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Old Friends... Worth Their Weight in Gold.
Thanks for the rundown on the military and scouting knives, Jack. It makes sense that the Admiralty would be your senior service, and maybe as Islanders you've been more aware of your marine wilderness than some of us more woodsocentric types.I don't know Jer, I'll have to look that up sometime
Boy Scouts carried sheath knives, so if you hear someone here refer to a 'Scout Knife', that's generally what they're talking about. Here's an old one by Maleham & Yeoman, but they were produced en masse with leather and stag handles.
I guess it was assumed that boys would all have a pocket knife anyway, but there were some folding Boy Scout knives produced, later just like the US Scout knives, and earlier like the ones you describe, though they are rare I think.
The first military knives issued to the British forces were issued by the Admiralty, which helps to explain the marlin spike I think. The first British army knives issued had a can-opener, but no marlin spike, but one was added later, and on future knives excepting those issued to troops in the Far East (the Burma Knife). Ibberson's were one of many Sheffield firms who made Girl Guide knives, but they also made identical small yachting knives
By coincidence, one of my Old Friends today is a Camillus BSA Whittler, which I won in one of r8shell 's giveaways some years back, and for which she kindly made this well-designed pocket sheath
My other Old Friend is my 2017 Guardians Lambsfoot
Old Friends... Worth Their Weight in Gold.
Poor old lambsfoot that stood derelict in a drawer
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Thanks for the rundown on the military and scouting knives, Jack. It makes sense that the Admiralty would be your senior service, and maybe as Islanders you've been more aware of your marine wilderness than some of us more woodsocentric types.
I went in with Dad on a grab-bag of Bruckmanns back in the days of phone-ordering from paper catalogues. So this is pretty old to me.
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Nice to see that old BSA Whittler, Jack!By coincidence, one of my Old Friends today is a Camillus BSA Whittler, which I won in one of r8shell 's giveaways some years back, and for which she kindly made this well-designed pocket sheath
Nice to see that old BSA Whittler, Jack!
For Old Friends Friday (and Shark Week) I pulled out this old BuckSkin to carry.
Made in 1988, I believe, it was a gift from a late ex boyfriend, who was well trained in gift giving.
This 1979 Eisenhower was a Christmas gift. Given to me in 1979 by my late father. I was truly blessed to have a wonderful father. He was also my best friend. He passed in 2009 and there’s not a single day goes by that I don’t think about him. For years he would give me a knife for Christmas. They were usually a Case, but sometimes Bokers, because that’s what our local hardware store sold. A couple of years he got me a Kissing Crane Canoe. These he usually got from the train crew that came every day to switch the train yard. They would bring in wood haulers filled with pulp wood for the local paper mill and empty box cars. Then they would take out the box cars filled with newsprint paper (remember those relics) and the empty wood haulers. Most all of the train crews I ever meet were big knife guys. Buying, trading or selling was a common sight in the depots. Also some of the most colorful commentary you could imagine! This exposure helped to make me a knife lover at an early age. And I’m sorry to say, but in my younger years I may have also uttered a few expletives.
Thank you my friend!Fascinating post Ron, and a very special Old Friend
Great post, Ron. My dad passed 15 years and one week ago today. He always had a knife in his pocket, and he gifted me many over my younger years. I too think of my dad everyday. Not a bad thing, but bittersweet.This 1979 Eisenhower was a Christmas gift. Given to me in 1979 by my late father. I was truly blessed to have a wonderful father. He was also my best friend. He passed in 2009 and there’s not a single day goes by that I don’t think about him. For years he would give me a knife for Christmas. They were usually a Case, but sometimes Bokers, because that’s what our local hardware store sold. A couple of years he got me a Kissing Crane Canoe. These he usually got from the train crew that came every day to switch the train yard. They would bring in wood haulers filled with pulp wood for the local paper mill and empty box cars. Then they would take out the box cars filled with newsprint paper (remember those relics) and the empty wood haulers. Most all of the train crews I ever meet were big knife guys. Buying, trading or selling was a common sight in the depots. Also some of the most colorful commentary you could imagine! This exposure helped to make me a knife lover at an early age. And I’m sorry to say, but in my younger years I may have also uttered a few expletives.
Thanks Gary! I never knew your father, but I know if he liked knives he would have loved your Lloyd my friend!Great post, Ron. My dad passed 15 years and one week ago today. He always had a knife in his pocket, and he gifted me many over my younger years. I too think of my dad everyday. Not a bad thing, but bittersweet.
He would have loved the Lloyd I carry most days, which is fast becoming an old friend.
It’s great how something like a pocketknife can make us think about the most important man in our lives!Half/Stop and Peregrin - Gary and Ron; I can relate to your posts about your Fathers. A strange thing that I experienced after my Father's passing was that whenever something would happen that I thought would interest him, I'd pick up the phone to call him for about the first six months after he passed.
Although he didn't give this Puma to me, I carried it often when I was with him.
Henckels with the twins stamp, Germany; Ulster 183Y; big coke-bottle with no name. I remember anguishing over the $40 the big one cost, but I think it was worth it. It's a very solidly built knife.