocket knife yet to be selected and try to out smart a tom turkey that I have been watching since the end of last season .
The turkey will probley win but that doesn't really matter . I will enjoy doing it .
 
2 points
1. if you change the blade configuration of a stockman it is no longer a stockman.
2. I've carried a stockman and consider it an outstanding pattern that being said I rarely use my spey blade. I do keep it razor sharp for the occasion when you need it for something.
i've talked to geezers over the years and have been told that back in the day of twist chewing tobacco the spey blade was often used to cut off a chew.
Grateful, good luck on your hunt, I went on Monday and got cut off by either real hens or another hunter. still a beautiful day and I had a trusty,carbon steel, sharpfinger in my overall pocket. later, ahgar
 
Amos Iron Wolf and Jacknife, you got it right. I may use a computer, cell phone, dvd player, etc. but still love slip joint knives, prefer to use a cast iron skillet, an Old Hickory Knife, a lever action rifle with open sights. They, among many other things, have stood the test of time. I know all of these things have been improved on (or so they tell me) but I really don't care.

I think too many people in this country have lost a link with the past. And if all you have is the present, you will develop a culture that is pretty foolish. Take a look at the current crop of tv shows, music, and movies to see what I mean.

So make my knife a stockman or a trapper. But with any slipjoint, especially one made with cv or 1095 steel, you are holding in your hand a piece of history--even if it was made 2 weeks ago. It really isn't much different than one made 100 years ago. And I like that. And if it brings back memories of a happier time in your life, so much the better.

But stock up now, on your cast iron cookware, lever actions, Old Hickory knives, and slip joints before they decide that there just isn't enough of a market for that stuff any more and quit making it.
 
pickupman said:
I think too many people in this country have lost a link with the past. And if all you have is the present, you will develop a culture that is pretty foolish. Take a look at the current crop of tv shows, music, and movies to see what I mean.


But stock up now, on your cast iron cookware, lever actions, Old Hickory knives, and slip joints before they decide that there just isn't enough of a market for that stuff any more and quit making it.
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Thats the sad part most of all. The erosion of our culture and values. You're right on the money pickupman- if we are judged by our pop culture maybe the islamic assh---s are right, we are a decadant society with no moral values. Maybe sometimes I think I've lived too long because I wish I'd never seen what we are turning into. A plastic, tinsel coated, greedy, superficial bunch.

Maybe thats why I still cook on cast iron ( don't worry pickupman, I have a nice selection of iron pans) carry slip joints, and shoot old S&W revolvers with pinned barrels. The other memories of my childhood trips with my granddad was staying over the night before and waking up to the smell of coffee in his old perculator pot, and bacon frying in a cast iron skillit. To this day I have an old beat up perculator pot for my cup of joe. I have refused to buy the modern coffee maker. And don't EVEN talk to me about spoilling a good cup of coffee with something called a latte, or a mocha. If ya want a hot chocolate or a warm cup of milk go get one. Just leave the coffee out of it. Some things should be sacred!

This thread has made me reflect on alot of things. Last night I dug around in my chest of drawers and found my grandads old stag handle stockman. The main clip blade is worn down to a pointy tooth pick, and the spey and sheeps foot is about half gone. That knife was in his pocket for the best part of fourty years, but he never felt the need to replace it. As long as it was still usable, he carried it. Not like today where the young folks buy a new one every 2 years whether they need it or not. In the old days a person bought a good quality item, then used that item for the rest of their life.

Maybe thats why the slippy is making a comeback with names like Moore Maker, Queen, Schatt and Morgan. Maybe some folks are getting tired of black plastic and no soul. Its nice to watch metal grey over the years, and see the stag go from that strark white to a mellow yellow, then a rich gold. Its nice to have something age along with us.

Maybe theres hope for us.
 
