Warrior108
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Hi All,
I don't recall ever seeing a "Significant Others" thread but thought this might be a good starter. By all means, please share experiences where your knife hobby/addiction is either supported or ridiculed. Share your tactics on hiding knives, brag about your significant other using or "permanently borrowing" your knives. Heck, even share those experiences where they ran em through the dishwasher or used a scouring pad on them. (names withheld there)
Grab a bowl of popcorn or cup of coffee, pull up a chair because I had a breakthrough today and am super excited about it so there's going to be some history and story telling here.
My significant other is technically my ex-wife and it would qualify as a Facebook relationship status of "Its complicated". She is a great mom and is the most hard working and determined person that I know. She loves fishing, hunting, shooting, anything outdoors, but DO NOT give that woman a knife! It was nearly 10 years ago that I moved to Texas. I backed the trailer into her yard and she was immediately up and trying to untie the rope to get things unloaded. There were some grumbles followed by "Stupid knots. Hey, do you have a knife?" I handed her my Benchmade Stryker and since it was sharper than anything she was used to, she cut clean through the rope and lopped all the skin off one of her knuckles. (took weeks to heal) Within 2 minutes, we established a rule to not let her and knives mix.
Short summary of some things: There's her house, where we all spend most of our time. Its 25 miles outside of town and consists mostly of farms or cow pastures. There's my house, which is in town and where I go to work and where my hobby stuff is. Pretty much the whole house is the man cave. After the divorce, I emptied the living room and replaced the contents with a pool table. I've got a safe where I keep my guns and knives and she does not get the combination.
Our 5 year and 7 year old daughters were in "my knife circle" until a few weeks ago. They both love knives, checking out my stuff, doing unboxings and I've built up a pink & purple Spyderco collection for each of them. They even have a few Fiddleback/WAS/OKT knives waiting for them. However, about 3 weeks ago during a moment of quiet at dinner, one of them asks, "Daddy, how many knives do you need?" at which mom gave me a look of daggers and asked condescendingly, "Yes daddy, how many knives DO you need?" I gave the only answer I could, "Four, four knives should do the trick." The other daughter just had to add, "But you have more than four." By the grace of God, I came up with something to sidetrack things or maybe the baby (5 months) started crying or something. In any case, it passed and I was unscathed. Then two weeks ago they got booted from the unboxings and having visibility into the safe contents. Again, during a moment of silence at dinner, "Daddy, how many knives do you have?" and as Mom turned her focus towards me, the other one quickly answered, "A hundred thousand kajillion!" And, more than a few times along the way, mom has been heard saying the phrase, "Stupid knives" and "Stupid knife collection".
Now for some reason, we've never been hunting together. We've done target practice, clay pigeons and such but never hunting. One time, I was trying to sight in a new scope on an AR with the help of her ex-Marine brother and we just weren't getting it dialed in with a coffee can at 30 yards. She was mostly ignoring us until I talked her into trying the AR. She does not like black guns and her speed is more like a lever action with a really pretty wooden stock. Anyway, she throws the rifle up on her shoulder, fires a shot and we laugh because we didn't even see dirt/dust fly. She said she wasn't sure how she missed but she'll give it another try. She fires a 2nd time and 125 yards out, there's my friggen metal PISTOL spinner target spinning around like nutz. (yes, with a hole clean through it) She handed the AR back to me with a smirk and asked "Are you happy?" So, I know she can shoot but I learned today that she was actually skeptical of my shooting ability - to her detriment this time. >-)
Our oldest turned 7 today so we did birthday breakfast, skipped the school bus and were going to drive them to school to drop off cupcakes and stuff. They headed out the door to load up while I was gathering some things. She came bursting back in saying "Hogs! Quick get your gun." I grabbed the .308 and went outside to see about 5 or 6 pretty sizable hogs about 200 yards across the pasture. They sounded like words of encouragement but she said, "Go ahead and shoot them". I took a shot at the biggest one that was probably a boar who was headed towards the neighbors fence line. It dropped. The rest scattered. She said, "If you see any more, keep shooting." With the 16 power scope, I could see one more that stayed behind. I took a shot and that one dropped also. Then I turned to see her confused face. It turns out she didn't expect me to be able to hit anything, let alone drop two. She thought I would just successfully scare them away. We walked over and the 1st one was a boar, probably about 275 lbs and the 2nd one was a sow, probably about 150-175 lbs. Well, now the kids had to get to school 25 minutes away and there were two hogs to be cleaned and taken care of. She made some calls and it was decided that I'd take the kids to school and she would stay behind for one of our friends to come pick up the hogs - then she had to go to town for an appointment.
