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The boy stood in the hardware store looking at all the differant patterns of Case knives. He was just two days shy of his thirteenth birthday, and as promised his father and grandfather had brought him into town to buy him his first real knife. A Case.
As he stood looking and trying to decide what pattern he wanted,the two men stood behind him watching, His father carried a trapper in amber bone in a sheath on his belt. The grandfather carried a yellow handled stockman in the pocket of his bib overalls. Ever since he could remember the two had an on gouing discussion on who carried the better pattern of knife. They called it a discussion,the boy called it arguing.But he knew that it was all in fun,the two men loved each other dearly. Both of them had made good points about the knives they chose to carry and tryed to sway the boys decision to pick a pattern as they chose to carry.
The boy finally picked one, A swayback jack in chesnut bone with the cv blades. As the two men paid for the knife, the boy proudly slide it into the front pocket of his jeans and walked out side to wait. The two men came out and the three of them climbed into the truck and started home, both men telling hom he had made a fine choice.
After the had dropped his grandfather off, his father asked him why he had'nt picked a knife like he or his grandfather had carried. The boy looked at his father and said, Well maybe in a few years you and I can have the discussions like you and grandpa have. The man just smiled and said. I look forward to it.
As he stood looking and trying to decide what pattern he wanted,the two men stood behind him watching, His father carried a trapper in amber bone in a sheath on his belt. The grandfather carried a yellow handled stockman in the pocket of his bib overalls. Ever since he could remember the two had an on gouing discussion on who carried the better pattern of knife. They called it a discussion,the boy called it arguing.But he knew that it was all in fun,the two men loved each other dearly. Both of them had made good points about the knives they chose to carry and tryed to sway the boys decision to pick a pattern as they chose to carry.
The boy finally picked one, A swayback jack in chesnut bone with the cv blades. As the two men paid for the knife, the boy proudly slide it into the front pocket of his jeans and walked out side to wait. The two men came out and the three of them climbed into the truck and started home, both men telling hom he had made a fine choice.
After the had dropped his grandfather off, his father asked him why he had'nt picked a knife like he or his grandfather had carried. The boy looked at his father and said, Well maybe in a few years you and I can have the discussions like you and grandpa have. The man just smiled and said. I look forward to it.
