I was in the Adirondacks in Central NY this past weekend, and whenever I am there I like to visit this hardware store that has a good selection of Case knives. I guess I'd consider myself a "Case man" though I am by no means a one brand man. I own two GECs and find them excellent knives but my preference remains for Case. It's a combination of my grandfather carrying one as well as the grinds and ease of sharpening.
Anyway, I'm in the hardware store, staring through the glass and eyeballing this beautiful orange bone peanut. Pocket worn, from the look of it. I reached into my pocket and felt my Chestnut Peanut to ward off unnecessary purchases. Strictly looking, I said to myself.
It was then that I noticed the old man.
Now I know old is a relative term, but this man looked mid to late 70's. A U.S. Navy baseball cap on top of his gray head. Full gray beard. He reminded me very much of a man frozen in time. Like he'd been there when the store was built and he'd be there long after I myself was nothing but dust.
He was standing next to me, looking at all the case knives, and then he turned his head, caught my eye with his, and said, almost conspiratorially, "Do you want a knife that will last you a lifetime?"
"Sure," I said, curious as to what he was about to say.
"Get a Buck." And he reached into his pocket and pulled out this beautiful 303 Cadet. Now beautiful and Buck are not two words I normally connect, but this was an old beauty with a long pull and two backsprings. "I've carried this one for over forty years now," he said as he handed it to me for examination. The plastic scales were nicely worn with time. The steel bolsters polished with years of use. All three blades still with plenty of life left in them.
I hated giving it back to him.
Thinking he might be a knife nut like me, I turned my head and pointed to the peanut I was pondering as I reached into my own pocket to show him mine.
He was gone.
I do not believe in ghosts and am not claiming that the hardware store is haunted, but the whole incident was surreal. I walked around the store for twenty minutes looking for that old man. I met up with my wife and asked if she had seen him.
No luck.
But now? I really want a Buck 303.
Thanks for reading...
Andrew
Anyway, I'm in the hardware store, staring through the glass and eyeballing this beautiful orange bone peanut. Pocket worn, from the look of it. I reached into my pocket and felt my Chestnut Peanut to ward off unnecessary purchases. Strictly looking, I said to myself.
It was then that I noticed the old man.
Now I know old is a relative term, but this man looked mid to late 70's. A U.S. Navy baseball cap on top of his gray head. Full gray beard. He reminded me very much of a man frozen in time. Like he'd been there when the store was built and he'd be there long after I myself was nothing but dust.
He was standing next to me, looking at all the case knives, and then he turned his head, caught my eye with his, and said, almost conspiratorially, "Do you want a knife that will last you a lifetime?"
"Sure," I said, curious as to what he was about to say.
"Get a Buck." And he reached into his pocket and pulled out this beautiful 303 Cadet. Now beautiful and Buck are not two words I normally connect, but this was an old beauty with a long pull and two backsprings. "I've carried this one for over forty years now," he said as he handed it to me for examination. The plastic scales were nicely worn with time. The steel bolsters polished with years of use. All three blades still with plenty of life left in them.
I hated giving it back to him.
Thinking he might be a knife nut like me, I turned my head and pointed to the peanut I was pondering as I reached into my own pocket to show him mine.
He was gone.
I do not believe in ghosts and am not claiming that the hardware store is haunted, but the whole incident was surreal. I walked around the store for twenty minutes looking for that old man. I met up with my wife and asked if she had seen him.
No luck.
But now? I really want a Buck 303.
Thanks for reading...
Andrew