The City Stock!!!

meako said:
Great pics of great knives...but read on only if Ye be of stout heart and not a nervous nelly panic merchant.....for the photograph you will see is a tribute to the utter stupidity of yours truly....Or the tale of a young stockknifes misadventure in the big city.....it begins happily enough with Stocky and Me having our pic took by the lovely Countess at Sydneys Circular Quay Ferry Terminal...a popular tourist spot and major transport hub and monument to ugly ,out of date railway architecture. However...View attachment 2683466
What is not visible in the image is the drain below where I'm standing.....that's right DRAIN.
But no ordinary drain...this gutter flows through Sydneys original colonial settlement past the site of Sydneys first building..Cadmans Cottage..no longer there having been replaced by The magnificent museum of contemporary art...which originally served as the forbidding Maritime Authority..or something.....The Drain is so cunningly designed that it gathers all the ciggybutts as well as acting as a urinal for late night revellers from the nearby pub precinct of The Rocks....A drain so cleverly wrought as to have grates with the almost exact dimensions of a Waynorth City Stock knife.....And do you know happened next dear reader?
As I was returning my City Stock to its cosy pocet slip....Thats right...no prizes if you guessed already.....I dropped it and it bounced once.... straight into the drain.
Even though the ensuing adrenalin rush gave me the strength of a thousand tigers...I could not budge that grate...my poor Stocky laying in the crud beneath....just out of reach. If only I had a cro bar...but wait... Didn't we park the car overnight at the Fire Station?...and don't they have several trucks loaded with the kind of equipment needed for this kind of task? Lets cut to the chase.
I rang them. .Embarrasment potential 120%.
Nevertheless ...with time ticking away towards being late for another appointment...the story has ...thankfully..A Happy Ending.View attachment 2683593
Maybe not "The Man From Ironbark"... but a tale worthy of Banjo Patterson himself.
Cheers.
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I’m disappointed in two things:

1. Your knife handling skills ;)

2. I pictured you looking more like this guy:

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meako said:
Great pics of great knives...but read on only if Ye be of stout heart and not a nervous nelly panic merchant.....for the photograph you will see is a tribute to the utter stupidity of yours truly....Or the tale of a young stockknifes misadventure in the big city.....it begins happily enough with Stocky and Me having our pic took by the lovely Countess at Sydneys Circular Quay Ferry Terminal...a popular tourist spot and major transport hub and monument to ugly ,out of date railway architecture. However...View attachment 2683466
What is not visible in the image is the drain below where I'm standing.....that's right DRAIN.
But no ordinary drain...this gutter flows through Sydneys original colonial settlement past the site of Sydneys first building..Cadmans Cottage..no longer there having been replaced by The magnificent museum of contemporary art...which originally served as the forbidding Maritime Authority..or something.....The Drain is so cunningly designed that it gathers all the ciggybutts as well as acting as a urinal for late night revellers from the nearby pub precinct of The Rocks....A drain so cleverly wrought as to have grates with the almost exact dimensions of a Waynorth City Stock knife.....And do you know happened next dear reader?
As I was returning my City Stock to its cosy pocet slip....Thats right...no prizes if you guessed already.....I dropped it and it bounced once.... straight into the drain.
Even though the ensuing adrenalin rush gave me the strength of a thousand tigers...I could not budge that grate...my poor Stocky laying in the crud beneath....just out of reach. If only I had a cro bar...but wait... Didn't we park the car overnight at the Fire Station?...and don't they have several trucks loaded with the kind of equipment needed for this kind of task? Lets cut to the chase.
I rang them. .Embarrasment potential 120%.
Nevertheless ...with time ticking away towards being late for another appointment...the story has ...thankfully..A Happy Ending.View attachment 2683593
Maybe not "The Man From Ironbark"... but a tale worthy of Banjo Patterson himself.
Cheers.
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That was close. Glad you were able to get it back 👍🤠
 
meako said:
Great pics of great knives...but read on only if Ye be of stout heart and not a nervous nelly panic merchant.....for the photograph you will see is a tribute to the utter stupidity of yours truly....Or the tale of a young stockknifes misadventure in the big city.....it begins happily enough with Stocky and Me having our pic took by the lovely Countess at Sydneys Circular Quay Ferry Terminal...a popular tourist spot and major transport hub and monument to ugly ,out of date railway architecture. However...View attachment 2683466
What is not visible in the image is the drain below where I'm standing.....that's right DRAIN.
But no ordinary drain...this gutter flows through Sydneys original colonial settlement past the site of Sydneys first building..Cadmans Cottage..no longer there having been replaced by The magnificent museum of contemporary art...which originally served as the forbidding Maritime Authority..or something.....The Drain is so cunningly designed that it gathers all the ciggybutts as well as acting as a urinal for late night revellers from the nearby pub precinct of The Rocks....A drain so cleverly wrought as to have grates with the almost exact dimensions of a Waynorth City Stock knife.....And do you know happened next dear reader?
As I was returning my City Stock to its cosy pocet slip....Thats right...no prizes if you guessed already.....I dropped it and it bounced once.... straight into the drain.
Even though the ensuing adrenalin rush gave me the strength of a thousand tigers...I could not budge that grate...my poor Stocky laying in the crud beneath....just out of reach. If only I had a cro bar...but wait... Didn't we park the car overnight at the Fire Station?...and don't they have several trucks loaded with the kind of equipment needed for this kind of task? Lets cut to the chase.
I rang them. .Embarrasment potential 120%.
Nevertheless ...with time ticking away towards being late for another appointment...the story has ...thankfully..A Happy Ending.View attachment 2683593
Maybe not "The Man From Ironbark"... but a tale worthy of Banjo Patterson himself.
Cheers.
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Some people will do anything for a little attention.
 
Will Power said:
Moral: When you're in the :poop: you need nerves of steel and the Fire Brigade :cool: How's the patina now......🤣

Maybe the next GEC will be yet another animal of the intrepid kind, we've had Beaver, Mink, Buffalo etc. Keep a sharp lookout for the Sewer Rat :eek: that'll be some 'drop' .....
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He can never sell it as the add would have to start.

"One careless owner" 🤣
 
We have been to Hilton Head the last week, but got home to mine today!

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A beautiful knife! I had to take its pic with my favorite jigged bone examples of Charlie’s that I own.

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