I was just reading sum of these great stories that jackknife has posted. In all these stories he kept comin back to one subject that kinda hit home for me. Now friends I ain't no accomplished story teller; I'm a young stud like jackknife was talkin bout, but I don't carry a large tatical but at one point I was a lage slip joint fanatic. Now growin up on a farm one essential every farm boy needs is a knife. Now at this time my dad, grandpa, and I all carried case trappers. Big knives for a big days work was our motto. We looked down on those small knives that the gentleman type carried. Well one day we was building sum new line fence between one of our neighbors. Now our neighbor had farmed all his life and he was about 60 then. That day on the fence line a summer shower had postponed our work and took shelter in a near by barn. We talked bout various things and I took out my trapper and started whittling on an old tobacco stick. Then my neighbor said why to u carry such big knives? I explained how big knives was quite handy on the farm. He pulled a small canoe lookin knife and said " I've never carried anything that big, I had no use for it". The rain sit in for tha day and we went home. That night thinkn what he said I slipped a case medium stockman in my pocket. The next day on that fence line I couldn't even tell I had a knife. That medium stockman preformed all the duties is was asked to. I've never carried a trapper since. As for my dad and grandpa, they to carry smaller knives and retired their trappers. So like jackknife was saying; one must get wiser with age.