So, just had a interesting evening. Got to tell you about it. Sitting here at 9:30 on a week night. Im laying in the middle of our living room painting my wifes toenails. (Go ahead and make fun guys, I dont care, do it all the time) Anyway, the doorbell rings, I figure its my old buddy Ralph. So I yell, "come in!" Who walks in you ask? The local mortician. Now, granted, let it be known I live on a small lake, my house is one of the smallest on it, and he lives across from me in a very nice place. "Very if you know what I mean" Anyway. Somebody at a recent funeral told him what I do in my shop that he can see from his house, apparently, he has a young son that just finished some survival challenge and he wanted to reward him with a handmade knife. He asked me what I had for sale right now, tonight. Here's how the conversation went.
Him, I so proud of my son, I want to reward him, he loves knives. What do you have?
Me, everything I have here is sold but these 2 M18s and this Brass Back.
(He picks up the Brass back)............... this is amazing, how much?
Me, that goes for around $2500. bucks,
Him, "I'll take it!"
Let it be known, ive never sold a knife for that kind of money that easily. Frankly, I couldnt do it. As much as I could use the money I told him I didnt think that was the best purchase for him and gave him my reasons. Afterwards, he agreed and he placed a order for a more elaborate Tradewater with a firesteel in the sheath.
Cant believe I just talked a willing guy out of paying me well over a month and a halves worth of income, but just couldnt of done it and felt right about it. His boy is only 15.
Call me crazy!