Tomorrow it will be two weeks on our trip, and for the last several days in Georgetown Texas, looking at houses, doing a hike a day, eating too much, having a good time. It's been educational at times, and a few unexpected things. My needs for a knife has been the same here as home, in spite of the greatly different terrain and vegetation. The peanut and classic has been used everyday at least once, and the infernal plastic blister packaging seems to be a universal curse no matter if in Maryland or Texas, or on the road someplace in between.
The country side here is out and out brush country, with lots of prickly pear. A lot of the cactus has a red friut on them, and if peeled very carefully, is somewhat like a mango. There's these little sticker things, so the peeling has to be done with great care, and the thin pointy blade of the peanut does a good job. Sometimes you have to use a second blade to hold the thing, or you get tiny spikes in your fingers, so the classic was my "fork" while the peanut did the peeling.
Ironically, there's way less places to get away from civilization here in Georgetown than Maryland. The suburban spawn seems to be Texas sized, and even the outer parks and trails around Lake Georgetown are not without civilization showing itself, so I really haven't needed much of a knife. The two inch blade of the 'nut is enough, and leaves room in pockets for other stuff, like Cutter snake bite kit, small flashlight, monocular, etc. Sighted one full size rattle snake, and one tiny one.
Had one contact with another traditional knife carrier. We were at a little hole in the wall BBQ joint, and utensils were flimsy plastic. My ribs were cut about 3/4 thru, and I used the peanut to slice all the way, to enjoy the succulent meat one rib at a time. Older fella at the next wooden picnic table was looking closely, and expressed an interest in what I had. Wiping it off on a paper napkin, I handed over the peanut, and he admired it, and handed me his 20 plus year old Old Time 8OT stockman. Carbon blades stained a very dark gray. He's been the only knife guy I've met, although around Georgetown and Round Rock I've seen the clips in pockets of the younger crowd. Karen's youngest sister's fella, Ronnie, carries a modern clipped to his pocket. Somehow it seems fitting to meet a fellow traditional knife guy at a hole in the wall BBQ joint.
Leaving in a day or two for Mission Viejo California to see more work related displaced family, so I don't know what will be in store there. We do have one weekend trip slated for Lake Arrowhead, and maybe some fishing, so the 'nut may clean some fish bellies yet on this trip. We'll see.
Carl.
I know I'm a few days late, but I don't think I've carried anything other than the 3 I chose since the 15th. What really pushed me into doing this was seeing that Carl switched and chose his Peanut. When he said he decided to carry something other than his Peanut, I felt like someone told me that Santa Clause wasn't real...
I don't carry my Peanut every day, but for some reason I like knowing that you do, Carl. 
