fewpop
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Just a footnote to my recent post if you folksy folk don't mind:
Despite the fact that I have spent my sons' inheritance on custom folders and fixed blades, (thanks to my BFC membership), I have long since decided that the venerable Buck 110 will forever occupy a special piece of real estate in my heart.
This is due in most part to the simple fact that I carried one religiously on my belt, or in my leather carpenter's apron, for about 20 years between the late 60's and late 80's. I've used it to skin hogs, deer, squirrels, rabbits and clean fish, doves, quail, and cut bait on offshore fishing trips. I've trimmed rafters, crown molding, fingernails, and campwood with it, and on occasion performed episiotomys and post-partum suturing, and birthing facilitation with jersey cows and beef cows and nubian milk goats. I remember at least once cutting a radiator hose on my 8N tractor with it and then smashing the butt of the knife into the hood of the tractor when the hose steam burned my hand (my bad). I've even shucked oysters with it and separated crabs from their claws when such was needed.
That old 440C buck with wood and brass framery never let me down. If, by chance, I should show up in tact in heaven, I only hope my old Buck 110 will be on my belt.
Despite the fact that it may make your trousers fall, I have to testify that some of my best memories have begun under just such circumstances.
Brett, pardon my rant on your thread, but I figured you could dig it.
Despite the fact that I have spent my sons' inheritance on custom folders and fixed blades, (thanks to my BFC membership), I have long since decided that the venerable Buck 110 will forever occupy a special piece of real estate in my heart.
This is due in most part to the simple fact that I carried one religiously on my belt, or in my leather carpenter's apron, for about 20 years between the late 60's and late 80's. I've used it to skin hogs, deer, squirrels, rabbits and clean fish, doves, quail, and cut bait on offshore fishing trips. I've trimmed rafters, crown molding, fingernails, and campwood with it, and on occasion performed episiotomys and post-partum suturing, and birthing facilitation with jersey cows and beef cows and nubian milk goats. I remember at least once cutting a radiator hose on my 8N tractor with it and then smashing the butt of the knife into the hood of the tractor when the hose steam burned my hand (my bad). I've even shucked oysters with it and separated crabs from their claws when such was needed.
That old 440C buck with wood and brass framery never let me down. If, by chance, I should show up in tact in heaven, I only hope my old Buck 110 will be on my belt.
Despite the fact that it may make your trousers fall, I have to testify that some of my best memories have begun under just such circumstances.
Brett, pardon my rant on your thread, but I figured you could dig it.
