Okay, I know that in the past, I've made no secret of the fact that I have a liking for pocket fixed blades. I've long had a sneaking suspicion that our Scandinavian cousins in the land of ice and snow, know a good thing when they see it, so I've been playing these last few months with pocket fixed blades. Last winter at the Timmonium knife show I picked up a little pocket puuko about the size of a peanut open. I posted a photo here on it, and for the past few months it's been the center of what I call the experiment. When I'm finished I'll post photos of the new and old contenders.
Every second day, I leave the pocket knives home and just carry the little sheath knife in my pocket. A lanyard is attached to my belt loop in front of the right hand pocket to the sheath, and it's been darn handy to just reach in my pocket and pull out a knife. The knife comes out with the sheath, and when the sheath reaches the limit of the lanyard the knife comes free. Done with the knife, I just put it back in the sheath that's dangling on the out side of the pocket, and shove the whole thing back in the pocket. No opening anything, no closing anything, easy to wipe off, no hidden areas to collect crud.
The two groups are what I call the old guard, the pocket knives. These are my one and only precious,the damascus peanut, an old Hen and Rooster half stockman, and the 2011 easy open jack. All are great cutters, all have that touch of class that old bone and stag handles have.
Then there's the new centurions. This is the Mike Miller pocket fixed blade that looks like a miniature short chefs knife, and the pocket puuko I bought last winter. I had a Buck Hartsook, but the handle was just too skinny for old arthritic fingers to get a good secure hold on. But it was the Hartsook that actually started the experiment by being so darn handy. Pull out,cut, put back. No fuss, no muss.
The experiment is ongoing, and I will report when it is more complete.
Carl.
Every second day, I leave the pocket knives home and just carry the little sheath knife in my pocket. A lanyard is attached to my belt loop in front of the right hand pocket to the sheath, and it's been darn handy to just reach in my pocket and pull out a knife. The knife comes out with the sheath, and when the sheath reaches the limit of the lanyard the knife comes free. Done with the knife, I just put it back in the sheath that's dangling on the out side of the pocket, and shove the whole thing back in the pocket. No opening anything, no closing anything, easy to wipe off, no hidden areas to collect crud.
The two groups are what I call the old guard, the pocket knives. These are my one and only precious,the damascus peanut, an old Hen and Rooster half stockman, and the 2011 easy open jack. All are great cutters, all have that touch of class that old bone and stag handles have.
Then there's the new centurions. This is the Mike Miller pocket fixed blade that looks like a miniature short chefs knife, and the pocket puuko I bought last winter. I had a Buck Hartsook, but the handle was just too skinny for old arthritic fingers to get a good secure hold on. But it was the Hartsook that actually started the experiment by being so darn handy. Pull out,cut, put back. No fuss, no muss.
The experiment is ongoing, and I will report when it is more complete.
Carl.
