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The modern knife, a Gerber Gator folder, the traditional knife, a 4" single edge Scandinavian grind blade with a simple guardless spindle shaped handle carved of French boxwood.
Ok, here's the story. This past weekend was opening of Texas' deer season (gun). A buddy of mine who lives in the country witnessed a terrified deer unsuccessfully leap a fence, getting itself tangled and seriously injured in the process. My friend was not going to let the deer continue to suffer until it finally expired, and he was not going to let it die in vain. That's right, he shot it and butchered it. He started out with the Gerber Gator on his belt, which, in his words "wasn't working well, and got dull quick". Frustrated, he went into the house to have a cup of coffee, and there he remembered the old belt knife I made him was hanging over the fireplace mantle. Down it comes off the peg, and back he goes to the deer, where he was in for an education. He had always discounted the knife I made him as quaint and primitive since it was nothing more than a simple blade with a simple wooden handle. It took that deer apart like a laser scalpel! By the time he got down to cutting steaks and stew meat it had gotten a little dull. Out comes the chakma from his 18" Kobra, and he uses it and a strop just like I taught him in Afghanistan.
He popped into my office this morning with a big grin and a nice hunk of tenderloin for me. Wanted to know if I might find time to make a knife for his father, and muttering something about "piece of junk rubber handled stainless steel knives".
Sarge
Ok, here's the story. This past weekend was opening of Texas' deer season (gun). A buddy of mine who lives in the country witnessed a terrified deer unsuccessfully leap a fence, getting itself tangled and seriously injured in the process. My friend was not going to let the deer continue to suffer until it finally expired, and he was not going to let it die in vain. That's right, he shot it and butchered it. He started out with the Gerber Gator on his belt, which, in his words "wasn't working well, and got dull quick". Frustrated, he went into the house to have a cup of coffee, and there he remembered the old belt knife I made him was hanging over the fireplace mantle. Down it comes off the peg, and back he goes to the deer, where he was in for an education. He had always discounted the knife I made him as quaint and primitive since it was nothing more than a simple blade with a simple wooden handle. It took that deer apart like a laser scalpel! By the time he got down to cutting steaks and stew meat it had gotten a little dull. Out comes the chakma from his 18" Kobra, and he uses it and a strop just like I taught him in Afghanistan.
He popped into my office this morning with a big grin and a nice hunk of tenderloin for me. Wanted to know if I might find time to make a knife for his father, and muttering something about "piece of junk rubber handled stainless steel knives".


Sarge