The old mans tools.

Jackknife, another wonderful read. Thanks for taking time to share with us all on the traditional forum.
Bob
 
I agree with everybody else Carl. Great read. Sometimes I still forget that less is more and that tale was a real reminder. Many thanks Carl.
Jim
 
Stich2442 said:
You fellas might need to get the peanut of pipes, Missouri hardwood mini, with my don't leave home without.
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I carry a Missouri Meerschaum Mini Corncob pipe in my pocket. It goes everywhere with me, and it's as much a friend as my Case Medium Stockman.
 
Jackknife's story caused this old man to re-evaluate his EDC and add new SAK, and a small NATO compass. Great read, and some neat EDC pictures also.
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Carried like this...
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Fisher1573 said:
I carry a Missouri Meerschaum Mini Corncob pipe in my pocket. It goes everywhere with me, and it's as much a friend as my Case Medium Stockman.
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Great little pipes, at a great price , they smoke well also.
 
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jacktrades_nbk said:
double post. so i might as well make some use out of it :D
here are the two peanut lighters, not mine here.
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Those are cool! I had no idea they were made/available nowadays. I have a very similar one that belonged to my dad when he was a hippie in the 60s. It's about the same size, and works the same way, just doesn't have a keyring attachment on the lid. I'll have to snap a pic tonight; it's very convenient, and makes up an integral part of my minimalist kit.
I think I'll have to get one of these newer ones, so I don't worry about losing my dad's old one. Plus, the keyring idea is convenient... :D

Oh, also: I keep a spare flint tucked into the cotton wadding, just in case. You can pop the flint out of an old dead Bic lighter, if you don't feel like buying any. ;)
 
Puukkoman, Jacktrades ,I keep cotton mixed with petroleum jelly in straws, I use a candle and needle nose pliers, heat above flame with pliers pinching , then slide pliers forward and wait a few seconds to set.
 
Didn't want to start a new post just for this. Mr. Carl's stories really put me in a fishing mood so I went today and caught 8 redbreast with a canepole and a few worms. My medium stockman got quite a workout but that's not the highlight of my fishing trip.

I caught one that I had to let go, not because of the size, but because of what I went through to get the fish. I dropped the worm and cork in between two logs off of a little "cliff" above the bank, where casting with a rod and reel would most certainly have ended with getting caught up and tangled. There was still plenty of loose line but I looked away, looked back, and that cork was gone. I set the hook a little too much force and he came out of the water, went right between a log and it's adjacent branch, landed in the water on my side of the log and hung me up. I thought I'd lost him at that point so I put the pole down and started to carefully go down the log to un-snag my line......And there goes my pole. I stood on the log and watched it slide down my little cliff and into the water.

Enter Pride. I couldn't let that fish get away. So in I went. When I got out of the water with the fish, which was astonishingly still on the line, I looked at him, at first with triumph, then with appreciation, and then, of all the things to give a fish, respect. This fish had a large portion of it's tail fin bitten off by something. It also had wonderful blue lines along it's face and even though it was the largest one I caught today, I couldn't bring myself to keep it. After giving me that story to tell, eating him would have just been....disgraceful. To me and my Case.
 
Just saw this thread again, I keep one of the larger peanut lighters in my Scout bag. Sometimes it sits in there for awhile and I've yet to have it run dry.
An extra flint tucked into the wadding and I should be set for a couple months at least using it occasionally like when I forgot to refill my Zippo :o

Great story Fisher, and I know what you mean. My son and I tried to catch a largemouth that hung out underneath my uncle's dock for years, my son named him Bubba :D He was always the one that "got away", skunking us every time we were able to hook him, which was maybe twice over 3 years. At the beginning of this summer my son finally caught him (at least we sure think so) and it was a beautiful bass. We took some pictures, and I figured my son would want to have him for supper that night. Surprisingly, he gently took "Bubba" over to the edge of the dock and put him back in the lake.

When I asked him why, he told me, "I put him back home Dad". And that was that.
 
Carl...a heart warming tale...I really enjoyed reading this story ( as per usual ), thank you Carl.
 
Fisher1573 said:
Didn't want to start a new post just for this. Mr. Carl's stories really put me in a fishing mood so I went today and caught 8 redbreast with a canepole and a few worms. My medium stockman got quite a workout but that's not the highlight of my fishing trip.

I caught one that I had to let go, not because of the size, but because of what I went through to get the fish. I dropped the worm and cork in between two logs off of a little "cliff" above the bank, where casting with a rod and reel would most certainly have ended with getting caught up and tangled. There was still plenty of loose line but I looked away, looked back, and that cork was gone. I set the hook a little too much force and he came out of the water, went right between a log and it's adjacent branch, landed in the water on my side of the log and hung me up. I thought I'd lost him at that point so I put the pole down and started to carefully go down the log to un-snag my line......And there goes my pole. I stood on the log and watched it slide down my little cliff and into the water.

Enter Pride. I couldn't let that fish get away. So in I went. When I got out of the water with the fish, which was astonishingly still on the line, I looked at him, at first with triumph, then with appreciation, and then, of all the things to give a fish, respect. This fish had a large portion of it's tail fin bitten off by something. It also had wonderful blue lines along it's face and even though it was the largest one I caught today, I couldn't bring myself to keep it. After giving me that story to tell, eating him would have just been....disgraceful. To me and my Case.
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Well done Fisher-I like the person who thinks for the animal at times...I think you did a very good thing-That fish had certainly been through a rough time!
 
Thank you Clanman. and Zippo I'm glad you're son put Bubba back. I bet he'll remember that fish for the rest of his life.
 
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