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That knife could very well have originally been lost in a poker game by some drunken city-boy wannabe deerslayer at one of the gazillion "hunter's bars" that dot the Wisconsin countryside and cater to the tourist hunters in deer season. It could have changed hands so many times on Friday nights in exchange for a beer and brat that any concept of "value" was lost in antiquity. It probably got scavenged from the rusty toolbox in the back of a pickup, sheathless, to stick that sign up. "Bubba, we gotta scrounge some knives...."
There are some very interesting parts of Wisconsin. There's even a town that introduces itself as "Poaching Capital of the World", with people proud to have had "no one in the family with a job in 3 generations". Gotta love my cheesehead neighbors....(It's a beautiful state, to be honest. And good people.)
Nice recovery at the end there Michael.