First of all, I wish everyone a Merry Christmas. Hope you have a great holiday and an even better new year.
So, how long have you been a knife person? Me? Virtually all my life, ever since I was a little kid and that's a long time (been on Medicare for a few years already).
I'll relate a funny story. Several years ago I had the opportunity to fly back into my old home town where I grew up. I decided to drive past the old house. It was about a 100 years old when we owned it! So I stop, get out of the car and start to look around. On a whim, I decide to tell the people I had lived there and ask permission to look in the back yard. The woman that answered the door was really nice, and asked me if I would like to come in and look around, which I did. After touring the house, which had drastically changed through all the owners, she said "would you like to see the basement?". Of course I accepted.
We walked down to the basement and it was like walking into a time machine! Everything was exactly like it was when I was a kid. I pointed to an old pantry and said "there's where I used to throw my knives, I can still see the indents! Here is where I shot my arrows, look at the holes the field tips left" She was amazed, said they always wondered what caused those marks, hundreds upon hundreds of them!
So, ever since I can remember, maybe 6 or so, I've owned and used knives. I remember playing mumbly peg at out feet! I don't think there is a day goes by that I don't have a knife on me.
So how bout you guys? How long?
So, how long have you been a knife person? Me? Virtually all my life, ever since I was a little kid and that's a long time (been on Medicare for a few years already).
I'll relate a funny story. Several years ago I had the opportunity to fly back into my old home town where I grew up. I decided to drive past the old house. It was about a 100 years old when we owned it! So I stop, get out of the car and start to look around. On a whim, I decide to tell the people I had lived there and ask permission to look in the back yard. The woman that answered the door was really nice, and asked me if I would like to come in and look around, which I did. After touring the house, which had drastically changed through all the owners, she said "would you like to see the basement?". Of course I accepted.
We walked down to the basement and it was like walking into a time machine! Everything was exactly like it was when I was a kid. I pointed to an old pantry and said "there's where I used to throw my knives, I can still see the indents! Here is where I shot my arrows, look at the holes the field tips left" She was amazed, said they always wondered what caused those marks, hundreds upon hundreds of them!
So, ever since I can remember, maybe 6 or so, I've owned and used knives. I remember playing mumbly peg at out feet! I don't think there is a day goes by that I don't have a knife on me.
So how bout you guys? How long?