This morning I fired up some home made goetta my dad made and a few eggs in a cast iron skillet that had been my mother-in-laws for many years. We got it when they moved to an assisted living apartment in San Antonio. One month later to the day they moved back to their old house in the little town where my father-in-law's people have been since they came over from Alsace in the mid-1800s. Oh, we let em have some of their stuff back, but the skillet stayed with us. I've already told my mother I have dibs on hers when it gets too heavy for her <g>. I think it's one of the same ones she used to tell me that no matter how big I got she would stand on a chair and smack me with it if I got to big for my britches. Must be the Kentucky hill folk in her. I'm thinking I need a griddle and a camp style dutch oven to do some yard cooking with.

I think today we aquire things to connect with the past as many have stated. Yet, unlike those before us we do accumulate things to the point we have "rotations," be it with pipes, knives, and or whatever. Where our fathers and grandfathers carried a single pocket knife till the blades were worn off from sharpening, we rotate. I'm just as guilty. I think, "Okay Amos, pick one an stick with it." Nope, sorry, depends on mood and whatever part of the past I'm trying to be in touch with.

Our lives are different now and only by surrounding ourselves with traditional blades and gear are we able to keep our histories wrapped around us, our safety blankets in a world that just doesn't seem to make sense to us anymore. Nothing wrong with that as long as we recognize it.

One of the many great things about a Winchester Model 12, besides the handfitting and fine workmanship, was that little ring inside by which you could tighten the headspacing up a notch when it finally needed it. But, there were a lot of notches there. This shotgun was built to last a lifetime and then some. It was built to be a shotgun you only had to buy once. As Jacknife pointed out, our economy today is one of material lust and disposability. The idea behind something like the old Model 12 would today be considered an attempt to destroy our economy.

Here in America we collect, everything. It seems like no matter what, someone collects it. If people would look a little deeper and be honest I think they would realize that our whole society feels adrift and in collecting seeks to find some anchor, some port that makes sense and gives us a sense of belonging and continuity.

Sure, some ideas and attitudes need to evolve. But not at the expense of an entire heritage.

I think here or in some thread I pointed out that when I was about to leave for the Army my Dad had given me a Kissing Crane Congress that he'd carried for years, complete with worn, but still sharp, servicable blades and warn bone scales. I'd been after him for about 5 or 6 years to "pass it down" to me. I'd been after him so long to get it I felt a little odd when he did. "What, you don't love me anymore?" I gave that one to my son when his son was born. Mine was in the Air Force at the time. My Dad, my Son, and I all have different ideas about many things. Some a little different, some a lot different. Yet there are similar things we share and passing along that knife provides some connection, a feeling of having come from somehwere and of going to somewhere.

I also had to realize that my experiences and the things that were formative to me were different from both my father and my son. My son learned to shoot early and has spent some time hunting, fishing and camping with me, but his life, what he wants it to be are still different, shaped by a different world than mine, or my father's. My son is more into swords (well, I like those too) and tactical, martial arts type blades, more so than I am. However, blades are something we can talk and both get excited about, even if our preferences are different. I can talk about knives and steel with my dad. The simple knife provides a thread that touches three generations.

We hold memories and experiences that can't really be replicated today. While the sky seems the same over us, camping, hunting, fishing, woodsrunning are still a somewhat different experience today. Unless you are very fortunate. We become storytellers, sources of historical reference, but just like those we wish we could go back and talk to about life in their day, we will fade and with us our accumulated experiences, not to be felt the same way by those after us. It is the march of life. Think of the frustrations and difficulty we have wading through today's world. Our children and their children will feel the same and long for a time they could relate too, and will wonder what the hell happened! Just like us.

Is there a point to all this rambling? Maybe. Perhaps as Jacknife, Pickupman, Lobo and others have expressed, enjoy the things now that make up who we are. So what if many of the things and thoughts we value will pass away. This in itself is tradition. Perhaps the best thing for us IS to gather up our cast iron cookware, our old pattern knives (and not be afraid to really appreciate some new, black blade if it really works well for us) and instead of trying to amass, just put together a basic, classic selection of firearms (if you are so inclined) that we relate to even if we spend most of our just handling them and wiping them down with memories and a cloth. Garden just a little, if only a plant or two, to remember what it was to feed yourself by your own hand. Live the memories a little each day and in so doing remember and touch who you are at your center, or even who you really wanted to be. We will live our lives as who we are until we are finished. Then it is up to the succeeding generations to come to grips and to peace with themselves.

