Guardians of The Lambsfoot!

Prester John said:
Sorry, Barrett, but you're wrong about the Wild Turkey. ;)
It is not a bottom-shelf whiskey, and is not that cheap. About the same price as Jameson. And the original Wild Turkey 101 (not the stupid watered down 81) is one of the best bourbons on the market. I have tasted some that cost a lot more, but I'd rather have Wild Turkey. Just as good as when I started drinking it over 40 years ago.
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I knew that would be a contentious statement (aka, “them’s fightin’ words!”). :D I’ve had my fair share of Wild Turkey 101, and while it wouldn’t be my first choice, I’ll admit that it was unfair of me to group it in with the likes of Old Crow. ;)
 
Jack Black said:
Glad someone is standing in for GT Dennis ;) Nice horn :thumbsup:



Sounds like a great weekend Joshua, and that's a fine pic of your '19 :) I love the look of the bisected Ironwood, we need to find a name for it! :D :thumbsup:



Fantastic pics Charlie :) :thumbsup:

I posted this in the Lounge, but it seems appropriate to post it here too. Some footage I came across of today's St Patrick's Day Parade in Leeds :thumbsup:


Lambsfoot content ;) :thumbsup:

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Thanks, Jack! Do you have any ideas for a name in mind? I hadn't given it any thought until you mentioned it.

mitch4ging said:
Sounds like it was a great weekend! Nice "bush" knife!:):thumbsup:

Very Vivid photos!:cool:

The only tools a man needs!:D:thumbsup: at least for the evening!:p
Great pattern!
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Thanks! Wooden handled knives seem drawn to tree photos. Must be getting back to their "roots" or something like that?

cigarrodog said:
That sure is a nice looking one, Dennis.

JTB_5 JTB_5 Who says Lambsfoot knives don’t grow on trees. Nice image, Joshua.

@waynorth Your pictures sure feel like signs of spring, Charlie.

Jack Black Jack Black I see the beautiful knife and the cool and wise opener, but where’s the drink?:)
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Thanks Harvey!
 
Happy St. Patties day! My obligatory Guinness Stout. This day will forever remind me of my grandmother. She was half Irish and loved the color Kelly green. Her father was born in Belfast and he lived most of his adult life in Ireland. Until he came to the Bay area of California in the 1920's.
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Cutfinger said:
Good picture Dave. :thumbsup: The old rosewood Lambsfoot eh, hard to improve on! ;)
(No offence, all of you with the 'fancy' Lambsfoot knives :))
That one looks to be a great example of the breed, tough, simple, and handsome.

Michael
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Thanks, Michael :thumbsup: I don't know why it is, but I really like the basic things in life. Must be why I'm partial to the Rosewood. :)
 
I've got to do one Irish Joke before its all over. :D

THE IRISH ANGLER

The rain was pouring down. And there standing in front of a big puddle outside the pub, was an old Irishman, drenched, holding a stick with a piece of string dangling in the water.

A passer-by stopped and asked, "What are you doing?"

"Fishing" replied the old man....

Feeling sorry for the old man, the gent said, "Come in out of the rain and have a drink with me." In the warmth of the pub, as they sip their whiskeys, the gentleman cannot resist asking, "So how many have you caught today?"

"You're the eighth" said the old man.:p
 
dc50 said:
Still, the best workhorse slipjoint out there. :thumbsup::D
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It's the knife that gets things done! ;) :D :thumbsup:

mitch4ging said:
The only tools a man needs!:D:thumbsup: at least for the evening!:p
Great pattern!
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:) :thumbsup:

cigarrodog said:
Jack Black Jack Black I see the beautiful knife and the cool and wise opener, but where’s the drink?:)
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:eek: Where's me beer gone?! :eek: :confused: ;)

OLd_gUY said:
Good one :D
I've always liked bar jokes, too. Here's one of my favs:
A rabbi, a priest, and a minister walk into a bar.
The bartender looks up and says, "What is this, some kinda joke?"
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:D :tbhumbsup:

Cutfinger said:
Good picture Dave. :thumbsup: The old rosewood Lambsfoot eh, hard to improve on! ;)
(No offence, all of you with the 'fancy' Lambsfoot knives :))
That one looks to be a great example of the breed, tough, simple, and handsome.

Michael
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They certainly cut just as well, and are great value :) As they are Wright's least expensive knife though (and their biggest finish), they don't always have the best fit and finish, but a good, solid working-knife nonetheless:thumbsup: I had a few made up last year with polished blades and improved fit and finish :) It's certainly a lot easier, and a heck of a lot less expensive to get them made up like that than with fancy bolsters and special covers :thumbsup:

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Here's an usual one. After commissioning the 2018 Guardians knives, I asked for a sample with a threaded bolster. Ashley made this one up, but in Rosewood :thumbsup:

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JTB_5 said:
Thanks, Jack! Do you have any ideas for a name in mind? I hadn't given it any thought until you mentioned it.
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Well, I was talking about a name for those covers, rather than a name for your knife, but I think one of you fellers lucky enough to have one of those Yin & Yang Ironwood knives should name it :thumbsup: Kind of reminds me of those cheap 'broken heart' pendants, and puts me in mind of Harvey Two-Face from Batman! :D :thumbsup:

