It's been three months now that I've been using the heck out of the Northwoods stockman that Dan, the new Grand High MUckba, gifted me. It's been in the Chesapeake bay environment, the Shenandoah mountains, and uncounted adventures in Maryland suburbia. So far, aside from a nice blueish patina, it's pretty unfazed by anything I've done with it. UPS boxes, groceries, trimming food stuff, twine for the tomato plants, and lots more. The wood scales have been rubbed down now and then with either lemon oil or mineral oil. Someitmes a little linseed oil. So far, so good. I have to say, that in the three months I've been using this knife, I haven't felt the need to pick up another knife. In a weird way, it feels like I'm back with my old Buck stockman, in that I feel that with three blades on hand, I'm ready for darn near anything. Since I carried a stickman in my pre-knife nut days from the later 1960's to the mid 1990's, it's like coming home after a long strange trip.
The sheep foot blade gets the most use, like on my old Buck. It sits up nice and high, so it's day to pop open easy and quick. Takes care of 90% of what I do with this knife.
Thanks again, Dan.
The sheep foot blade gets the most use, like on my old Buck. It sits up nice and high, so it's day to pop open easy and quick. Takes care of 90% of what I do with this knife.
Thanks again, Dan.