And if the neighbor won't get that damn cat fixed. Stuff it headfirst into a boot and try that spey blade out for once! Just because ya got it. :D
 
Wow, what a great post everyone. I am still fairly young (31) but have an affinity for the older times and older knives also. I still like to camp and will fish and hunt some too if I need to or really want to. I do not like the current yuppie throw away greed culture either. I realize that I have to do what I need to do to make a living for myself and I do work with computers, but I don't really see how they make life so much better than before. I can definitely relate to the erosion of our traditional culture and the corresponding erosion of our view and appreciation of the land and outdoors. Even here, in this rural southern town, we have gotten a lot more outsiders, Yankees, yuppies, foreigners, etc. in the past 10 to 15 years. The houses are going up in places which were fields and woods before and I hate it. It makes me want to move out West or somewhere where there is still some space to get away.

My solution for myself is to do what I know is right and live my life as I know I should even if most people here now seem out of touch with reality and in a quest to get the next bigger house, the next better luxury car, or whatever. I do basically what I want within the basic limits that I feel that God sets forth for my life. Just because some say it is wrong or not PC does not mean I will absolutely refrain. One has to keep on living in a way one can understand even if life goes crazy or changes beyond recognition.

As far as knives go, I love the carbon steel stockman and other older patterns. To me, they are not just a connection to the old ways or a collector item but solid performers that outcut and have far better edge holding than most stainless steel knives. I do own stainless steel knives, mostly in more modern patterns, but mostly find myself carrying carbon steel knives due to their practicality. Also, it is funny how a stockman or another small to medium size traditional can be less intimidating to sheeple and thus more PC in the modern world (not a reason I carry but still interesting). I surely hope that traditional knives, and especially carbon steel ones, are always made, as they are a connection to the past and some of the best types of knives out there. I am making an effort to really only collect carbon steel and tool steel knives from here on out and to concentrate on antique or used ones. I am sure I will still buy the odd stainless folder now and then and my main exception (the SAK) is still a slipjoint so I can feel good about that.

Keep on collecting and live as you see fit as long as you don't have to hurt others. And live in harmony with the past and the earth. A person can not ask for much more than that.
 
The Drifter said:
As far as knives go, I love the carbon steel stockman and other older patterns. To me, they are not just a connection to the old ways or a collector item but solid performers that outcut and have far better edge holding than most stainless steel knives. I do own stainless steel knives, mostly in more modern patterns, but mostly find myself carrying carbon steel knives due to their practicality. Also, it is funny how a stockman or another small to medium size traditional can be less intimidating to sheeple and thus more PC in the modern world (not a reason I carry but still interesting). I surely hope that traditional knives, and especially carbon steel ones, are always made, as they are a connection to the past and some of the best types of knives out there.
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Drifter, you've hit on a couple of the key issues of why the slippy is still with us, and maybe even making a come back. For sheer practical cutting use how can you beat having two or even three blades on hand in one package? If you have to do a really down and dirty cutting job, you can use one of the "lesser" blades and save the main blade. Lets see that done with a single blade type of knife. And I do believe the carbon steel is better than the stainless. I spent almost thirty years as a machinist, and if the modern stainless is the best in edge holding why are bandsaw and table saw blades, end mills, lathe tools, and drill bits all carbon steel? I love my sak, but it does not hold an edge like my old Hen and Rooster, or my old carbon Boker barlow. But it is sheeple friendly, and I have used the tools to really fix things.

