KaBar Fish Knife Giveaway *WINNER is oilburner*

[jujigatame]

I was seeing if I could trade this but since I had another knife recently come to me by good luck and generosity, like this one did, I figure it's just as well to pass it on.

Winner Selected - oilburner

The guidelines for the give away are as follows.

> Post your best fish story here in the thread. It can be true or maybe a bit of a fib , your experience or one that you heard. Whatever the case I imagine there are some entertaining tales out there.
> One entry per person. Your post number is your entry number.
> This will run until 12:00 PM EST on next Thursday, 12/8/11.
> Winning number will be chose by random.org generator.
> I will ship the knife anywhere, including overseas, but you are responsible for it being legal in your area.


The knife is a KaBar T75 fish knife. Description and pictures are below.

To see the condition I received the knife in please check the following link. http://www.bladeforums.com/forums/showthread.php/896420

The pictures shown in this thread are the knife as it looks now after my cleaning and sharpening efforts. Pictures taken 11/15/11.

The knife is 4 3/8" closed. Scales are in nice shape with no chips or cracks. The liners and springs have spots inside and out, moreso inside. Bolsters have no major marks or dings.

Action on the main blade is smooth. Good snap open and closed. Not a hard pull, call it 4/10. Blade has some wobble but I do not feel it would impede the function at all. I sharpened the blade on medium and fine Sharpmaker rods and have gotten a decent working edge on most of the blade save for the tip where there are still some nicks (shown in second to last picture below). Blade sits right of center when closed but does not contact the liner. The spring for this blade sits up a little when closed but is flush with the liners when open. Underbladed by maybe 1/16". Marked "Ka bar stainless" on the front side.

The scaler blade is not quite as smooth but certainly not rough. Pull is a bit stronger but not much. The liner lock on the scaler snaps into place firmly. The first inch or so of the scaler is missing, so you don't have the hook remover slot at the end. Still shows the inch markings. Spring for this blade is slightly shy when closed but flush with the liners when open. Underbladed a little more than the main blade.












Good luck and start casting.

 

[quattromori]

Nate, very generous of you, and nice knife with a nice story.
This is not an entry though...my relationship with fish usually starts after I buy it and take it into my kitchen

Fausto

 

[TheSharpStuff]

Im in, got a very interesting and true story.
It was a pretty slow day, I hadnt realy cought anything but a few lil guys. But I knew it would be a while before I could go fishing again, so I just kept on fishing with no luck.
But just when I was about to give up, I felt a very solid tugg on my line. The water was realy clear in the lake I was fishing in and I was in shallow water so I could see that it was a good size breem I was realing in.
But then Out of no where a massive bass swam out of a pile of brush and gulped of that freakin breem!!!(fish ception lol) So It was already close to the dock so I managed to bring the bass right to the dock, but as I went to get it out of the water it spat the damn breem out and swam off, never to be seen again...
:f7u12:
thanks for the opportunity! I hope you like my tale.

 

[Bigfattyt]

Cool!

I was out fishing with my grandma, and older brother. They were Bass fishing, and casting from the boat toward the lilly pads on the bank. I got bored, and started casting a huge wooden lure out towards the middle of the lake. The lure was a hand made 3 segment wooden lure. Very heavy. About 6-8 inches long. My grandma was amused because she said that the lure was way to big for anything in the lake to go after. I was using the lure just because it would cast LONG due to it's weight.

My older brother asked to use it. I just laughed, and traded him. His first cast, he caught the biggest bass anyone in the family has ever caught out of that lake in the 40 or so years we have been going up there (longer than I have been alive).

It was a monster big mouth (for the area). Something like 10 lbs if I remember the weight correctly!

In that same area, on an earlier trip, we had seen a mother duck and a trail of ducklings in the exact same spot. With a little ripple and a suck, the last duckling in the line would disappear, and not come back up. At the end, a big bass had taken all 4 ducklings in a row. The mother duck swam around frantic for quite a while.

I always wondered if it was the same big bass that had eaten the ducks!

 

[Triq]

That is a very generous giveaway!