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Just a reminder that these knives are a notch above! :D Stunning pic Dwight :) :thumbsup:

tmd_87 said:
Happy St. Patties day! My obligatory Guinness Stout. This day will forever remind me of my grandmother. She was half Irish and loved the color Kelly green. Her father was born in Belfast and he lived most of his adult life in Ireland. Until he came to the Bay area of California in the 1920's.
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Great stuff Taylor :) :thumbsup:

dc50 said:
Thanks, Michael :thumbsup: I don't know why it is, but I really like the basic things in life. Must be why I'm partial to the Rosewood. :)
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dc50 said:
I've got to do one Irish Joke before its all over. :D

THE IRISH ANGLER

The rain was pouring down. And there standing in front of a big puddle outside the pub, was an old Irishman, drenched, holding a stick with a piece of string dangling in the water.

A passer-by stopped and asked, "What are you doing?"

"Fishing" replied the old man....

Feeling sorry for the old man, the gent said, "Come in out of the rain and have a drink with me." In the warmth of the pub, as they sip their whiskeys, the gentleman cannot resist asking, "So how many have you caught today?"

"You're the eighth" said the old man.:p
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LOL! Good one Dave :D I remember my grandfather (whose father came from Co. Antrim) telling me that joke :) :thumbsup: It reminds me of a true story from Sheffield in the 1980's. I knew a feller, originally from Dublin, his name is on the tip of my tongue, but like so many things these days momentarily escapes me. He was short in stature, but very much of a character, extremely witty, but he could be a handful in lots of ways. Story was he had once been an up and coming actor in the London theatre, but he liked the drink a bit too much, and eventually he had found his way to Sheffield, where he still had some thespian involvement. He had a dog called Flint, soft as anything, but a huge, wolf-like German Shepherd. He had a routine when he was accompanied by Flint, which I saw him perform more than once. He'd walk into a pub, pushing the door right open as he entered, so it took a few seconds to swing closed again. He'd head straight to the bar, and seconds later, Flint would enter, loping across the floor, with his tongue hanging out, and a hungry look in his eye. As the Irishman got to the bar, the barman would say, 'Sorry mate, you can't bring that dog in here."
Turning round, and looking at Flint, the Irishman would say, "It's not my dog, must have followed me in."
Flint would be sniffing around, but eventually find his way to the bar.
"Well, he seems to like you." the barman would say.
" Sure, I'm a likeable feller", says the Irishman. "I'll tell you what, give us a half a' Guinness, and I'll get rid of the dog for you."
With one eye on the slavering beast intimidating his customers, the barman would invariably think it a good deal, but as soon as the beer went on the bar, the Irishman would drain the glass. Then he'd turn on his heel, whistle for Flint, who would go straight to his side, and he'd be out of the pub, and on to the next one! :D :thumbsup:

Morning Guardians, hope everyone had a great weekend :) All this talk of rosewood has me fancying carrying my Big Un :) Have a good week folks :thumbsup:

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Jack Black said:
LOL! Good one Dave :D I remember my grandfather (whose father came from Co. Antrim) telling me that joke :) :thumbsup: It reminds me of a true story from Sheffield in the 1980's. I knew a feller, originally from Dublin
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Great story Jack.:thumbsup: I'm sure you have many many more stories of these characters that have actually given our daily lives a wee bit of color. What a boring past we would have had without them. I'm sure each and every one of us have had our lives touched in a small way by these individuals.:D

It brings to mind the song that the Nitty Gritty Dirt Band did so well. "Mister Bojangles"
 
Jack Black said:
I knew a feller, originally from Dublin, his name is on the tip of my tongue, but like so many things these days momentarily escapes me. He was short in stature, but very much of a character, extremely witty, but he could be a handful in lots of ways. Story was he had once been an up and coming actor in the London theatre, but he liked the drink a bit too much, and eventually he had found his way to Sheffield, where he still had some thespian involvement. He had a dog called Flint, soft as anything, but a huge, wolf-like German Shepherd. He had a routine when he was accompanied by Flint, which I saw him perform more than once. He'd walk into a pub, pushing the door right open as he entered, so it took a few seconds to swing closed again. He'd head straight to the bar, and seconds later, Flint would enter, loping across the floor, with his tongue hanging out, and a hungry look in his eye. As the Irishman got to the bar, the barman would say, 'Sorry mate, you can't bring that dog in here."
Turning round, and looking at Flint, the Irishman would say, "It's not my dog, must have followed me in."
Flint would be sniffing around, but eventually find his way to the bar.
"Well, he seems to like you." the barman would say.
" Sure, I'm a likeable feller", says the Irishman. "I'll tell you what, give us a half a' Guinness, and I'll get rid of the dog for you."
With one eye on the slavering beast intimidating his customers, the barman would invariably think it a good deal, but as soon as the beer went on the bar, the Irishman would drain the glass. Then he'd turn on his heel, whistle for Flint, who would go straight to his side, and he'd be out of the pub, and on to the next one! :D :thumbsup:

Morning Guardians, hope everyone had a great weekend :) All this talk of rosewood has me fancying carrying my Big Un :) Have a good week folks :thumbsup:

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Great story, Jack!
Beautiful picture of your BIG Lamb.
 
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