Guardians of The Lambsfoot!

Merry Christmas from Australia fellow lamb lovers.

No photo of a lamb today and if you can bear through a story I'll tell you why.
Growing up my dad was a butcher, then a shearer before buying his small piece of land. There he and my step mother struggled along (unbeknownst to me as a kid). We came from very much a working class background and most of the meat we ate was game. My fondest memories of those years are all around hunting and game. He always had two folding knives in the ute, a clip point rabbit knife for skinning and dressing rabbits (rabbit was our chicken back then and the skins were still worth some money) and the venerable lambsfoot. The lamb did odd jobs like cutting hay twine, opening packages or whatnot and cutting up food. When I think of his lamb the main memory is my brother and I sharing the front passenger seat after we'd been cutting firewood and dad slicing up pieces of salami made from a deer he'd shot and passing them around to us. We may not have had much, but I never felt poor as a kid with moments like that.

Fast forward to today And my dad was recently sitting in my ute as we went yabbying. His lamb is long lost and mine lives in my centre cup holder where it's used the same way his was. He was admiring it and saying he'd love one again. Now it's not a perfect knife, she's quite a strong pull and F&F isn't at the top, but it's still a sheffield lamb and to him that's a big tick. He can't use the internet and while he scours second hand shops for knives, has never had the opportunity to get another.

So I've got my lamb boxed up ready to gift to him this morning when we take the kids around for our family Christmas. I reckon it'll put a nice smile on his face.

Anyway Guardians, it's 6:40am here Christmas morning and as I've been writing this under the patter of rain on the tin roof time has ticked away and the kids will soon be rising so I must sign out.

Wishing you all a safe and happy Christmas, and all the best for the year to come.

Jack
 
Merry Christmas from Australia fellow lamb lovers.

No photo of a lamb today and if you can bear through a story I'll tell you why.
Growing up my dad was a butcher, then a shearer before buying his small piece of land. There he and my step mother struggled along (unbeknownst to me as a kid). We came from very much a working class background and most of the meat we ate was game. My fondest memories of those years are all around hunting and game. He always had two folding knives in the ute, a clip point rabbit knife for skinning and dressing rabbits (rabbit was our chicken back then and the skins were still worth some money) and the venerable lambsfoot. The lamb did odd jobs like cutting hay twine, opening packages or whatnot and cutting up food. When I think of his lamb the main memory is my brother and I sharing the front passenger seat after we'd been cutting firewood and dad slicing up pieces of salami made from a deer he'd shot and passing them around to us. We may not have had much, but I never felt poor as a kid with moments like that.

Fast forward to today And my dad was recently sitting in my ute as we went yabbying. His lamb is long lost and mine lives in my centre cup holder where it's used the same way his was. He was admiring it and saying he'd love one again. Now it's not a perfect knife, she's quite a strong pull and F&F isn't at the top, but it's still a sheffield lamb and to him that's a big tick. He can't use the internet and while he scours second hand shops for knives, has never had the opportunity to get another.

So I've got my lamb boxed up ready to gift to him this morning when we take the kids around for our family Christmas. I reckon it'll put a nice smile on his face.

Anyway Guardians, it's 6:40am here Christmas morning and as I've been writing this under the patter of rain on the tin roof time has ticked away and the kids will soon be rising so I must sign out.

Wishing you all a safe and happy Christmas, and all the best for the year to come.

Jack

Now that's a Christmas story ! 👍
 
Merry Christmas from Australia fellow lamb lovers.

No photo of a lamb today and if you can bear through a story I'll tell you why.
Growing up my dad was a butcher, then a shearer before buying his small piece of land. There he and my step mother struggled along (unbeknownst to me as a kid). We came from very much a working class background and most of the meat we ate was game. My fondest memories of those years are all around hunting and game. He always had two folding knives in the ute, a clip point rabbit knife for skinning and dressing rabbits (rabbit was our chicken back then and the skins were still worth some money) and the venerable lambsfoot. The lamb did odd jobs like cutting hay twine, opening packages or whatnot and cutting up food. When I think of his lamb the main memory is my brother and I sharing the front passenger seat after we'd been cutting firewood and dad slicing up pieces of salami made from a deer he'd shot and passing them around to us. We may not have had much, but I never felt poor as a kid with moments like that.

Fast forward to today And my dad was recently sitting in my ute as we went yabbying. His lamb is long lost and mine lives in my centre cup holder where it's used the same way his was. He was admiring it and saying he'd love one again. Now it's not a perfect knife, she's quite a strong pull and F&F isn't at the top, but it's still a sheffield lamb and to him that's a big tick. He can't use the internet and while he scours second hand shops for knives, has never had the opportunity to get another.

So I've got my lamb boxed up ready to gift to him this morning when we take the kids around for our family Christmas. I reckon it'll put a nice smile on his face.

Anyway Guardians, it's 6:40am here Christmas morning and as I've been writing this under the patter of rain on the tin roof time has ticked away and the kids will soon be rising so I must sign out.

Wishing you all a safe and happy Christmas, and all the best for the year to come.

Jack
A very memorable gift for your dad. He raised you well to be a thoughtful gentleman.
Merry Christmas.

Bob
 
Merry Christmas from Australia fellow lamb lovers.