Well, I was visisting at my Aunts camp about 25 years ago, I was just a kid. While out skipping stones i notices what looked like tad poles, hundreds of them right near the rocks on shore. I threw a few more stones and then went back to the tadpoles. Thats when i saw a very large hornpout swimming right up to the shore, I learned later that the "tadpoles" were hornpout fry. Well franticlly i ran to the beach hut (its the shed where we kept the boats and such) to look for a fishing pole. Everything in the hut was really in shambles, not a single pole had line on it; but there was a net! Ok it was nt really a fishing net, it was a kids butterfly net lol It was a plastic hoop with fine plastic mesh screen and it was stapeled to a 10" wooden dowel. I figured "why not" and took it to the shore. Several minutes went by and the Mawma hornpout came back into the shore line and i was waiting with my net. the fish swam over my net, i jerked it hard straight out of the water and over my head and it landed about 15' behind me, net and all!; succesfully catching the one and only hornpout of my life. It was a monster at about 9 inches long.

 

[oilburner]

This is a cool give-away, I'm in!
I have so many fish stories, I could write a book. I'll go with the one that I always go to...
It was about 1987, and it was another fishing day with my grandfather. We were fishing buddies, he started taking me with him when I was in about 3rd grade or so. We were at a family farm near the Catskills in NY, a kind of private lake bordered by 3 farms. The lake, maybe an 8 acre piece of water, was and is still to this day my favorite place to go, and it was a special family spot. My great grandfather used to fly fish there while his grandchildren fished with worms and bobbers from the shore. My grandfather could sit on the shore for an entire day and say nothing, just watch a bobber for hours, floating off the same point everytime we fished there, all the while my lack of patience would get the best of me and I would be reeling mine in to check the worm, to put the bobber out to a different spot, to let the hook down a little deeper or pick it up a bit. It was usually the two of us sitting in the tall grass on the bank, in almost complete silence, nothing needed to be said. (me being older now, I realize that a lot was being said, if you just listened).
Anyways, they always told us as we stopped at the farm house to say hello and tell them we would be up to the lake, to take the little flat bottom aluminum boat that rested against a fence. "You have to get out to the deep spots to get the big'uns", and everynow and then, we would throw the boat on the truck cap, and take it with us. This was one of those days. It was also one of those days where I wasn't catching a darn thing, and Grandpa was cleaning house. I was getting frustrated...correction, I WAS frustrated. After sitting in the same little boat for what seemed like hours and watching the old man reel in bass one after the other I had all but given up. He had a habbit, when we would take the john boat out, of spotting the schools of bait fish being herded across the surface of the water, and rowing to were he thought they were going, getting there before them, then casting into the middle of them when they were within casting distance with a worm on an eagle claw hook with a small spinner (the only hooks he ever used) and pulling out a couple fish as they went by. On this day, as we spotted the school of minnows moving across the water, I watched him rig two hooks on his line. Now keep in mind, he already had a stringer with a handfull of fish on the side of the boat, and I had pretty much given up, I'm just along for the ride. I watch him cast into the middle of the churning, rolling bait fish, and instantly his poll bends over with the wait of a bass, to which I'm not surprised. Untill, that is, he reels it up to the boat and lifts not just one, but two bass out on one line! I shook my head and muttered "you gotta be kidding me", just loud enough for him to hear it, and he starts laughing. I just dropped my line in straight of the edge of the boat and let it drop, not even closing the bail, I just let the hook and worm drop in disgust. As I closed the bail finally, not ready for anything at all, my fishing rod doubles over on itself, and I yelled "Holy crap"! and grabbed the rod with both hands. Grandpa starts laughing some more now, and as the little flat bottom boat begins to spin around as the fish takes off with my hook, he begins to laugh even harder. I remember it to this day, it was the loudest, most genuine laugh I ever heard out of him, I guess he was truly happy. I didn't have a long drawn out fight to get the fish in the boat, but it was the hardest pulling fish I had ever hooked to that point. When I brought it over the side and into the boat I excliamed another "Holy crap"! as a looked at a monster of a largemouth, to a 98 pound kid, a 6lb, 21" largemouth bass was huge. The boat had been drifting as grandpa had been reeling in his "two for one" bass deal, and when I dropped my line over the edge in disgust, it just happened to be right next to a small patch of lilly pads in a deeper portion of the small lake. The lunker had probably just about been hit on the nose by the worm, and it was my lucky day... after all. Honestly, the best memory of all the fishing days with my grandfather. He passed away in '97, and to this day, I can't hear his voice in my memories, he didn't talk much, but I remember his laugh on that day more than any other. For what it's worth, when I fish with worms, I won't use any other hooks than the Eagle Claw barbed worm hooks with the red beads and little spinners, they worked for Grandpa. And the day the farm is sold and I can fish there no more, I'm sure to shead a tear.
I even have the picture to go with it...

