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Today I gave my step son my oldest possession, my Camillus Marine Combat knife. I don't know the model number, but I do have a picture.
I got this knife February 14th, 1992 at the RAF Bentwaters Air Force base in England at the ripe old age of 11. After several moves, my mothers many husbands, and much youthful stupidity, that knife is all I have left from my childhood.
He recently earned his Tote'em Chit in Boy Scouts, and showed that he was going to be very responsible with bladed tools. He has continually impressed me with how much he has accomplished.
Anyways, thought you guys might get a kick out of seeing a great Camillus blade get passed along to a younger generation.
I showed him how sharp it was after 18 years of hand sharpening with a whetstone or ceramic rod and he almost shit himself. It cut a hair in half lengthwise as I was shaving my arm with it (which I told him not to do until he had many years with a knife under his belt, and also showed him the scar this particular knife gave me when it sliced me open in a moment of stupidity, a scar that is about two inches long and was almost an inch deep) with no pressure at all.
I got this knife February 14th, 1992 at the RAF Bentwaters Air Force base in England at the ripe old age of 11. After several moves, my mothers many husbands, and much youthful stupidity, that knife is all I have left from my childhood.
He recently earned his Tote'em Chit in Boy Scouts, and showed that he was going to be very responsible with bladed tools. He has continually impressed me with how much he has accomplished.
Anyways, thought you guys might get a kick out of seeing a great Camillus blade get passed along to a younger generation.
I showed him how sharp it was after 18 years of hand sharpening with a whetstone or ceramic rod and he almost shit himself. It cut a hair in half lengthwise as I was shaving my arm with it (which I told him not to do until he had many years with a knife under his belt, and also showed him the scar this particular knife gave me when it sliced me open in a moment of stupidity, a scar that is about two inches long and was almost an inch deep) with no pressure at all.
