Well, our annual 9-day gun deer season started up Saturday here in Wisconsin and I've got a knife horror story to relate.
It snowed all day on Saturday, making great conditions for the hunt (if not the hunters). After lunch, my brother, dad and I head back out to our stands and my dad asks to borrow my new Grohmann #3 (purchased just for the hunt). As I'm getting into the car, I hear the sphincter-tightening sound of metal hitting metal. I turn around and my dad (I love him but I coulda killed him) is using the blade of my new knife to whack away a chunk of ice that's formed on the butt of his rifle. As I'm about to yell at him to stop it, the chunk falls off and he looks up with a self-satisfied expression on his face and hands me back my knife. As you might have guessed, there are 2-3 deep nicks in the edge. Bad enough, right?
Later, I take the knife back into the house where I stay during the season. Our host sees me eyeing up the edge and offers to sharpen the knife for me on his new electric sharpener. I told him "no thanks, I prefer to do it by hand" but he convinces me that this will work just as well. Within 2 passes the mirrored finish on the blade is full of scratches. Aaaaargh!
I know I shouldn't get too torqued up -- it IS a knife I purchased for using in the woods, so I shouldn't expect it to remain in pristine condition. But I'd rather have nicked it and scratched it out in the field. I guess it's like getting the first dent or scratch in your new car -- you know it's inevitable but it still sucks when it happens.
Any one else have a horror story to relate?
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"I can't believe you stabbed me with this cheap piece of mail-order sh*t"
James Caan in 'Eraser'
It snowed all day on Saturday, making great conditions for the hunt (if not the hunters). After lunch, my brother, dad and I head back out to our stands and my dad asks to borrow my new Grohmann #3 (purchased just for the hunt). As I'm getting into the car, I hear the sphincter-tightening sound of metal hitting metal. I turn around and my dad (I love him but I coulda killed him) is using the blade of my new knife to whack away a chunk of ice that's formed on the butt of his rifle. As I'm about to yell at him to stop it, the chunk falls off and he looks up with a self-satisfied expression on his face and hands me back my knife. As you might have guessed, there are 2-3 deep nicks in the edge. Bad enough, right?
Later, I take the knife back into the house where I stay during the season. Our host sees me eyeing up the edge and offers to sharpen the knife for me on his new electric sharpener. I told him "no thanks, I prefer to do it by hand" but he convinces me that this will work just as well. Within 2 passes the mirrored finish on the blade is full of scratches. Aaaaargh!
I know I shouldn't get too torqued up -- it IS a knife I purchased for using in the woods, so I shouldn't expect it to remain in pristine condition. But I'd rather have nicked it and scratched it out in the field. I guess it's like getting the first dent or scratch in your new car -- you know it's inevitable but it still sucks when it happens.
Any one else have a horror story to relate?
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"I can't believe you stabbed me with this cheap piece of mail-order sh*t"
James Caan in 'Eraser'