Now that's pocketworn!

[Thalestin]

Great looking knife. I bet it has seen many great adventures in its day And hopefully many more to come. Pretty neat that someone used that little guy for so many cutting tasks. I wonder what it was primarily used for

 

[Pipeman]

Did someone say one eyed three legged Cats ???? I love old wrecks. Here are two recent aquisitions, well worn but still full of life. A WR Case and son from 1901 to 1905 ish and an early Blish, Mize and Sillman hardware.

Great thread

Regards

Robin

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[arizonaranchman]

Nice old classics there Pipeman, wow those have seen LOTS of use!

 

[Pipeman]

Nice old classics there Pipeman, wow those have seen LOTS of use!

The Blish had a huge, wide spear. I think it's about 1/3rd of what it was. It had a huge kick that was ground flat to keep the tip buried. Still takes a great edge.

Regards

Robin

 

[Amos Iron Wolf]

it might be pocketworn but it wasnt your pocket that made it that way.

No, but there is something sort of magical about handling and using such a knife. Sitting just running it through your fingers while you wonder where it's been, who used it and carried it so often as a part of their life? What did they do with it? How did they come by it and what, if anything, did it mean to them?

When you use it, if you open yourself up a little, can you feel a little presence and connection with that person you never knew, but can feel a certain kinship with? Feel part of the tradition and brotherhood in the warmth of the bone or wood against your hand as you cut with it.

Take a close look at those blades worn by years of purposeful sharpening. The character and shape molded by actual use. Then close your eyes and listen. You can almost hear the rhythmic sounds of the blade stroking against the stone and the swish across the leather as the final stropping is done.

Sure, it's fanciful and pretty much just the power the knife evokes in our imagination. But for many it's the "tradition" that makes traditional knives such a draw to many of us.

Being a po boy and wanting to build up a small collection/rotation of pipes when I was smoking a pipe I bought a few small lots of pre-owned, estate pipes off of ebay that I then cleaned and sterilized. One was an old, no name Rhodesian pattern that I got for basically pennies. When I got it the cake was so thick that there was barely room to feed the tobacco in. I'm surprised it didn't crack the bowl. But as I cleaned it and sterilized that old pipe, and later as I smoked it, I couldn't help but wonder about the old fellow to whom this old pipe have obviously been a long time companion. Was it his only pipe? Was it just one of two or three? Was it a favorite of his? What thoughts did he think over, where did his sit, what did it mean for him to take that break and smoke that common man's pipe? Did he take it on walks? In the country? The city? What did he do for a living or for relaxation? Was he a farmer, a fisherman, a preacher, or maybe even a good for nuthin, cranky old coot that no one liked?

Those are some of the reasons many of us are drawn to and appreciate such things. Some of us are vintage ourselves. So we remember those before us even if we didn't know them individually.