Day 10
My girlfriend wanted some fresh carrot juice. I wanted a number "10" for this picture. So that's the story with that.
Lots of nice photos today, unfortunately, I can't count mine amongst them. Number 1, I waited until too late and lost all my natural light. Number 2, I worked my legs out yesterday and they hurt, so it's been difficult to convince myself to cut the root attaching me to the couch (see Number 1). Number 3, both of these knives, a Purple Barnboard Jigged Case 62009½ in stainless and a Cripple Creek Dogleg Jack from Bob Cargill's Warrior Series, are difficult to photograph. Even on their own. Together, it's a nightmare. I'll never do it again. Too many weird reflections. I just couldn't get it right. Oh well, Day 11 is another day.
I carried both of these knives today, and they got everything done that needed doing, but I don't count either of them among my favorites.
I won't rehash my thoughts on Case's current run of barlows, but I have most of the same complaints for this one as the one I eviscerated on page 18 of this thread (I think I was very fair). This one has more consistent jigging and color, mark to pile, than the other, but the extra point gets taken away due to the stainless blade. I just don't like it.
The Cripple Creek is clearly not what most people think of when they think of a "traditional slipjoint," and yet, it was produced by a respected traditional slipjoint knife maker (who also was president of the NKCA and bearer of many other accolades) so it's definitely got some kind of traditional credentials. Maybe it's the evolution of the Barlow. All bolster, no cover. Maybe evolution isn't always positive... then again, it does have speed holes. Really brings the eighties back, doesn't it? I can just see Don Johnson ducking out of the way as one of these gets thrown at his big ol' head in an episode of Miami Vice. Never happened, but probably should've. "Take THAT, Sonny!" Boy, I can see it now.
The full story: Once I was done taking this picture, I put these two away and went back to yesterday's selection. I carried them all day, but I just wanted to end the day on a Granddaddy Barlows kind of note.