Walking through the local flea market and there were a couple of old men with several cases full of Frost/United/No Name folders and a grinding wheel. Apparently, one of them saw the clip sticking out of my pocket and asked "Hey son, you want to get your knife sharpened? Only $10!" I politely declined and started to walk past the booth. "C'mon there, son. I'll get that knife SHARP for you." I have three on me today. My Vic Camper, an Endura (which he saw), and an Izula II on my belt. I worked all three this morning on my Sharpmaker and gave each a quick strop. I told the guy that I'd sharpened them this morning and again, said no thanks. "Son, let me show you how sharp a PRO can get your knife!" I walked back to the booth, pulled out my Endura, and with one swipe shaved a large ball of hair off my arm. "Thanks sir, but I think I have them sharp enough...."
Sharpmaker FTW!!!!
Sharpmaker FTW!!!!