Identfy This Knife! (Pic)

[toothed]

I'll bet that knife has alot of interesting stories behind it. You've probably heard of that cable TV show, "If Walls Could Talk," just imagine "If Knives Could Talk."

 

[Buzzbait]

Western is now owned by Camillus. Posting the picture up in the Camillus forum should prompt some useful information.

 

[Bastid]

I'll post a copy of this thread in Camillus Forum.

 

[bob bowie]

That mark dates from the early 30's to the mid 50's. It's an Outer's pattern with a fish scaler back. The scales are pearl/cracked ice celluloid. Keep it in the open air, that celluloid gives off fumes that promote rust.

For the rust on the blade, coat it with Mineral oil, and see if you can rub it off with a soft cloth.

That brand is popular, I'd guess $50 - 75 if the rust comes up.

 

[Nic Ramirez]

Hey guys-

I was going through my grandpa's old fishing stuff and we came across a few of his knives.

I was wondering their approximate value. Now, that said, it is for curiosity's sake alone as even at a hundred thousand I have absolutely no intention of selling this knife.

Sorry for the crappy scan but the sheath is brown leather with acorns and oak leaves pressed into it.

The knife appears to be full tang with brass pins and mother of pearl scales.

The small inscription on the ricasso reads

"WESTERN"
"Boulder, Colorado"

Does anybody have any experience with this company? Any history or links would be appreciated.

Thanks Fellas-
Nic

 

[Nic Ramirez]

Thanks Buzz-

Can I get a moderator to copy this to the Camillus forum or should I just repost?

 

[Nic Ramirez]

Yes-

As I inspected the back more closely I was excited to discover that my grandpa had carved his name into the leather, probably with this very knife!

This is a treasured keepsake for me as my grandfather past away almost 20 years ago leaving to me his knives and his name etched in leather. It reads “Charles Simon.”

He was an avid woodsman, fisherman and artist. You all probably would have found him good company. My only memory of him was when he took me to a fish market as a child and held me close enough to touch the fish’s eyeballs.

Also in the attic we found boxes and boxes of those old wood hand-painted jigs and various fishing devices that must have been from his prime or his father’s day.

It’s funny how in my thousands of dollars of super steels by craftsmen I aspire to, somehow, a little factory knife manages to shine. This piece shall find a place of honor in my collection.