They already have them.!
Few years back me and the better half did a really major downsizing of our stuff. Household stuff, clothes, tools, stuff that wasn't being used anymore for a varitey of reasons.
One of the things I gave away was my knife and gun collection. I called over the kids, grandkids, nephews, nieces, old co-workers. One, I was drowning in possesions, and two, I wanted to give them this stuff while I was still alive and around to see them enjoy it. I told them to talk it over between themselves to divy it all up civily. They did after the protests of "This is your stuff, we don't want to take it from you!" I made it clear why I was doing this and they finally understood. It was interesting to see who coveted what.
It was so much fun seeing my grandson use and cherrish my old yellow handle Case peanut, and my daughter carry my old Victorinox huntsman in her purse and really use it time to time. The following fall, my son used my old Marlin 336 to bag a nice buck.
I kept just about a half dozen knives to play with, that's all I need now. A sak or two, 4 or 5 tradtional pocket knives, a mora for the day pack. I've reached an age where stuff is just stuff. My people, family, is way more important to me than my stuff. And now as a social security retirie, I don't need much stuff. A pocket knife in my jeans and a cane pole to go fishing with, and I'm happy. Some nice tobacco to go in my pipe and I'm exstatic.
If you're lucky, you reach an age where the toys don't matter anymore. But going fishing with your son and grandson and watching them use your old knives, is priceless.
Few years back me and the better half did a really major downsizing of our stuff. Household stuff, clothes, tools, stuff that wasn't being used anymore for a varitey of reasons.
One of the things I gave away was my knife and gun collection. I called over the kids, grandkids, nephews, nieces, old co-workers. One, I was drowning in possesions, and two, I wanted to give them this stuff while I was still alive and around to see them enjoy it. I told them to talk it over between themselves to divy it all up civily. They did after the protests of "This is your stuff, we don't want to take it from you!" I made it clear why I was doing this and they finally understood. It was interesting to see who coveted what.
It was so much fun seeing my grandson use and cherrish my old yellow handle Case peanut, and my daughter carry my old Victorinox huntsman in her purse and really use it time to time. The following fall, my son used my old Marlin 336 to bag a nice buck.
I kept just about a half dozen knives to play with, that's all I need now. A sak or two, 4 or 5 tradtional pocket knives, a mora for the day pack. I've reached an age where stuff is just stuff. My people, family, is way more important to me than my stuff. And now as a social security retirie, I don't need much stuff. A pocket knife in my jeans and a cane pole to go fishing with, and I'm happy. Some nice tobacco to go in my pipe and I'm exstatic.
If you're lucky, you reach an age where the toys don't matter anymore. But going fishing with your son and grandson and watching them use your old knives, is priceless.