And this one was from my trip there this past summer with my father, and my 6yr old son's first trip there. family and fish'n...Good times.

 

[Jason Fry]

I used to go fishing with my dad alot, and now I get to take my son. He's 7 now, but we've already made some good stories together. One of my favorites was a time when he was about 3. We left mom and the baby at home and went out together in my old Skeeter. We didn't catch much that day, but toward the end of the trip I was throwing a plastic frog. He liked the trail it made as it swam across the water. About 6 feet off the front of the boat, a bass hit. Now, I fish frogs on a heavy rod with 50# braided line. When that fish hit, I laid into it good and the fish flew out of the water, over the bow of the boat, and into the water on the other side. My boy went nuts! "Daddy, daddy, the fish jumpted over the boat! It jumpted over the boat!" Wasn't much of a fish, two pounds or so, but sure was a good day.

 

[knarfeng]

I'm not in for the prize, but I'll tell you a true story.

Some 50 or so years ago we were on vacation at a lake, where we rented a boat. Mother liked to fish so in the mornings we would get up early and off we would go in the boat so Mother could fish. Dad didn't care to fish, but was happy as long as he was in the boat and there was beer to drink. I remember one morning Mother made a cast and the pole jerked right out of her hands. She was stunned, to say the least. She had another pole, and she continued fishing. When it came time to pull up the anchor, I was helping with the line and something stuck me. Her hook. She'd hooked the anchor line in the process of casting when the rod tip was pointed back behind her. When she moved the rod forward in the cast, the line pulled the rod out of her hand. We recovered the whole works, rod and reel. Who'da thunk it. It became a family story that got retold every so often.

 

[LKJW]

Damn, I shouldn't enter...but I did give away a fish knife on here. And I do collect them and do not have a Kabar. Forgive me.

My Dad and I were bass fishing on a hot clear day at a crystal clear lake I (and not very many other people) know about. It is the hardest fishing I have ever done. That's why I love going there. One guy actually goes in full camo and facepaint. The bass are spooky as hell and the water is like glass. And there are BIG bass in the lake.

So, we're fishing this cove, and watching a giant lunker swimming around. No dice of course, so we put on some beetlespins and start catching bluegill. Having fun hanging out with my old man. I let him use my rod. I was using an old collapsible from the 70's. I decide to head up to the next cove. I catch a small bass and a few more gills. Then I hear (from a man who rarely shows emotion and never yells from happiness) "Dan! DAN!!!!" I drop my rod and go running. Only to find my Dad grinning ear to ear holding the biggest Bass I've ever seen out of the water. I've caught some in the 8 pound range, but this was clearly the illusive 10, if not 11. I go tearing over there and we both hold the fish and I measure it so we can estimate the weight. The we throw her back. I ask my Dad, "What the hell?". We were both laughing so hard we could barely talk.

Turns out he caught a 3" gill on a tiny jig (hook the size of your pinky nail). Gills flounders and the bass charges. Misses. Charges again. Misses. Third times the charm, he sucks that little breem in and somehow the jig gets transferred to the bass and my Dad (who is a good fisherman) brings her in. On my rod. To his credit, he was the first to admit that if I hadn't had the drag set right it never would have happened. Man, it was a good day.

A few weeks later I was fishing the same lake and caught a 4 lber. Fought like hell. I was using light line. Finally get him in and the hook was not embedded anywhere. That bass just held on with Largemouth gumption. Here's a pic of my Dad and his lunker. Caught on MY rod. (for size comparison purposes, my Dad is on the shy side of 5'10" and about 170.

One in a million. Thanks for the chance. If I win, I'll do a give away. Promise.

 

[GLDNDomer]

This is NOT an entry.

Generous give-away and good idea with the fish stories. II actually posted in your first thread saying I also had a Kabar fish knife but without the hook sharpener. Whoever gets it better put it to good use! Mine cleans a mean catfish... And nice ones, too. haha
I've got a few fish stories, but they aren't as amazing as the above ones. Biggest fish I've ever caught is a 6lb largemouth, so not too much BIG experience, but I have been fishing for about 20 out of 21 years.

