They say truth is always the best thing, and I have to admit to the faithful that I have sinned. I have let down the cult.
I'm leaving tomorrow for our Key West vacation, and am looking forward to fishing, snorkeling, drinking, seeing the sights, more drinking, maybe some bicycle touring, cigar shop touring, and maybe some more drinking. I've discovered a new drink that a friend recommended, nice cold gin and tonic. I like it. But to my sin.
Facing the fact that I had to mail a knife to myself at the Southern most point guest house, for reasons of traveling light and not checking bags because of the 25 dollar a bad fee. I sat and tried to pick what knife I was going to trust to the mail. Keping in mind that things get lost in themail all the time, I just couldn't let something go that was either impossible to replace, or damm hard to replace. I just couldn't let my trusty precious, my damascus peanut go in the mail system. I looked at my chestnut bone peanut, with the great dark patina that has taken a few years to build up, and couldn't let that go. Neither could I commit my S. Dauvi pocket puuko go. I don't know who S. Dauvi is, but he made a heck of a knife that cuts well and holds a great edge. My new easy open jack from Gus? No way!
I realized that anything I send could go astray, so I flinched.
I had a moment of weakness.
I doubted my faith in the cult, and so let it down.
I sinned.
I sent a SAK to myself. A Victorinox recruit to be exact.
I figured if it went missing in action, it was essentially a disposable knife. There's a 'Mart in Key West, and they carry SAK's, so I can just get another. I don't have to hand pick a SAK, they are all alike with reliable fit and finish. They are recognized, so I can just gift it to one of the fishing guides, or someone before I leave, so I don't have to worry about mailing it home.
So there it is, the Grand High Muckba of the cult is going on vacation in a tropical island paradise for a week, and the only knife I'm going to have is a SAK. So, the only honorable thing in my eyes is to resign my Muckbaship. Maybe one of the other cult members in good standing can take over. When I return from my tropical get away, I will sweep and mop the floor of the high council chamber, if I'm allowed in, and do other penitence duties as required.
Carl.
Floor sweeper and general custodial duties for the cult.
I'm leaving tomorrow for our Key West vacation, and am looking forward to fishing, snorkeling, drinking, seeing the sights, more drinking, maybe some bicycle touring, cigar shop touring, and maybe some more drinking. I've discovered a new drink that a friend recommended, nice cold gin and tonic. I like it. But to my sin.
Facing the fact that I had to mail a knife to myself at the Southern most point guest house, for reasons of traveling light and not checking bags because of the 25 dollar a bad fee. I sat and tried to pick what knife I was going to trust to the mail. Keping in mind that things get lost in themail all the time, I just couldn't let something go that was either impossible to replace, or damm hard to replace. I just couldn't let my trusty precious, my damascus peanut go in the mail system. I looked at my chestnut bone peanut, with the great dark patina that has taken a few years to build up, and couldn't let that go. Neither could I commit my S. Dauvi pocket puuko go. I don't know who S. Dauvi is, but he made a heck of a knife that cuts well and holds a great edge. My new easy open jack from Gus? No way!
I realized that anything I send could go astray, so I flinched.
I had a moment of weakness.
I doubted my faith in the cult, and so let it down.
I sinned.
I sent a SAK to myself. A Victorinox recruit to be exact.
I figured if it went missing in action, it was essentially a disposable knife. There's a 'Mart in Key West, and they carry SAK's, so I can just get another. I don't have to hand pick a SAK, they are all alike with reliable fit and finish. They are recognized, so I can just gift it to one of the fishing guides, or someone before I leave, so I don't have to worry about mailing it home.
So there it is, the Grand High Muckba of the cult is going on vacation in a tropical island paradise for a week, and the only knife I'm going to have is a SAK. So, the only honorable thing in my eyes is to resign my Muckbaship. Maybe one of the other cult members in good standing can take over. When I return from my tropical get away, I will sweep and mop the floor of the high council chamber, if I'm allowed in, and do other penitence duties as required.
Carl.
Floor sweeper and general custodial duties for the cult.