Peanut bonding.

[spydutch]

Greetings you all.

Just the strangest thing...
A few days ago I said I prefered my Tiny Texas Toothpick over my Peanut because of more ease of pocket carry.
However that tiny little 2 blader keeps calling one way or another and maybe I should do the bandana trick after all.

In the 2 years that I have it we have been through quite a lot.
It seems that every time there is something harsh or emotional the Peanut is in my pocket.

Two years ago my Mom got hospitalized because of a mild bleeding in her brains.
The little Peanut cut the flowers she got from visitors at the hospital.
When I visited my dad's grave with her when she got better the Peanut cut a sturdy branch to make a make shift shovel to make the environment of the little grave tidy.
It put holes in my mom's get well cards when she was at the rehabilitation centre.

When I had to get my son from his mom because they didn't get along anymore at that time, my Peanut was in my pockt.

My son opened numerous packages with it and so have I.

This is the very first time I have real bonding feelings with a knife.
Didn't have it with any of my Spyderco's or my modified Opnels.

I wonder if there are any of you who has the same.
Of course I know about Carl with his damast Peanut

Here is a half decent pic of my trusty "old" friend.

Thanx for reading:thumbup:

 

[jackknife]

Sometimes it takes some physical or mental adversity to bond with something. Stress can be a funny thingwhen it comes to an object that relieves stress.

When member Jamie gifted me the damascus peanut, it was the time I went in the O.R. att he V.A. hospital for surgery on my right foot. The VA was trying to do some work to relieve problems from the original injury that I had in the army. Years and wear and tear on the injured joints that had been once shattered had resulted in constant pain, and my doctor at the VA was alrmed by my increasing Vicoden consumption. They figured to do some repair work. When the knife arrived in the mail, I was on the start of a month on crutches, with zero weight bearing on the right foot. It was a long month, and the amber bone peanut became a worry stone when I was frustrated by the home confinement. After the month was over, there was physical rehabilitation to go through, and pain to put up with. Going to rehab every other day, I got up tight on the drive in, and I'd find my hand in my pocket using the peanut as a worry stone. It helped in a weird way. After rehab, Karen would drive me home, and instead of a Vicoden, I'd worry stone feel the amber bone scales.

Hanging around the house, I opened a lot of mail, did a lot of paperwork, and left the peanut with the pen blade open on my desk as a letter opener. Reading a book, I'd often be surprised finding the peanut in my hand, unconscious of having picked it up. If I left the desk, before I'd stand up on my crutches, I'd swipe the blade closed and drop it in my pocket. If I was sitting outside, or Karen had driven us to the park, I'd be sitting on a bench sometimes whittling a barber pole out of a stick, or something else. Over the course of the month of April 2011, the little peanut became more and more part of me. I eventually fund that I wasn't carrying any other knives much. Even now, a year and a half later, it's rare I carry anything else but the peanut in my pocket. If I know some heavy duty or dirty cutting is going to take place, I may slip a Opinel or the old Wenger SI in a pocket. But any other knife is to augment, not replace the peanut.

By the time May 2011 rolled around, I had become very attached to the peanut, and to this day, it does 99% of what I need of a pocket knife. It's like coming out on the other side of a painful time, there was a rebirth of my life and a new knife to go with it. Weird I know, but there it is.

Carl.

 

[thatotherguy]

My knife career has been the old journey for "the one". Buy a knife I liked in the store, carry it a while and approve or reject it. The approved knives went into a rotation, rejected ones either went to the bottom of a drawer or on display depending on how pretty they were. I got a Peanut way before I found this place, at a (now closed) local hardware store with a Case display (bought my first Case knife there). I needed (or thought I did) a replacement for my yella CV mini trapper. I went in with no ambitions or expectations other than to find a different pattern in bone and stainless steel. The 'Nut called my name, I handled it a bit and decided I would take it. I found out later that it was a CV 'Nut in dark red jigged bone. I never could get used to it at the time, so I oiled it up so it wouldn't rust too badly and put it in the rejected knife drawer. It wasn't until I found this subforum and started reading Jackknife's 'Nutty stories that I decided to give it another shot. I dropped it in my pocket one day and set out to find things to cut with the little bugger. After that day, the rest is history. I have had other traditionals in the rotation (for example I have an Utica stockman in there right now) but none of them have stayed in my pocket for long. The 'Nut has been a constant companion on countless camping trips, hunting weekends, travels, through the good and the bad, the pretty and the ugly. It has never let me down. Every time I look at that knife I remember somewhere I was with it in my pocket, or something I did. It's cut everything from tape to lunch. I've practiced survival skills with it. It even went on a kayaking trip with me, in the drybag.
When I wear it out, I have another brand new one just like it on standby. Hopefully I won't need it for another decade or three.