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I took my parents, who came up from Minnesota to visit, to spend some time in the great outdoors a couple days ago. Our plan was to do some beach combing, have a campfire, and roast some dogs.
As I was splitting some of the logs up for kindling, my mom burst out laughing, saying she had never seen anyone beating on a knife before. It was so funny she had to take a picture.
Once the fire was burning we started looking for some good sticks for cooking the dogs. My dad, who is currently walking with a cane, grabbed my Busse ASH1 and headed for the trees. "Dad, wait...use this one," I said, as I reached out with a smaller folder. "No way," he said; "I need a real man's knife!" And off he hobbled with my "pigsticker."
Great day! Not only did I get to beat on a few knives, I got to show off for the parents and get a couple good chuckles at the same time.
As I was splitting some of the logs up for kindling, my mom burst out laughing, saying she had never seen anyone beating on a knife before. It was so funny she had to take a picture.
Once the fire was burning we started looking for some good sticks for cooking the dogs. My dad, who is currently walking with a cane, grabbed my Busse ASH1 and headed for the trees. "Dad, wait...use this one," I said, as I reached out with a smaller folder. "No way," he said; "I need a real man's knife!" And off he hobbled with my "pigsticker."
Great day! Not only did I get to beat on a few knives, I got to show off for the parents and get a couple good chuckles at the same time.