The story I like to tell the most is one that I don't even remember happening to me, and some of the best fishing stories AREN'T about catchin fish... When I was about two years old, my dad took me overnight camping to a lake out in the boondocks with a friend and his young son. Each dad brought a boat, mainly for late night frog-giggin purposes. After huntin frogs all night, we woke up early to try our luck at fishing. I was sitting in the back of our little john boat, I assume doing what 2-year-old boys do (starin at their daddy). My dad was in the front trolling around a few green deep-water trees and taking down some stripped fishin yo-yos. I don't know when he first realized that he was alone, but I bet he was shocked. He knew I couldn't swim, and he knew that we'd forgotten the life jackets. So he starts freakin out and calling my name. He retraces his path about 30 feet and finds me just a-smilin at him, bear-hugging a tree branch for dear life. Now we always have life-jackets, and I know how to swim. But the most important moral of this fishin story is to always yell "Fish!" when you've got a lunker on the line, and always yell "Duck!" when you've got a little boy in the back of the boat...

 

[Triq]

the most important moral of this fishin story is to always yell "Fish!" when you've got a lunker on the line, and always yell "Duck!" when you've got a little boy in the back of the boat...

excellent advice lol

 

[WA Martin]

I went fishing with my family out on East Nelson Creek in Plumas County, CA when I was probably about 12.

We had worked our way down the creek and back into the beaver ponds. We got to a place where the creek was wide and flowed down around a bend, under a willow bush. I was using an old collapsible fly road with an old fly rod and who knows how old backing and about 6' of leader with a single hook and half a worm on it. I finally got enough line worked out and positioned just right to drift down the creek, under that willow, and around the bend. I got a bite and why I didn't try to reel I don't know, I don't know how to fly fish, I reefed back on the rod and just kept up the pressure. All of a sudden a fish comes flying out of the water and sails back over my head, over the top of what seemed to be 15' tall willows. I wasn't sure what to do. Just then I hear my dad calling my name and asking what I was doing. I remember yelling, "Dad, get my fish. Dad, that's my fish. Get my fish, Dad!"

Dad got my fish. For once I didn't get paddled for such shenanigans. I must have amused my dad although he regained his composure before I got around the willows to collect my fish. Oh yeah: Eastern Brook trout, 14.5", about two pounds? Well, I know it was 14.5" long. The weight might just be a young kids dreams....

Thanks for the chance. I promise not to cut the end of my thumb off with this one if I win.

 

[TLARbb]

I'd like to get in on this give away as I don't currently have a fish knife and have been wanting to get one just like the one you are giving away.

My fondest fishing memories are of taking my boys fishing when they were young and showing them how to fish. I remember one afternoon we had been fishing in a couple of the farm ponds on my parent's place and we had caught a few nice bass for the frying pan. The boys had been fishing with spinner baits (H&H brand) and some plastic worms which I had taught them to fish with. As we were packing up to head home, my oldest son spied a Cotton Cordell "Boy Howdy" topwater lure in the tackle box and asked me what it was. After I explained the bait to him, he asked "How do you fish with that?". So, I tied it onto my line and we walked back to the pond and I made a medium length cast parallel to the shoreline or "the bank" here in north Louisiana. After the lure hit the water, I explained to him that I was going to retreive it in short twitches of the rod tip. I then made the first twitch and the water erupted around the lure and I hooked and landed a largemouth between 4 and 5 pounds. No scale to weigh it and no camera to record it. But my son was duly impressed. Sometimes you get lucky at just the right time. Now he has to take me fishing. He still carries that Boy Howdy in his tackle box. It's old and the color is faded, but he still fishes it occasionally and it will still catch fish.

Ed J

 

[silenthunterstudios]

Thanks for the chance.

I wasn't quite 10, maybe 8 or 9, when I went fishing with my father and uncles. We rented a pontoon boat, and putted around the bays of Ocean City, MD. No one got anything the entire trip, except for yours truly, and all I got was a small sunfish. I asked how much I was going to get for the sunny, as if it was a tropy gamefish. To me, it was. To add to insult to injury, we were on a small pontoon boat remember, I almost pulled a "Funny Farm " (put a hook in someone's face ala the old Chevy Chase movie) when I casted over my shoulder with no care for those around me. After my father and uncles taught me the intricacies of casting, with much emphasis, we decided to cruise around a little bit more. Well, we got caught on a big sand bar just east of the Rte 50 bridge. Yes, a little alchyhol might've been involved, I don't remember. I also may have been persistent in voicing my queries of how much my fish would net me, and when we would get moving, I probably had to go to the bathroom. I've had some "interesting" trips fishing with my family, but this one stands out in my mind.

