Guardians of The Lambsfoot!

I think the eye is the coolest one of the bunch!!!

You might be right John :) I think Ron got the best of the AC's, I remember looking at it as I was packaging it up, and just thinking 'Wow!' :) :thumbsup:

Edit - I really like some of the ones with black lines running through brown wood, like veins in an arm, such as the one 2 to the left of Taylor's :thumbsup:
 
Getting back to food, crabmeat pasties!
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I was watching Dame Penelope Keith's Coastal Villages last night.
 
That was my mistake and confusion. Taylor's is the one that actually pushed me over the edge and brought me back to my senses. I wasn't following the thread closely being involved in my customs recently.

Hope we'll be seeing you more often Alan :) The 2019 Lambsfoot knives are made entirely by one cutler :thumbsup:

Oh, sorry Jack. I will say, picking out the "best of these ironwoods" might be a herculean task with so many incredible specimens.:eek: :D

No apology needed Dwight, I should have been clearer :) Yes, you are right about that, and a lot of it will come down to personal taste :thumbsup:
 
That was my mistake and confusion. Taylor's is the one that actually pushed me over the edge and brought me back to my senses. I wasn't following the thread closely being involved in my customs recently.
I apologize for the sarcastic remark.
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... So Cherri (my wife) goes into town this morning to run errands (one of which is the post office to get mail). I am in the recliner minding my own business when she texts me a photo of a package. It's just one corner of the box and it says...from... "J BACK". I rise... I am YeeeeHawwwInggg!!! and dancing a jig (carefully).

Now... the fact that the name is spelled B-A-C-K instead of our beloved B-L-A-C-K is apparently of no consequence to either of us. For you see - The mind is a terrible thing. - We both saw a "J" and a "B A C K" and fiction magically became reality (or vice versa). Never mind the box was a "flat-rate" priority USPS box (but that's on her).

When she entered the room triumphantly passing the treasure to me I took the package with accelerated heart rate. The sudden rush of endorphins had ushered me into a momentary euphoria. The package didn't look right. It's too thin. From somewhere far away a feeble voice said in a feathery light whisper... "look at the box"... "look at the name"... "this is not what it seems"... "it's a trick, a terrible cruel trick... you fool..."

But it was too late. I was all in. Ticket purchased. Train boarded. Holding the USPS flat rate priority box I remained convinced it was from Leeds. My steeled will would make it so...
 
... So Cherri (my wife) goes into town this morning to run errands (one of which is the post office to get mail). I am in the recliner minding my own business when she texts me a photo of a package. It's just one corner of the box and it says...from... "J BACK". I rise... I am YeeeeHawwwInggg!!! and dancing a jig (carefully).

Now... the fact that the name is spelled B-A-C-K instead of our beloved B-L-A-C-K is apparently of no consequence to either of us. For you see - The mind is a terrible thing. - We both saw a "J" and a "B A C K" and fiction magically became reality (or vice versa). Never mind the box was a "flat-rate" priority USPS box (but that's on her).

When she entered the room triumphantly passing the treasure to me I took the package with accelerated heart rate. The sudden rush of endorphins had ushered me into a momentary euphoria. The package didn't look right. It's too thin. From somewhere far away a feeble voice said in a feathery light whisper... "look at the box"... "look at the name"... "this is not what it seems"... "it's a trick, a terrible cruel trick... you fool..."

But it was too late. I was all in. Ticket purchased. Train boarded. Holding the USPS flat rate priority box I remained convinced it was from Leeds. My steeled will would make it so...

Awww...Sorry Dwight :(

But it's a great story, well told! :D ;) :thumbsup:
 
I guess I could show you a photo of your knives, but that spoil the surprise ;) :D :thumbsup:
Jack, my apologies! I read this before but it went straight over my head! :eek: That would indeed be quite the spoiler! ;) I’m sure they are terrific! They are all unique and beautiful! :D

You might be right John :) I think Ron got the best of the AC's, I remember looking at it as I was packaging it up, and just thinking 'Wow!' :) :thumbsup:

Edit - I really like some of the ones with black lines running through brown wood, like veins in an arm, such as the one 2 to the left of Taylor's :thumbsup:

I think John is referring to Taylor's ironwood "eye". But I couldn't agree more with your opinion of Ron's AC. I have thought the same thing.

Jack and Dwight, I thank you both for your comments on my AC! :) I personally wouldn’t feel right saying it was the best of the lot! But your words mean a lot to me. I am extremely pleased with it as it is a beautiful knife! :D

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Jack, my apologies! I read this before but it went straight over my head! :eek: That would indeed be quite the spoiler! ;) I’m sure they are terrific! They are all unique and beautiful! :D





Jack and Dwight, I thank you both for your comments on my AC! :) I personally wouldn’t feel right saying it was the best of the lot! But your words mean a lot to me. I am extremely pleased with it as it is a beautiful knife! :D

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No worries Ron :D Seeing your AC is always a treat my friend :thumbsup:
 
... So Cherri (my wife) goes into town this morning to run errands (one of which is the post office to get mail). I am in the recliner minding my own business when she texts me a photo of a package. It's just one corner of the box and it says...from... "J BACK". I rise... I am YeeeeHawwwInggg!!! and dancing a jig (carefully).

Now... the fact that the name is spelled B-A-C-K instead of our beloved B-L-A-C-K is apparently of no consequence to either of us. For you see - The mind is a terrible thing. - We both saw a "J" and a "B A C K" and fiction magically became reality (or vice versa). Never mind the box was a "flat-rate" priority USPS box (but that's on her).

When she entered the room triumphantly passing the treasure to me I took the package with accelerated heart rate. The sudden rush of endorphins had ushered me into a momentary euphoria. The package didn't look right. It's too thin. From somewhere far away a feeble voice said in a feathery light whisper... "look at the box"... "look at the name"... "this is not what it seems"... "it's a trick, a terrible cruel trick... you fool..."

But it was too late. I was all in. Ticket purchased. Train boarded. Holding the USPS flat rate priority box I remained convinced it was from Leeds. My steeled will would make it so...
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