I was just headed home from dropping the kids off at school when she called asking why on Earth I had to go and kill two hogs. (because you asked me to??) Our friend took so long getting there that she ended up having to field dress the sow. I got home in time to help load the field-dressed sow and the boar into his pickup and we sent him on his way. She headed to her appointment and I got to work mowing. During a break from mowing, I checked my phone to see several missed calls from her so gave her a call back. It turns out that after her appointment, she was asked to go help give pointers on how to clean/quarter the hog. So here is the super exciting breakthrough! Ready? She's kind of frantic and says "Bring your sharp knives, fast!" I asked her to explain what was going on and again she said "We need your knives. How soon can you get here with them?" I told her I'd hang up to get things together and would call her back once on the road. When I called back, she explained that our friend was in way over his head, had no idea what he was doing, it was hot out and we need to get the meat on ice asap. Keep in mind that she had the 5 month old baby with her too. I asked what he was doing and must have laughed at her for at least 2 miles. She said he was over analyzing things, may as well have been creating spreadsheets and was trying to skin/quarter the hog with an exacto knife!
When I got there, they had the sow hanging from a tree with both rear legs tied together and he really was using an exacto knife - because his kitchen knives were literally cutting nothing. I did not have time to stop at my house or visit my safe but in my backpack I was lucky to have had my Old School Ladyfinger, a WAS Shark and a WAS Palmer. In my vehicle, I had an Outdoor Edge Flip n Blaze hunting/skinning knife. I did most of the quartering while we both did teaching/coaching to our friend. The baby fell asleep for a decent nap so mom grabbed a knife and jumped in to help also. There were enough knives all around.
At the same time, 3 people wielding knives on 1 spinning/hanging hog is a little nerve wracking (mostly for me). We had to keep telling our friend to be careful because the knives were really very sharp. And towards the end, it would go to figure that she ended up getting a little over zealous and cut the back of my left thumb with the Palmer. grrrr Oh well, didn't I warn you to never give her a knife? ;-)
When all was said and done, she thanked me repeatedly for the help and bringing the knives .. and actually admitted that my stupid knives really weren't stupid at all and they were really nice and helpful. She said she liked the Palmer except the handle was a bit too short for the grip to be comfortable. I told her that I had a Big Palmer she could try but that it was Brinley's knife (our 5 year old) and she'd have to talk to her about it. I made a pit stop at my house on purpose to pick up the Cherry Bomb Big Palmer so our daughter could taunt mom with it this evening. When she finally let mom hold it, mom said, "Oh yeah, that's what I'm talking about. This gives you a lot better grip!"
While that was maybe more than you bargained for, you could see how my day actually went pretty well by turning a knife-critical significant other into a fan of these awesome knives.
And some pics to go along with the story ...
Birthday pancakes
The sow
The Boar .. and the male hog too With a gratuitous plug for the Ruger Gunsite Scout Rifle in .308 with an M-308 scope
The Boss, who does not like her pic taken so I had to sneak one
Another pic of the boar
The knives after being cleaned
The knives back in their sheaths/cases
"The Beginning" . . . . Now its your turn
I don't recall ever seeing a "Significant Others" thread but thought this might be a good starter. By all means, please share experiences where your knife hobby/addiction is either supported or ridiculed. Share your tactics on hiding knives, brag about your significant other using or "permanently borrowing" your knives. Heck, even share those experiences where they ran em through the dishwasher or used a scouring pad on them. (names withheld there)
Grab a bowl of popcorn or cup of coffee, pull up a chair because I had a breakthrough today and am super excited about it so there's going to be some history and story telling here.
My significant other is technically my ex-wife and it would qualify as a Facebook relationship status of "Its complicated". She is a great mom and is the most hard working and determined person that I know. She loves fishing, hunting, shooting, anything outdoors, but DO NOT give that woman a knife! It was nearly 10 years ago that I moved to Texas. I backed the trailer into her yard and she was immediately up and trying to untie the rope to get things unloaded. There were some grumbles followed by "Stupid knots. Hey, do you have a knife?" I handed her my Benchmade Stryker and since it was sharper than anything she was used to, she cut clean through the rope and lopped all the skin off one of her knuckles. (took weeks to heal) Within 2 minutes, we established a rule to not let her and knives mix.
Short summary of some things: There's her house, where we all spend most of our time. Its 25 miles outside of town and consists mostly of farms or cow pastures. There's my house, which is in town and where I go to work and where my hobby stuff is. Pretty much the whole house is the man cave. After the divorce, I emptied the living room and replaced the contents with a pool table. I've got a safe where I keep my guns and knives and she does not get the combination.
Our 5 year and 7 year old daughters were in "my knife circle" until a few weeks ago. They both love knives, checking out my stuff, doing unboxings and I've built up a pink & purple Spyderco collection for each of them. They even have a few Fiddleback/WAS/OKT knives waiting for them. However, about 3 weeks ago during a moment of quiet at dinner, one of them asks, "Daddy, how many knives do you need?" at which mom gave me a look of daggers and asked condescendingly, "Yes daddy, how many knives DO you need?" I gave the only answer I could, "Four, four knives should do the trick." The other daughter just had to add, "But you have more than four." By the grace of God, I came up with something to sidetrack things or maybe the baby (5 months) started crying or something. In any case, it passed and I was unscathed. Then two weeks ago they got booted from the unboxings and having visibility into the safe contents. Again, during a moment of silence at dinner, "Daddy, how many knives do you have?" and as Mom turned her focus towards me, the other one quickly answered, "A hundred thousand kajillion!" And, more than a few times along the way, mom has been heard saying the phrase, "Stupid knives" and "Stupid knife collection".
