Looking at that knife I can imagine many things. An engineer telling his stroker to get the coal to her, they gotta be in Atlanta by morning. Or a Model A pickup by the side of the road, jacked up, and the inner tube being scraped to get a patch glued on. Or a working cowboy sitting in the saddle, slicing a 'chaw' off of a thick plug. So much history there, in a small package that has traveled a long way.
Carl.
Carl.