I understand why the slip joint is so sheeple friendly. Its a reminder. Everyone has something it reminds them of. Many times, because hardly anyone carries a knife anymore, I have lent assistance to someone who had to cut something. One one occasion the young cashier girl remarked that her granddad carried a knife like that. On another occasion an "older" lady about my age was trying to open a package outside a store. I slit open the blister package for her, and she remarked on my bone handle barlow that her late husband carried a knife like that. So maybe it is all about a link to some past, that varries with the person. I guess all sheeple had a grandfather.
 
Ok Amos Iron Wolf, Jackknife, and Drifter, how about if we pool our money and invent a time machine and go back to the day? I'm not that old really--pushing 60 --but I sure can remember a different time in this country. When, for example, every boy in school carried a jackknife in his pocket, played with the knife on the schoolgrounds, and the swat team wasn't called because of it. And I have loved slip joints ever since those days and have always carried one. Unfortunately, my grand parents were gone when I was young, and my Father never seemed to have much interest in knives, so I guess my interest in pocket knives stems from those days. It just never went away.

Things change, they always have, but it doesn't seem like the changes are for the good anymore. I try to keep the rose colored glasses in the drawer when I think about old times, but I have to say that in a lot of ways, they were better.

Or, is all of this just a normal part of aging? I remember when I was younger, the "old folks" telling me that the country had gone to hell, and things were better when they were younger. Now I find myself mouthing the same message.

Amos Iron Wolf, have you ever thought about writing? I wish I could express myself as you do. I can't, but sure can relate to what you and others write.

Are you out around Castroville and Hondo? I have relatives in San Antonio, have been there many times and went out west on Hwy. 90 years ago to go to Big Bend. I love San Antonio, but here again, the changes in that city have not always been for the best--just too much traffic today to suit me.

And jackknife, I can guarantee you when I get up tomorrow morning, it will be coffee I drink-- coffee brewed in a blue and white granitewear pot. Alas, made in China like too much today. But it will be coffee. I have yet to sample the latte, mocha, espresso, cappuccino stuff. And it is way too overpriced to sample, anyway.
 
I'll go with ya. Just make sure it gets us back to 1950 or so. My memories of the 50's seem to be the richest and most treasured. I can recall Sunday mornings sitting with dad as he used lemon oil on the wood trim inside his Hudson Hornet. He loved that car, and grieved when they went under.

Things seemed to have a real feel then, like material in seat covers, furnature, clothing. It was more substancial feeling. Guns came with handrubbed walnut stocks, and blueing had a depth of sheen to it.

Food was better. There was no fast food joints yet. If you needed to eat quick there were little diner joints where the guy behind the counter patted out a burger and tossed it on the grill, and then right to your plate. And it was a REAL burger, not some soggy paper wrapped nickle thin thing. And Coke came in those little bottles and they did'nt use corn syrup then. It still tasted like real Coke!

Most of all, a working class guy did not have to have his wife work and could still buy a house if he was carefull. Plus he had two cars in the driveway. The dollar was still a dollar then.

And pocket knives came with REAL stag, not the fake plastic stuff.

Most of all- The family still went to church on Sunday morning TOGETHER!
 
I'm agree with what you said Jackknife, not the way you say it though

jackknife said:
Thats the sad part most of all. The erosion of our culture and values. You're right on the money pickupman- if we are judged by our pop culture maybe the islamic assh---s are right.
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jackknife said:
*snip*This thread has made me reflect on alot of things. Last night I dug around in my chest of drawers and found my grandads old stag handle stockman. The main clip blade is worn down to a pointy tooth pick, and the spey and sheeps foot is about half gone. That knife was in his pocket for the best part of fourty years, but he never felt the need to replace it. As long as it was still usable, he carried it. Not like today where the young folks buy a new one every 2 years whether they need it or not. In the old days a person bought a good quality item, then used that item for the rest of their life.

Maybe thats why the slippy is making a comeback with names like Moore Maker, Queen, Schatt and Morgan. Maybe some folks are getting tired of black plastic and no soul. Its nice to watch metal grey over the years, and see the stag go from that strark white to a mellow yellow, then a rich gold. Its nice to have something age along with us.

