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I am sorry for your loss onojoe. I too lost my father in 2005, and it has indelibly change my life in ways that I never could have imagined.
Of all of his things that I had the privilege to sort through, sell to raise money for my mother (who passed in 2011) and generally take care of after his passing, I came across his big game hunting knife and my first big game hunting knife that he had given to me as an 11 y.o. for Christmas sitting in the same drawer. His knife is a Western, of Boulder CO, 7-7.5" fixed blade knife that he got in WWII while in the Navy. It is a cross between a utility knife and a fighting knife with a blood groove. I will always remembering him sharpening this knife prior to deer season (the only time he carried it), and was completely impressed with the hair popping edge he would put on it with his Arkansas stones. I was intrigued by how such a large piece of steel (keep in mind I was really small) could be hand sharpened to a razor's edge. Later in life I had become fairly proficient in freehand sharpening techniques. At least enough to get a usable edge for my purposes. But now over the past 2 years I have gotten back into knives in what my wife calls a very sick way. Recently when I learned of Japanese water stones, this was my go to knife to practice using them (ironic isn't it, he got this knife while fighting the Japanese). I only sharpen this knife now, I never use it. But about once a month I bring it out and take it through the 1,000, 6,000 and 10,000 stones to see how sharp I can get it. I too will pass this one on to my son (married with a baby boy), and I think I will give it to him to learn how to sharpen with water stones as well.
That's cool, I bet your son will cherish it