So I have a table at a local knifeshow. This show is put on by one of the largest knife dealers in Alabama so it draws a large crowd and Alabama has a robust knife making community. Anyway, an old timer walks in that apparently helped create the tool we know as knives and knows everything about them. He walks up to my buddy’s table, holds a knife up to his ear and thumps it…says, “I can tell how consistent your grind is by how it rings”. My buddies like “that’s cool” while rolling his eyes because it’s a brut de forge knife. The old timer walks around performing various “tests” on other knives and comes back to my buddy’s table, picks up his most expensive knife and says “if I flex this and it returns true I’ll buy it”. Buddy is like, “okay?.?.?” at that point the old timer literally tries to break the knife on the table. Fortunately my buddy knows his heat treat so the knife is fine and the old man buys it. At that point he steps over to my table and starts handling my knives with reckless abandon. Out of concern for his safety I respectfully said “be careful they’re very sharp”. At this point something amazing happened. He looks at me and says “doesn’t matter how sharp they are, if you don’t drag them they won’t cut.” and he takes one of my best knives and starts chopping his forearm with it like a hatchet. Now I need to point out that whether you love my knives or hate them they have a reputation on the local scene for having absolutely unforgiving and indiscriminate edges. He looks at me and says “see, nothing” about 5 seconds later as he is educating me about sharp edges blood starts rolling down his forearm. I said “watch your shirt there” to which he replied “I scraped it on my screen door this morning…” I was almost speechless and the other makers around me were in shock. It was incredible!
Anyway, I got almost $300 out of the encounter…