I woke early and Ben snuck me in before those ABS vultures got to the stag and ivory. If you've never seen a grown man in a cowboy hat rifling through Rubbermaid plastic bins on his hands and knees, you don't know what you're missing. I wasn't looking for anything in particular, but learned a lot just watching everyone appraise the handle materials that morning. I ended up deciding to stick to knives this trip, and bought nothing, without remorse.
The actual show the first morning was something of a blur. I know that I finalized a deal with Cliff on the gold lip liner lock, and picked up Lisch's super cool walrus tusk push dagger. I met John White, Karl Anderson, Lin Rhea, Jerry Fisk, Tad Lynch, JR Cook, Joel Chamblin and Gary Mulkey (and a bunch of folks I'm forgetting) and got to see their incredible work. John's big walrus chopper was one of the more dramatic pieces of the show.
While arranging for a sheath for the push dagger, I was mocked, harangued, chided, and belittled by Paul Long. I think he likes me

I had to construct a cardboard sheath for the push dagger because its odd shape couldn't be accommodated by any of Uncle Al's cases and Paul didn't want to wrap it in his spare undies to get it home, the way Dave had brought it. Needless to say, in a room full of craftsman, my handy work was a cause of no small amount of mirth. Sorry folks, no pictures.
I did a burger run for the boys as everyone was starting to look a little peckish, got some burger grease on their Damascus, and headed to my room for what would end up being a long nap.
Seth