 

[Art_Vandeley]

Great giveaway, very generous of you.

Well, 2 years ago when I was still working in the Navy, I had guard duty on base. There was nothing to do, so I was lurking around at the docks talking to some mates. A car came around with the girl from the cantina, bringing us coffee. We got talking, and the other guys had do go do something, so me and the cantina girl sat by the docks, drinking coffee and talking. I told her even tho I don`t eat fish I liked to fish. She dared me to show my skills, and on the first throw I got a good sized Cod. I threw it back again, and made a bet. I bet her I could catch 2 fish in 1 minute. If I managed to pull it off she`d go on a date with me.

I didn`t catch a single one. But she still went on a date with me nevertheless. In her words:" You really tried, and thats what counts." We`ve been together ever since.

 

[Psyop]

Thanks Im in

My story is true but I dont usually tell it because it sounds like a "Fish Story"

I was working for my Uncle mowing grass, he has a 1 acre pond we had went back to his house for our one hour lunch break. I decided to do a bit of fishing, all i had was my ultra light with 4lb test. After about 20 mins with a crappie jig and no hits I was pretty bored. I put a Heddon tiny torpedo frog colored on and the 2nd or 3rd cast it was hit by a huge bass. I fought it a bit but was lucky that it was close to the bank. I got the bass it weighed 9lbs 6oz. The biggest one I have ever caught and I was just fooling around lol.

 

[jujigatame]

Some really good stories so far.

 

[CUTS LIKE A KRIS]

I was doing a research study in Nauyak Lake, Nunavut; at the edge of the arctic ocean. We were there to catch Eider ducks, band some, satellite receivers put in others- caught using a 5000 square foot mist net. Both of the men on the study got the midnight shift, as the 'ladies' couldn't stay awake all night (in 24 hr daylight), and incidentally that was when 95% of the ducks were caught (I did the math after, but my issues with the study can wait).

We had just put up the net, and no ducks were flying, so my coworker decided to do some fishing. He grew up in the cabin nearby, and was even featured in National Geographic as a kid from this location, and being Inuit was his right. Not having a license (even 800km away from nearest town) I decided to sit back and watch his style. Around here there isn't much fish in little rivers, so I was intrigued to see where and how he fished. I later learned that his technique was cast out, reel in and hope fish bites (like mine- I suck at fishing).

I was nicely relaxed when I heard him shout 'got one' after about 5 minutes. I look up expecting to see him reeling it in, but instead he walked to the shore with the rod held behind him, no reeling or fighting. I was surprised, ad I have never seen somebody not reel their fish in, so I ran to the water in time to watch a 10# arctic char swim BACKWARDS away from me!!! This was my first trip onto the tundra away from 'civilization' but even this Kablunak knows fish don't swim backwards!

What happened was he snagged the fish about 1/2" from the border of the tail fin, and because the fish was being dragged backwards it didn't fight in the least. He walked it to shore like nothing!
Oddest fish catch I have ever seen- glad I took pics of the fish with barb attached, now to find them and scan them in!

 

[Goozle63]

A past fishing trip with a good buddy turned into a life long memory. After fishing for hours with no luck we decided to change tactics. We would now catch our fish with nets. Seemed like a good plan until my buddy got too close to the edge. As he swooped down for a big bass he slipped in the pond. The mud was thick and the slope steep and slick. I spent the next ten minutes pulling him from the muck. We caught no fish that day and he lost a shoe but it was one of the most memorable fishing trips of my life.


J.D.

 

[timbit]

As a boy, I had always wanted to go fishing with my dad. My dad always promised to bring my brother and I out to the river, but much to our dissapointment he never did. Fast forward 20 years. I have the opportunity to go salmon fishing on the Fraser River in BC (world class fishing here) with my father in law. He invited my brother, which was nice. My very time out fishing for anything bigger than trout and I landed a 40 lb spring on my first cast! I went on to catch 3 ~10 lb sockeyes that day as well. My brother hooked 2 springs, but didn't land either of them. He did manage to land 3 ~9-12 lb sockeyes. We were both exstatic with the results, and have been avid fishers since. Good times were had by all, and much sashimi and smoked salmon was consumed by all parties involved.

Thanks for the chance to win a generous prize!

timbit