I am weak.
I have to admit to all my traditional blade brothers that I have backslid, and am with the cult again.
I've been carrying a couple different lockblade knives for the easy pull open feature, and to tell the truth, they have been okay. Just okay. I mean, they get the job of cutting something done okay, but I just don't feel fond of them, a small Buck and a Gerber. I have a large lockblade Henckels that's a real traditional knive with old carbon steel and nice grained wood. But the new stuff just does not push a button.
But at my daughters house the other day, I was looking at the display the my grandson has made of my old knives, and he had one case from Micheals, the craft store, dedicated to my old peanuts. The old Yella CV, the Chestnut bone CV, the bonestag true sharp, the pocket worn redbone. They all were neatly in the case, with a photo of me and Ryan sitting on a log in the woods, whittling.
Standing there looking at the cased set of my old peanuts, I felt the pull of the cult, and asked Ryan if I could borrow one once in a while. Just for yuks. Of course he said yes, and opened the case and asked if I wanted to see one. I picked out my old Chestnut bone, and I went to open it. Expecting not to be able to without a real hurt, I was very surprised that I pulled open the main blade with only a moderate and bearable twinge of pain in my left thumb. The bad one that was operated on. And I found that if I hold the knife in my left hand instead, and use my right thumb, I can open it pretty well. It just seems a$$ backwards to me to do it that way, after a lifetime of just holding the knife in the hand that I use it in, and pull it open with my left thumb.
I can't begin to describe the feeling of pleasure at holding one of my old peanuts in my hand that I could open without too much difficulty.
So on trail basis, I'm back carrying my old Bone stag true sharp for a few days to see how it works out. Maybe the past several months of using my hands has loosened up things enough that I only get a twinge or minor prick of pain. Maybe I'll be back with my old yellow CV if it works out.
What kind of evil pull makes one discard a knife that can be opened with no problem, to go back to one that hurts a little to open, but satisfys some inner urge?
My name is Carl, and I'm a peanutholic that's fallen off the wagon. Again.
(But I think I'm happy about it!)
I have to admit to all my traditional blade brothers that I have backslid, and am with the cult again.
I've been carrying a couple different lockblade knives for the easy pull open feature, and to tell the truth, they have been okay. Just okay. I mean, they get the job of cutting something done okay, but I just don't feel fond of them, a small Buck and a Gerber. I have a large lockblade Henckels that's a real traditional knive with old carbon steel and nice grained wood. But the new stuff just does not push a button.
But at my daughters house the other day, I was looking at the display the my grandson has made of my old knives, and he had one case from Micheals, the craft store, dedicated to my old peanuts. The old Yella CV, the Chestnut bone CV, the bonestag true sharp, the pocket worn redbone. They all were neatly in the case, with a photo of me and Ryan sitting on a log in the woods, whittling.
Standing there looking at the cased set of my old peanuts, I felt the pull of the cult, and asked Ryan if I could borrow one once in a while. Just for yuks. Of course he said yes, and opened the case and asked if I wanted to see one. I picked out my old Chestnut bone, and I went to open it. Expecting not to be able to without a real hurt, I was very surprised that I pulled open the main blade with only a moderate and bearable twinge of pain in my left thumb. The bad one that was operated on. And I found that if I hold the knife in my left hand instead, and use my right thumb, I can open it pretty well. It just seems a$$ backwards to me to do it that way, after a lifetime of just holding the knife in the hand that I use it in, and pull it open with my left thumb.
I can't begin to describe the feeling of pleasure at holding one of my old peanuts in my hand that I could open without too much difficulty.
So on trail basis, I'm back carrying my old Bone stag true sharp for a few days to see how it works out. Maybe the past several months of using my hands has loosened up things enough that I only get a twinge or minor prick of pain. Maybe I'll be back with my old yellow CV if it works out.
What kind of evil pull makes one discard a knife that can be opened with no problem, to go back to one that hurts a little to open, but satisfys some inner urge?
My name is Carl, and I'm a peanutholic that's fallen off the wagon. Again.
(But I think I'm happy about it!)
