Thanks for the opportunity.
Permit me to relate a story . . .
A few years ago, I hadn't even heard of the Peanut. Heck, I'd practically forgotten what slipjoint knives were all about. I was enamored of "modern" gadgetry and kewl featurez, dood. Unbecoming for a man of my age, but still . . .
I was introduced to the Peanut pattern through the stories of a man we will call "Steve." I'm proud to call him my friend. He's a guy who, without regard for his own welfare will wade in to help someone else who's in trouble, or who needs specific training, or his particular talents in achieving safety in particular contexts. He shares what he has, as well as what he knows, and places honor and friends above comfort and security. He is younger than I am, but has traveled a lot more road. I look up to him as a model of what I could be, if I ever learned humility.
After some looking and a lot of reading those tales of "Suthern practical" knife applications, I finally got one of my own. (No, it's not a yeller CV, but I will eventually get one of those, too.)
It's
part of my EDC load-out. It's been my constant companion on and off for more than a year. It now has its own permanent pocket, regardless of whatever else I happen to be carrying.
My life has been enriched by the simple experience of returning to slipjoints and the discovery of the Peanut.
Steve, on the other hand, has had an astonishing run of bad luck.
There were tornadoes and storms, his truck and most of his possessions were a complete loss, and he wound up on the road for a while, essentially without a home of his own, but never really homeless.
He has regained his balance and is back on his feet, has a decent place, steady work, and is gradually getting back into his groove.
This last Christmas, I sent him a surprise gift of a Case Barehead Slimline Trapper, yeller & CV.
It was only after this that I learned he had lost his peanut in the calamities down South. Well, damn. Just ain't right.
So . . .
In the event I should find a yeller & CV Peanut in my hands, especially one given as an act of random generosity, that's where it would go.
The man brought me back to slipjoints and classics.
I figure it's the least I could do.
And I thank y'all for listening.