My paternal grandfather was no stranger to knives. He was a hunter, trapper, stockman, and general all-around jack-of-all-trades. Since he never had any money to speak of, he probably used any and all knives he could get his hands on. I say this because he probably used a knife about once an hour for 90 years. He probably didn't use one too often during the next 4 years, but he did get in a knife fight with another geezer in the nursing home over a tv program. His first knife fight was in 1894. He rode a horse away from a posse (ala 1950's tv westerns!) about 200 miles and got away. His fellow combatant healed up, and Pa rode home. In the 1940's, people would send word from 40 miles out for Pa to come help butcher hogs. He would skin a hog clean as a pin, faster than anyone could scrape one, making scalding unnecessary. He would probably appreciate a wooden hardware box of a dozen CASE butcher knives, and one good 6375. My maternal grandfather was a horse and cattle man and... you guessed it... yellow stockman.