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I love how a good carbon steel tells it’s story with a dark patina, I’ll even take the scratches left on a decent stainless, I love how jigged bone smooths over with time letting you know it wasn’t left behind, but none of those things hit me the way stag does when it ages, stag is something different.
A good burnt stag starts off with a nice deep, dark tone that cuts through the popcorn, it separates the ridges and crevices with an abyss that in large resembles the dark valleys that cut through a jagged mountain range. The bright reddish/orange hues that form from the burning process take on the colors of autumn leaves, but in time that darkness fades and the brightness of those colors dwindle mellowing into a warmth of buckskin, a soft tan of sorts. The sharp ridges are now worn smooth, the peaks planed down by the denim, yet the stag retains its special ability to remain grippy in spite of wet hands, making it perfect for hunting the hillside, or working the fields.
Here is a special one I gifted my step dad on Father’s Day shortly after he married my mom.
When they first met he carried a cheap thumb stud, pocket clip clanker. He was extremely appreciative to have this one and it went right into his pocket.
And without fail he has carried it.
With the everyday use it didn’t take long for the patina to start and the etch to fade.
A good burnt stag starts off with a nice deep, dark tone that cuts through the popcorn, it separates the ridges and crevices with an abyss that in large resembles the dark valleys that cut through a jagged mountain range. The bright reddish/orange hues that form from the burning process take on the colors of autumn leaves, but in time that darkness fades and the brightness of those colors dwindle mellowing into a warmth of buckskin, a soft tan of sorts. The sharp ridges are now worn smooth, the peaks planed down by the denim, yet the stag retains its special ability to remain grippy in spite of wet hands, making it perfect for hunting the hillside, or working the fields.
Here is a special one I gifted my step dad on Father’s Day shortly after he married my mom.
When they first met he carried a cheap thumb stud, pocket clip clanker. He was extremely appreciative to have this one and it went right into his pocket.
And without fail he has carried it.
With the everyday use it didn’t take long for the patina to start and the etch to fade.
My #73 hasn't aged as much but the journey getting there is the fun part. It certainly has tales to tell
