At a combined gunshow/emergency prepper expo a couple of miles from here this morning, I was able to offload a CRK Green Beret 5.5" I got for $31 (yup, $31) w/o box and papers and an old 12" color case hardened H&R 676 with box and both cylinders which gave me funds to have fun with.
In the prepper section, a primitive (and I mean PRIMITIVE) bushcrafter was there who had tables of what he was selling and tables of NFS display items. He also napped flint, chert, and obsidian points. Had a few nessmuk styled knives but the one I really wanted was on one of his NFS display tables. He didn't want to sell it. I asked him to seriously think about what it would take for him to part with it, and I'd stop by before I left.
I then met my son, the archeologist and told him to come to the prepper show as he really needed to meet this guy. They talked and talked and talked. Traded stories and showed each other pictures only an archeologist or primitives guy would be interested in. As their conversation went on, I took the knife off the NFS tables and placed it on the interior table where he and my son where trading stories. As their conversation wound down, I told him if he sold me the knife, I'd never trade it or sell it. We then haggled with me leaving knife happy and still with a wad of money left to give my wife when I got home. Happy wife. Happy knife.
Slabs are Osage.
In the prepper section, a primitive (and I mean PRIMITIVE) bushcrafter was there who had tables of what he was selling and tables of NFS display items. He also napped flint, chert, and obsidian points. Had a few nessmuk styled knives but the one I really wanted was on one of his NFS display tables. He didn't want to sell it. I asked him to seriously think about what it would take for him to part with it, and I'd stop by before I left.
I then met my son, the archeologist and told him to come to the prepper show as he really needed to meet this guy. They talked and talked and talked. Traded stories and showed each other pictures only an archeologist or primitives guy would be interested in. As their conversation went on, I took the knife off the NFS tables and placed it on the interior table where he and my son where trading stories. As their conversation wound down, I told him if he sold me the knife, I'd never trade it or sell it. We then haggled with me leaving knife happy and still with a wad of money left to give my wife when I got home. Happy wife. Happy knife.
Slabs are Osage.
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