I've been enjoying my Northwoods stockman. I really have. Easy to open for arthritic senior citizen fingers, nice wood. And old fashioned carbon steel that has developed a nice patina. I spent a goodly part of my life carrying a stockman, so it's a pattern that I'm used to.
But
Such a small word, but can speak volumes. Just three letters. But.
Everytime I peruse the Cult Of The Peanut thread, I feel a definite unrest, a sense of disconcerting disconnect. A feeling of missing something. Like a tongue that keeps exploring a vacant spot where a tooth once filled. But the Case peanut, as much as I love it, is just too small and stiffly sprung for my fingers to deal with anymore. A little too snappy and blood thirsty for this old man. Nothing to do really but soldier on with my stockman.
But
There's that little word again. The three letter word that can change everything. And often by surprise. And unexpected development. A package arrived in the mail, and it was from the Current Grand High Muckba of The Cult. Dan, AKA Silenthunterstudios, apparently has been on a search. Somehow he found a lightly sprung Peanut. A very lovely Remington UMC with brown jigged delrin scales. Two carbon steel blades, with a little spotting on the pen blade, in very very good condition. A very nice action, so smooth and light it pulls open with almost no effort. Blade pull is hardly any heavier than the pull on my Victorinox Classic with lobster spring construction.
Dan, Grand High Muckba, you are too generous. But I am very grateful, and I do thank you for getting me back into the peanut game. This little nut has already been touched up on the bottom of a coffee mug, and is in my pocket now. It's soooo good to feel that little serpentine shape jack in my pocket.
Close up of tang stamp. I think these where made by camillus?
Carbon back springs show a little spotting and darkening. Gonna get darker this summer!
With my classic for size comparison.
But
Such a small word, but can speak volumes. Just three letters. But.
Everytime I peruse the Cult Of The Peanut thread, I feel a definite unrest, a sense of disconcerting disconnect. A feeling of missing something. Like a tongue that keeps exploring a vacant spot where a tooth once filled. But the Case peanut, as much as I love it, is just too small and stiffly sprung for my fingers to deal with anymore. A little too snappy and blood thirsty for this old man. Nothing to do really but soldier on with my stockman.
But
There's that little word again. The three letter word that can change everything. And often by surprise. And unexpected development. A package arrived in the mail, and it was from the Current Grand High Muckba of The Cult. Dan, AKA Silenthunterstudios, apparently has been on a search. Somehow he found a lightly sprung Peanut. A very lovely Remington UMC with brown jigged delrin scales. Two carbon steel blades, with a little spotting on the pen blade, in very very good condition. A very nice action, so smooth and light it pulls open with almost no effort. Blade pull is hardly any heavier than the pull on my Victorinox Classic with lobster spring construction.
Dan, Grand High Muckba, you are too generous. But I am very grateful, and I do thank you for getting me back into the peanut game. This little nut has already been touched up on the bottom of a coffee mug, and is in my pocket now. It's soooo good to feel that little serpentine shape jack in my pocket.
Close up of tang stamp. I think these where made by camillus?
Carbon back springs show a little spotting and darkening. Gonna get darker this summer!
With my classic for size comparison.
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