The Dream knife.

Remeinds me of the time I snuck a gander at my dads lockback as a young child. We were traveling on vacation. This was in a full sized van, and before seatbelt laws, so there
Was a lot of space to get into trouble. I cut my finger good on it trying to close it.

I had to hold the finger in a paper towel for hours before we got home, and I could improvise an excuse for the injury that did not involve my dads knife.
 
johnny twoshoes said:
Thank you all for the very positive words.
I hope that that some of you were able to get a minute or two of enjoyment from it.

The enjoyment I get out of reading Carl's stories could not be expressed in words. It's a feeling that nothing else gives me, an old knife comes close, but there is still something more to his written words.
My talent is nowhere near Jackknife's, but if he can enjoy my stories half as much as I enjoy his, then I'm happy.

OrcHunter, there are truths to this story that only I know, but there is also a lot of fiction.
I was wanting to write and I couldn't decide what to write about, so I browsed through my EDC box and picked out an old Case 32 Red Bone jack. Then I got to thinking about my childhood and the time I snuck out with my brother to see my Dad's sacred Buck 422. My older brother cut himself nicely and ruined the secret adventure.

I'll post a pick tomorrow sometime.
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I enjoyed it anyway. I too remember my childhood and trying to hide the fact that I cut myself so that I wouldn't get my knife or mom's knife taken away. It was the first knife that I learned to whittle with. A now very old beat up Kutmaster. I actually found it again when I was home for Easter. I will post up a picture later this week. after I have sharpened her up again :) shes a real old gal now.
 
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Like others have said, your story (and Carl's) remind me of simpler times. I grew up right on the edge of the electronic technology revolution, I learned pinball as a kid but the first video games were popular when I was graduating high school. Now it's all I see, all the time, all this technology. My sons will never know what it was like for me as a kid being allowed to carry a knife for the first time. They have too many other distractions, hundreds of television channels, video games, the Internet etc. Even though both are Scouts, times are just so different in just the space of a generation.

Thank you for the story, I feel very fortunate to be a visitor to this forum.

-Griff
 
Here is the knife that inspired my story.
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Lovely story Johnny! You and Carl have some talent and I love tuning in for a little take back in time.

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It's the little things like that bloodstain on the blade that connect us to our knives, that can make two identical factory blades completely personal. If you guys are anything like me, each one of your blades has a story behind it. Great story brother, keep 'em coming.
 
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