I'd like to introduce you guys to Smokey.

Beautiful knife in more ways than one.:thumbup:

Thank you for posting the history. I always enjoy this type of post.
 
Very cool story of what sounds like a great guy.

Could you possibly tell us a but more about the knife? What brand is it (it appears to be a Case) and are the handles dyed Bone? Was it decently sharp when you received it?

I'm not too sentimental about things, but I do think often about the knives I will pass on...
 
Thank you for such a great story. It reminds me of my father-in-law Frank. My father died when I was young and the rest of my family had pretty well all died out by the time I was in my teens. I married my wife 36 yrs ago and her father Frank welcomed me into his family and took me under his wing. He was a small man about 5ft 6 and maybe weighed 140 lbs. but he was at the same time a giant of a man. He was born and raised in the mountains of Madison County in Western North Carolina. A hard life to say the least. No running water, electricity, indoor plumbing and such. A farmer that beat out a living from his land. He taught me so much from building, hunting, gardening, cutting timber to values like God Family and country and that honesty was the only way to live. These thing I was able to pass down to my sons and now the are being passed down to my grandsons. This was Franks knife always with him and always up to the task whether that was cutting off a chaw of tobacco or gutting a hog. Now it's not worth anything monetarily but no amount of money could buy it from me. It's an old Holub electricians knife that's beat up and well used. Here's to Smokey, Frank and all those Real men like them. Thanks again for this post it brought back a lot of great memories.

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BMC, thanks for sharing that moving tribute to your grandfather! :thumbup::thumbup:
Very cool story, and it's fantastic that you have the knife (and guns) as a connection to him! :cool::cool:

- GT
 
That every man should be so lucky to have a Smokey in his life - even if only for a brief while. OH
 
How cool ans very special. Thanks for showing that mate.
And yes the porch is sappier than a rubber plantation on a hot day sometimes.
:D
 
Thank you to everyone who has posted kind words or shared a similar personal story. :)

Gevonovich said:
Great read and I think Smokey is smiling right about now!! I have an old CASE sodbuster just like his and it's got that smoke going on in the black handle material. I just went and got it and will carry it today in Smokey's honor! Here's to ya...Smokey!!
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I appreciate that gesture, sir.

Macchina said:
Very cool story of what sounds like a great guy.

Could you possibly tell us a but more about the knife? What brand is it (it appears to be a Case) and are the handles dyed Bone? Was it decently sharp when you received it?

I'm not too sentimental about things, but I do think often about the knives I will pass on...
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It's a Case Sod Buster Jr. The handles are the black derlin and the knife will cut but it isn't sharp to my personal standards. lol
 
I don't think it's a sappy story at all. I see knives like this all the time in antique malls and always wonder about the story behind them.
 
I posted today's carry in another thread but thought you may like to see the photo, BMC. It's hard to see the smokey-ness in the handle but its there.

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r redden said:
Thank you for such a great story. It reminds me of my father-in-law Frank. My father died when I was young and the rest of my family had pretty well all died out by the time I was in my teens. I married my wife 36 yrs ago and her father Frank welcomed me into his family and took me under his wing. He was a small man about 5ft 6 and maybe weighed 140 lbs. but he was at the same time a giant of a man. He was born and raised in the mountains of Madison County in Western North Carolina. A hard life to say the least. No running water, electricity, indoor plumbing and such. A farmer that beat out a living from his land. He taught me so much from building, hunting, gardening, cutting timber to values like God Family and country and that honesty was the only way to live. These thing I was able to pass down to my sons and now the are being passed down to my grandsons. This was Franks knife always with him and always up to the task whether that was cutting off a chaw of tobacco or gutting a hog. Now it's not worth anything monetarily but no amount of money could buy it from me. It's an old Holub electricians knife that's beat up and well used. Here's to Smokey, Frank and all those Real men like them. Thanks again for this post it brought back a lot of great memories.

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This is the type of story that keeps me sticking to this forum! I loved it!
 
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