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Yesterday I mailed my Bowie off to Dave Ferry(Horsewright) for a new sheath and pants belt.
A few times since I've went to grab the knife, realized it was in the mail, and it made me feel weird.
"I wonder where it is?"
I thought.
"Is it in the truck or did someone take it inside for the night? Is it raining there?"
I picture two guys tossing packages to one another.
"Man, I hope someone doesn't drop it...............or worse!"
Let out a deep sigh.
"I'll be glad when Dave gets my knife"
Anybody else ever feel this way when you send off a knife? I've never felt this worried before. I miss it.



A few times since I've went to grab the knife, realized it was in the mail, and it made me feel weird.
"I wonder where it is?"
I thought.
"Is it in the truck or did someone take it inside for the night? Is it raining there?"
I picture two guys tossing packages to one another.
"Man, I hope someone doesn't drop it...............or worse!"
Let out a deep sigh.
"I'll be glad when Dave gets my knife"
Anybody else ever feel this way when you send off a knife? I've never felt this worried before. I miss it.
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