Hank Parker's old peanut.

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Chris Mapp said:
Wonderful story, as usual jackknife. If I didn't know better, I would think I teared up a little bit, but it's just the dust in here..
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I'm glad to know, after reading some of the other comments, that I'm not the only one with a dusty home! That sure resonate deep with me as well. Thank you JK, thank you very much.
 
Top notch, thats what its all about. :thumbup:

Maybe this is exactly why I want to find a minty TL-29 and pocket wear it...

Thanks jackknife.
Peter
 
NirreBosse said:
Shooting with a .22 is a little special. I, like you like the smell of the gunpowder. Mine is a Anshutz with a weaver scope 2,5-7. Me and my brother got it from our father when I was 15 and Lars 11 years old. He had already tought us to shoot with a airgun Diana 35 so we could use it rather freely right from the beginning bouth for targetshooting in our field and for huntingtrips. My most preasured memories is hunting capercaillzie (wood-grouse) in the spring. It was highly illegal, but tradition, and its now a long time ago and prescribed and therefore talkable. When I got older I bought myself a Heym 6,5X55 and the 22 stayed with my brother. As life and time takes its ways its now mine again and I use it to teach my 6 year old to shoot together with that old Diana airgun. I have made a own shootingrange on my property so sometimes my huntingpals also come to shoot there. This rifle together with my heym and the old diana will be keept all my life and I also have my brothers 6.5-55 that I ceep for my sons to start of moosehunting with.

Bosse
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Bosse the old6.5x55 is a great cartridge a lot better then most overhear know. I have one that was given to me by a friend years ago.
 
I know I'm bringing up an old post again, but I just can't help it with these stories. This one, as many others said, got a little tear going. It made me think of soo many great memories, especially of my dad. From him always ready to reach out his hand and help someone, no matter what it was or who it was. Made me think of when my parents got me my first knife too, a SAK. I miss my father dearly and this really brought up some of the best memories of my life. I think something just flew in my eye while talking about this....

Anyways, thank you Jackknife, you have a gift from God. :thumbup:
 
These old posts need to be brought up from time to time. I always enjoy reading them again and sure don't want any of the new guys to miss them.
Jim
 
my dad died of a sudden heart attack and after the funeral my brother a i where looking threw his things and my brother turned around with my dads pocket knife in his hand and at that moment both of our eyes tearing up he put the knife in my hand and we just looked into each others eyes and at that moment i felt a feeling i cant explane. i have that knife to this day i don't carry it because its a automatic knife but every time i push that button it brings me back to camping and fishing with my dad

thank you jackknife that story brought a tear to my eye
 
Great story. I have really grown to love the peanut.(Thanks to your storys) To me it is a great edc blade.
 
Grateful said:
These old posts need to be brought up from time to time. I always enjoy reading them again and sure don't want any of the new guys to miss them.
Jim
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:thumbup::thumbup: I hope the thought enters JK every once in a while about how these posts have helped build this forum and many of the friendships that have been made here.

I better stop before my brother slaps me into my senses. :D.
 
Bastid said:
:thumbup::thumbup: I hope the thought enters JK every once in a while about how these posts have helped build this forum and many of the friendships that have been made here.

I better stop before my brother slaps me into my senses. :D.
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I don't know if I think that, exactly, but I have always been a little bit surprised that my ramblings have been so well received. Maybe my modest nature. I can't remember when, or even why I started to write these little ditys, but after a while I did come to realize that this particular forum is a very rare one on the 'net. I used to go to a bunch of different forums for guns, motorcycles, outdoors, but these days I very rarely go online anymore exept for here. This place, and the people in it are special. I think after a while, I even may have started to think of those here as a sort of extended grandsons.

My children, and now my grandchildren, think of me as a story teller. My daughter says her earliest memory is of me telling her a bedtime story, with the smell of my pipe in the air. When she went off to college, and away from home for the first time, she had me put some of my pipe tobacco in a bagy and make a cassette of stories. At night when she couldn't sleep, she'd leave the open bagy beside her bed and listen to a tape of stories from her childhood. I'd tell her stories of heroic princes rescuing fair maidens in distress, and the boys I'd tell some of the old stories grandad told me of the old days in Ireland. Or I'd tell them stories of the old days in LaComtpe Marsh and the the bay, and the rogues gallery of charaters that hung out there.

So I guess when I came to start thinking of you all as sort of grandkids, I started to tell you all stories, sometimes with the idea of leaving a lesson behind. I guess it's the kind of thing one does with people they care about. And I guess I've come to think of you all here as friends, and care about you.

So I tell my stories to my extended grandkids.

Of course, with a brand new granddaughter named Brianna, I'm starting all over again. and loving it.

Ain't life grand.
 
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Jackknife, after ready many of your stories and looking at your post I've found myself looking up to you as sort of a role model, though we have never met your stories touch me and alot of other people and you are sort of a celebrity around here, atleast in my eyes. I have to admit, when I start a thread and it gets going and I look at the last person to post in it before I open and I see Jackknife I almost feel honored. :D. Anyways I'll stop rambling but your stories really have opened my eyes to all the good memories I've had in the past and what I hope to gain in the future. :thumbup:
 
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I think after a while, I even may have started to think of those here as a sort of extended grandsons.
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I'm cool with that - very cool with that.

At the same time, let it be known that - come story time - this grandson is old enough to enjoy a good Cuban cigar (end lopped off with a razor-sharp peanut, of course) and a nip out of whatever's in your flask, if you're sharing. :p
 
I just finished reading this one with my soon-to-be six year old son sitting on my lap. Thank you jackknife.
 
thanks jackknife! this made me a little teary..lol its funny how those little moments that we spend with someone are those that we reflect upon them for the rest of our life! If we only knew what was going on when it was we could take time to remember the moment to cherish it!

I find it very comforting that you can bring out those memories in people, me particularity. My grandfather David Charles Nichols was a WW2 vet He got a silver star, shot 6 times in france, pulled through, the was a military police in the secret city of oakridge tn where he met my GrandMother, however he died april 10 2000 after a long battle with enfizema, he was born to a single mother in 1919 in Cleveland Tenneessee. We didnt know the extent of his tour with the 30th infantry in ww2 (Until he died) as he never talked about as i assume many didn't. I assume now that he really seen some bloody stuff. He collected knive throuout his whole life. I remeber him wittiling with some old men down at the 23rd street flea market when i was probally 3 or 4. Were they sat their was 6 to 8 inches of cedar shavings that they accumulated everyweekend. I then noticed the kinsmenship and somewhat of a "ritual" surrounding their knives, sourrounding the talking between friends of 60 years, then i thought " thats what you do when your a Man" its those warm moments you bring back to me!


thanks for the storys jackknife!

we look forward to hear more! thanks
 
We have a bush fire a ways up the coast - but close enough that the smoke has got here. That's my excuse anyway! Great story JK, thank you.
 
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