Now for some reason, we've never been hunting together. We've done target practice, clay pigeons and such but never hunting. One time, I was trying to sight in a new scope on an AR with the help of her ex-Marine brother and we just weren't getting it dialed in with a coffee can at 30 yards. She was mostly ignoring us until I talked her into trying the AR. She does not like black guns and her speed is more like a lever action with a really pretty wooden stock. Anyway, she throws the rifle up on her shoulder, fires a shot and we laugh because we didn't even see dirt/dust fly. She said she wasn't sure how she missed but she'll give it another try. She fires a 2nd time and 125 yards out, there's my friggen metal PISTOL spinner target spinning around like nutz. (yes, with a hole clean through it) She handed the AR back to me with a smirk and asked "Are you happy?" So, I know she can shoot but I learned today that she was actually skeptical of my shooting ability - to her detriment this time. >-)
Our oldest turned 7 today so we did birthday breakfast, skipped the school bus and were going to drive them to school to drop off cupcakes and stuff. They headed out the door to load up while I was gathering some things. She came bursting back in saying "Hogs! Quick get your gun." I grabbed the .308 and went outside to see about 5 or 6 pretty sizable hogs about 200 yards across the pasture. They sounded like words of encouragement but she said, "Go ahead and shoot them". I took a shot at the biggest one that was probably a boar who was headed towards the neighbors fence line. It dropped. The rest scattered. She said, "If you see any more, keep shooting." With the 16 power scope, I could see one more that stayed behind. I took a shot and that one dropped also. Then I turned to see her confused face. It turns out she didn't expect me to be able to hit anything, let alone drop two. She thought I would just successfully scare them away. We walked over and the 1st one was a boar, probably about 275 lbs and the 2nd one was a sow, probably about 150-175 lbs. Well, now the kids had to get to school 25 minutes away and there were two hogs to be cleaned and taken care of. She made some calls and it was decided that I'd take the kids to school and she would stay behind for one of our friends to come pick up the hogs - then she had to go to town for an appointment.
I was just headed home from dropping the kids off at school when she called asking why on Earth I had to go and kill two hogs. (because you asked me to??) Our friend took so long getting there that she ended up having to field dress the sow. I got home in time to help load the field-dressed sow and the boar into his pickup and we sent him on his way. She headed to her appointment and I got to work mowing. During a break from mowing, I checked my phone to see several missed calls from her so gave her a call back. It turns out that after her appointment, she was asked to go help give pointers on how to clean/quarter the hog. So here is the super exciting breakthrough! Ready? She's kind of frantic and says "Bring your sharp knives, fast!" I asked her to explain what was going on and again she said "We need your knives. How soon can you get here with them?" I told her I'd hang up to get things together and would call her back once on the road. When I called back, she explained that our friend was in way over his head, had no idea what he was doing, it was hot out and we need to get the meat on ice asap. Keep in mind that she had the 5 month old baby with her too. I asked what he was doing and must have laughed at her for at least 2 miles. She said he was over analyzing things, may as well have been creating spreadsheets and was trying to skin/quarter the hog with an exacto knife!
When I got there, they had the sow hanging from a tree with both rear legs tied together and he really was using an exacto knife - because his kitchen knives were literally cutting nothing. I did not have time to stop at my house or visit my safe but in my backpack I was lucky to have had my Old School Ladyfinger, a WAS Shark and a WAS Palmer. In my vehicle, I had an Outdoor Edge Flip n Blaze hunting/skinning knife. I did most of the quartering while we both did teaching/coaching to our friend. The baby fell asleep for a decent nap so mom grabbed a knife and jumped in to help also. There were enough knives all around.
At the same time, 3 people wielding knives on 1 spinning/hanging hog is a little nerve wracking (mostly for me). We had to keep telling our friend to be careful because the knives were really very sharp. And towards the end, it would go to figure that she ended up getting a little over zealous and cut the back of my left thumb with the Palmer. grrrr Oh well, didn't I warn you to never give her a knife? ;-)When all was said and done, she thanked me repeatedly for the help and bringing the knives .. and actually admitted that my stupid knives really weren't stupid at all and they were really nice and helpful. She said she liked the Palmer except the handle was a bit too short for the grip to be comfortable. I told her that I had a Big Palmer she could try but that it was Brinley's knife (our 5 year old) and she'd have to talk to her about it. I made a pit stop at my house on purpose to pick up the Cherry Bomb Big Palmer so our daughter could taunt mom with it this evening. When she finally let mom hold it, mom said, "Oh yeah, that's what I'm talking about. This gives you a lot better grip!"
While that was maybe more than you bargained for, you could see how my day actually went pretty well by turning a knife-critical significant other into a fan of these awesome knives.
And some pics to go along with the story ...
Birthday pancakes
The sow
The Boar .. and the male hog too With a gratuitous plug for the Ruger Gunsite Scout Rifle in .308 with an M-308 scope
The Boss, who does not like her pic taken so I had to sneak one
Another pic of the boar
The knives after being cleaned
The knives back in their sheaths/cases
"The Beginning"
. . . . Now its your turn
). But so far I have not been ratted out. I see bribes in my future.
