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My grandfather hated stockman knives, his feelings were that too many blades complicated the situation and most everything could be taken care of with one sharp one clip point. I wanted to be like him so I adopted that mantra when I was a pup, but eventually the life I started to experience differed from his and my mind was changed for me.
Working as a field hand on a produce farm taught me a lot about life and the way the world works, it also taught me that one clip point blade wasn’t going to suit my needs.
I carried a large Case stockman for the next fives years and never came across a job where I needed more, the amount of steel I knocked off those blades in that time made me wonder how much of a toothpick would be left off of a single blade.
The old man was still around when I left that farm and got real work, but I guess the pup inside me still wanted to be like Pappy so I retired my stockman for a single blade once again.
One fine Christmas morning my mom gifted me a beautiful stag Abilene stockman, I dropped it in my pocket that morning and it rarely left for the months to come, things felt right again and nothing could kick it out.
Years passed and the stockman stayed in the rotation, but the flavor of the month started to take affect and soon my pockets were filled with trappers, sodbusters, camp knives and little jack knives, nothing ever stuck though.
When my wife and I got married we visited GEC on our honeymoon, they let us pick out a knife as a wedding gift and a beautiful little stag #66 Calf Roper followed us home. In short time I fell in love with the little stockman, but it wasn’t meant to be, well it wasn’t meant to be mine forever. We soon found out that we had a son on the way and our wedding knife would be dedicated as his first pocket knife. I carried his knife while my wife carried him and I’ve fallen in love with the pattern, so much so that I ordered one for myself for when I retire his.
In a way I think the stockman pattern has taught me to be my own man, I’ve learned a lot with one in my pocket that’s for sure.
My Abilene with my son’s Calf Roper.
My Calf Roper.
My happy little one.
Working as a field hand on a produce farm taught me a lot about life and the way the world works, it also taught me that one clip point blade wasn’t going to suit my needs.
I carried a large Case stockman for the next fives years and never came across a job where I needed more, the amount of steel I knocked off those blades in that time made me wonder how much of a toothpick would be left off of a single blade.
The old man was still around when I left that farm and got real work, but I guess the pup inside me still wanted to be like Pappy so I retired my stockman for a single blade once again.
One fine Christmas morning my mom gifted me a beautiful stag Abilene stockman, I dropped it in my pocket that morning and it rarely left for the months to come, things felt right again and nothing could kick it out.
Years passed and the stockman stayed in the rotation, but the flavor of the month started to take affect and soon my pockets were filled with trappers, sodbusters, camp knives and little jack knives, nothing ever stuck though.
When my wife and I got married we visited GEC on our honeymoon, they let us pick out a knife as a wedding gift and a beautiful little stag #66 Calf Roper followed us home. In short time I fell in love with the little stockman, but it wasn’t meant to be, well it wasn’t meant to be mine forever. We soon found out that we had a son on the way and our wedding knife would be dedicated as his first pocket knife. I carried his knife while my wife carried him and I’ve fallen in love with the pattern, so much so that I ordered one for myself for when I retire his.
In a way I think the stockman pattern has taught me to be my own man, I’ve learned a lot with one in my pocket that’s for sure.
My Abilene with my son’s Calf Roper.
My Calf Roper.
My happy little one.