No photo of a lamb today and if you can bear through a story I'll tell you why.
Growing up my dad was a butcher, then a shearer before buying his small piece of land. There he and my step mother struggled along (unbeknownst to me as a kid). We came from very much a working class background and most of the meat we ate was game. My fondest memories of those years are all around hunting and game. He always had two folding knives in the ute, a clip point rabbit knife for skinning and dressing rabbits (rabbit was our chicken back then and the skins were still worth some money) and the venerable lambsfoot. The lamb did odd jobs like cutting hay twine, opening packages or whatnot and cutting up food. When I think of his lamb the main memory is my brother and I sharing the front passenger seat after we'd been cutting firewood and dad slicing up pieces of salami made from a deer he'd shot and passing them around to us. We may not have had much, but I never felt poor as a kid with moments like that.

Fast forward to today And my dad was recently sitting in my ute as we went yabbying. His lamb is long lost and mine lives in my centre cup holder where it's used the same way his was. He was admiring it and saying he'd love one again. Now it's not a perfect knife, she's quite a strong pull and F&F isn't at the top, but it's still a sheffield lamb and to him that's a big tick. He can't use the internet and while he scours second hand shops for knives, has never had the opportunity to get another.

So I've got my lamb boxed up ready to gift to him this morning when we take the kids around for our family Christmas. I reckon it'll put a nice smile on his face.

Anyway Guardians, it's 6:40am here Christmas morning and as I've been writing this under the patter of rain on the tin roof time has ticked away and the kids will soon be rising so I must sign out.

Wishing you all a safe and happy Christmas, and all the best for the year to come.

Jack
Good story and a great thing to do, enjoy the Christmas mate.
 
Thanks Jack.👍🏻
I hope you had a good Christmas dinner and wake up to sunshine and another day of relaxation.
Thanks Bob, they pushed the boat out a bit, but I missed the highlight of the evening, Santa arriving on a camel! 🤣👍
You are livin it up,Jack. May your Christmas awesome!
Thanks Paul, a lot of new people have arrived today, and I have turned into something between 'mountain guide' and 'old lag' telling some of them how to get about the hotel! 🤣 Hope you have a great time my friend 🙂👍
Merry Christmas Eve Guardians!
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What a beautiful Lambsfoot 😎👍
Whipped up a wonderful Mexican breakfast for the wife, kids, and my parents. K’roo has Christmas Eve duties.
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Well done 🙂👍
Looking good Jack, Merry Christmas !



That looks delicious ! 👍
Thanks Steve! 😁 I've been trying to upload a video for y'all! 🤣👍
Merry Christmas Eve Guardians !


Oak Lamb today 👍



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Your outdoor pics are knocking it out of the park my friend 🙂👍
Merry Christmas from Australia fellow lamb lovers.

No photo of a lamb today and if you can bear through a story I'll tell you why.
Growing up my dad was a butcher, then a shearer before buying his small piece of land. There he and my step mother struggled along (unbeknownst to me as a kid). We came from very much a working class background and most of the meat we ate was game. My fondest memories of those years are all around hunting and game. He always had two folding knives in the ute, a clip point rabbit knife for skinning and dressing rabbits (rabbit was our chicken back then and the skins were still worth some money) and the venerable lambsfoot. The lamb did odd jobs like cutting hay twine, opening packages or whatnot and cutting up food. When I think of his lamb the main memory is my brother and I sharing the front passenger seat after we'd been cutting firewood and dad slicing up pieces of salami made from a deer he'd shot and passing them around to us. We may not have had much, but I never felt poor as a kid with moments like that.

Fast forward to today And my dad was recently sitting in my ute as we went yabbying. His lamb is long lost and mine lives in my centre cup holder where it's used the same way his was. He was admiring it and saying he'd love one again. Now it's not a perfect knife, she's quite a strong pull and F&F isn't at the top, but it's still a sheffield lamb and to him that's a big tick. He can't use the internet and while he scours second hand shops for knives, has never had the opportunity to get another.

So I've got my lamb boxed up ready to gift to him this morning when we take the kids around for our family Christmas. I reckon it'll put a nice smile on his face.

Anyway Guardians, it's 6:40am here Christmas morning and as I've been writing this under the patter of rain on the tin roof time has ticked away and the kids will soon be rising so I must sign out.

Wishing you all a safe and happy Christmas, and all the best for the year to come.

Jack
Heartwarming tale Jack, your dad is going to be well-chuffed! 🙂👍
My wife and I have a conflict of interest with regards to decorating the Christmas tree.
But Santa seems quite taken by my Hartshead. :)

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Merry Christmas all!..heading towards 8.30 still waiting for the kids to get up, I guess 20 and 17 aren't kids😁
LOL! As mine got older, I found that I missed the early morning starts 🙂👍
Thanks so much Jack! Hope you have a wonderful Christmas!

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Stag again for Christmas Eve.
Many thanks Jon, great pic 😎👍
 
Getting down on page one, correction. 🥰 Had my Christmas lunch and catch up yesterday, Sunday the 24th, today on Christmas day a quite one, and it has rained all night and still raining today. Here is a Double Lamb post, a knife and a small piece of Lamb Leg and some roast potatoes and pumpkin, a delicious small lunch with some Plum Pudding to come. Merry Christmas everyone. 🎅🎅🎅🤝.

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