Maybe theres hope for us.
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All right... my first question would normally be to ask if you were me, but since you're older, am I you? :)

I've cooked on cast as long as I've been cooking, and my favorite skillet's near 90 years old. Still black as a moonless midnight, still cooks like a dream. I love carbon and hate stainless, and go for natural materials as much as I can. Guns? Remington 12-gauge and Savage .22LR of my grandfather's. Family heirloom knife? My great-great-grandfather's stockman. :)
 
I wonder if many people are looking for a link to the past, or are getting tired of the cookie cutter plastic world we live in?

What makes me think this is not just us knife people who like the old slip joints, but the increase of the "retro" stuff. It's become very popular in the market place to have something retro styled. Look at the cars. Chryslers PT Cruiser sells like hot cakes and has the front end lifted right of the '37 Ford. GM brought out a remake of the old style panel wagon and retro style pickup. VW brought back an updated bug with modern looks reminisent of the old bug. BMW brought back the MINI.

Look at the popularity of Harley-Davidson. They sell motorcycles that look just like the motorcycles the cops rode when I was a kid, about a hundred years ago.

Look at the popularity of cowboy action shooting. It has brought people into the shooting sports that have not been interested before. No black plastic pistols or AR type rifles there! And they love to dress up in the old style clothing and take up thier "names".

I notice on the archary range there is more interest in the old stick bows and recurves used in instictive shooting. I get more questions these days on my recurves, and I am seeing more of them out there in the hands of other archers.

And our beloved slippys. Most of the companies with the exeption of Case are fairly new companies. Shatt and Morgan, Queen, Moore Maker. At least they wer'nt around when I was young. But then I have to admit alot of stuff was'nt. But the fact is that slip joint pocket knives are a growing segment of the knife industry. So we are not the only ones to relize it's nice to have a knife in your pocket with a couple different blades to choose from. And more knife companies are starting to make plain carbon steel, like 1095, available.

I think its part of the human condition to look back and cherish childhood memories. Like Amos pointed out, those memories will be different for different generations. But we seem to look back never the less to a simpler time. It may be the guy buying the PT cruiser because he just does'nt want another jelly bean car, or the guy who works in an office or high tech job, but on weekends dresses up in old west duds and calls himself Dusty Dan and shoots single action revolvers, lever action rifles, and double shotguns. It seems like we all have fantacies of a simpler time with clear cut issues of right and wrong, not to mention a slower pace of life.

Maybe deep down thats the allure of a knife like the stockman or barlow when you hold it in your hand. You think about the coffee out of the dented old pot, gathering up your cane fishing pole, driving out to the river in your '40 Ford with the flat head engine, and while you're fishing you have a sandwich wrapped in real wax paper. You wash it down with the 6oz bottle of real Coke you got out of the machine down the road at the gas station for a nickle. The same gas station you filled up the old Ford for 18 cents a gallon.

Now I gas up my Tacoma, buy a sandwich and a Coke, and I've killed the best part of 50 bucks!
 
You might not have seen many Schatt & Morgan or Queen knives about when you were younger, but they were somewhere, because S&M was started before 1900 and Queen was formed by former S&M workers in 1918, who later bought S&M's bankrupt knife factory early in the 1930's. Mooremaker is a Texas ranching products specialty firm who has their knives built under contract by Queen and Camillus.

I live in mid to north Alabama, and around these parts virtually everyone carries a slipjoint of some sort, mostly stockman style knives. Lots of Buck 110's and Case trappers also. Mostly younger folks who carry Kershaws, Spydercos and Benchmades "tactical" looking stuff.

I like and use the "old" school slipjoints exclusively. Mostly folding hunters, copperheads, and knives built like the old 1303 Remington Bullet knife pattern. Haven't been able to force myself into purchasing an aluminum and plastic wonder knife yet.
 
I must say, I really enjoyed reading all these post.I`ll be 55 next Sunday and it brings back memories of the past.My only worries are my children and grand -children. Thanks for the memory. Robert
 
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