Okay, we're all knife knuts here, so that means lots of knives on top of the dresser, or in the sock drawer, or where ever.
But...
Is there that one special slippy that calls to you more than some of the others? The one that manges to sneak into a pocket even when it's not its turn in the rotation? A gift knife, or maybe a long gone family member. Or memories of a guys weekend fishing down on the river with old friends.
What's your special slippy?
But...
Is there that one special slippy that calls to you more than some of the others? The one that manges to sneak into a pocket even when it's not its turn in the rotation? A gift knife, or maybe a long gone family member. Or memories of a guys weekend fishing down on the river with old friends.
What's your special slippy?