The Sardinian connection.

[sitflyer]

Well played Carl! Well played

 

[pfrsantos]

Hi friends,

Here a touch of modernity from :

- Roberto Serra, a slip joint and a friction folder, both with a titanium handle

Warm regards :thumbup:

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Hi!

Very nice knives. I could never quite understand the difference between slip joints and friction folders... Could anyone help me here?

Thanks.

 

[pfrsantos]

Update on the pattada knife I bought. I've been carrying it in my pocket and it needed some protection so I made this sheath. The clip is removable and it can be replaced with other attachment pieces (keyrings, lanyards, whatever...).

Great retention. Love the feel and smell of the leather. Can be used for Victorinox SAKs of 84mm or 91mm.

 

[silenthunterstudios]

Miami International Airport.

The two under cover Miami-Dade police officers were a study of purposeful disinterest. One, in a wrinkled white Pierre Cardin suit and a two day shadow of beard stubble was looking over a magazine rack, while an arms length away a young African American man in an impeccable gray suit and sunglasses watched the crown while leaning against the wall in the bookstore. Crowds of departing and arriving tourists drifted by, and were unaware of the scrutiny of the two cops.

"Are we sure about the information, Sonny?" asked 'Rico' Tubbs.

His partner glanced over the airport and replied in a low gravely voice, " It could be good or bad, partner. But when Castillo says cover the airport, we cover it."

Both men suddenly tensed, and watched the luggage carousel with renewed interest. Bags of all kinds were now coming out of the opening and people of all kinds were now picking over the bags as they came out and went around. Sonny and Rico watched as a older man with a gray flat cap and white shirt hanging out over the black trousers picked up a small suitcase. The followed him closely planing on grabbing him as he left the airport. They hung back in case, to see it he was operating alone or had any confederates close by. The suspect walked a short way and went into a men's room. Sony and Rico staked out the mens room from a short distance away.

Inside the older bearded man who picked up the suitcase from the overseas flight, ducked into a stall and quickly opened the suitcase. He pulled out cloth bag and a balled up nylon daypack. Tucking the cloth bag into the nylon pack, he then took off his flat cap and shoved it down inside the toilet paper container. He took out a rolled up khaki bucket hat from his pants pocket and pulled it down on his head. He then took off the baggy white shirt, revealing a black Tommy Bahama short sleeve shirt with bright green palm trees on it, and shoved the white shirt down in back of the toilet. Then he pulled a black collapsable cane out of the suitcase and opened it up. Adding some dark sunglasses, he walked out of the men's room leaving the suitcase discarded in the men's room stall with his appearance totally changed. Neither Sonny or Rico took notice of the old man on a cane who limped out of the men's room with a bright red nylon pack over one shoulder.

After a very short time, Sonny and Rico sensed something wrong, and charged into the men's room. Finding it empty, they knew they'd been had, and ran for the main lobby of the airport.

Outside the main entrance, the old bearded man in the palm tree print shirt got into the passenger seat of the Fiat 500 Abarth that pulled up from where the driver had been watching the door. No sooner than the bearded man was seated in the car, the driver, a a blond 30 something woman, dumped the clutch and with a squeal of tires, pulled out of the airport. A moment later, the two detectives ran out and looked for the geared man, bu the Fiat was already lost in traffic.

"Damm, Castillo's gonna have our hides!" cursed Sonny.

In the Fiat, the man puled the cloth bag out of the nylon pack, and examined the contents. LOng slim bladed knives with graceful leaf shaped blades gleamed in the Florida sun. Horn handles in hues ranging from honey blond to midnight black held the needle pointed blades. The driver glanced over while making her way quickly through the Miami traffic.

"Is it all there, Dad?" she asked the old man.

"We got it all, Jess. It's a good shipment, and these are all going into the hands of American knife nuts. In a few days, another few dozen people will know the pleasure of owning and using the Resolza."

The driver downshifted the Abarth and passed a slower car with a throaty growl, and left the highway and faded off into downtown Miami.
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Bulletin:

B.O.L.O. for this individual. He is wanted for questioning in possible smuggling of merchandise that has not been through customs.

Suspect is armed and dangerous. Known to frequent barbeque joints and front porches. Proceed with caution.

(From the man on the inside...)

 

[silenthunterstudios]

The federal analyst sipped the local coffee, looking out over the Miami skyline. He could hear Castillo ripping the young detectives a new one, down the hall. For months, sightings of these strange blades had been popping up all over the United States. A massive manhunt was underway for this mysterious Sardinian, who could have been in the States right at that very moment.

What they didn't know, was that there was going to be an unprecedented meeting of two very old and secret societies. The analyst had been called to Miami on very strict orders. They still didn't know the identity of the Sardinian, and were perplexed at this new player, the mysterious faction that was moving the Sardinian's product.

The analyst decided to take an early lunch, enjoying the city, and walked to a Cuban restaurant, stopping off and on to look in shops, and make sure he wasn't followed. He walked directly to a table in the back, and the two men sitting there rose to greet him. After pleasantries were exchanged, their meal of Cuban pork sandwiches was brought out to them, with Cuba Libres to wash it down. The men at the table took out their knives to cut their sandwiches, and took a sip of their beverage.

The analyst took out a knife like theirs, slightly larger, and proceeded to cut his sandwich, saying, "See my friend, I told you the man knows where to eat."

The analyst then took a small knife out of his pocket and gave it to one of the men, saying "They will never know what hit them." The man in the bucket hat leaned forward, with a sly grin, and pulled a similar knife from his pocket.

The Sardinian looked over both of the blades, and said "My friends, we may have something here..."

 

[Catherine_Montana]

Miami International Airport.

The two under cover Miami-Dade police officers were a study of purposeful disinterest. One, in a wrinkled white Pierre Cardin suit and a two day shadow of beard stubble was looking over a magazine rack, while an arms length away a young African American man in an impeccable gray suit and sunglasses watched the crown while leaning against the wall in the bookstore. Crowds of departing and arriving tourists drifted by, and were unaware of the scrutiny of the two cops.

"Are we sure about the information, Sonny?" asked 'Rico' Tubbs.

His partner glanced over the airport and replied in a low gravely voice, " It could be good or bad, partner. But when Castillo says cover the airport, we cover it."

Both men suddenly tensed, and watched the luggage carousel with renewed interest. Bags of all kinds were now coming out of the opening and people of all kinds were now picking over the bags as they came out and went around. Sonny and Rico watched as a older man with a gray flat cap and white shirt hanging out over the black trousers picked up a small suitcase. The followed him closely planing on grabbing him as he left the airport. They hung back in case, to see it he was operating alone or had any confederates close by. The suspect walked a short way and went into a men's room. Sony and Rico staked out the mens room from a short distance away.

Inside the older bearded man who picked up the suitcase from the overseas flight, ducked into a stall and quickly opened the suitcase. He pulled out cloth bag and a balled up nylon daypack. Tucking the cloth bag into the nylon pack, he then took off his flat cap and shoved it down inside the toilet paper container. He took out a rolled up khaki bucket hat from his pants pocket and pulled it down on his head. He then took off the baggy white shirt, revealing a black Tommy Bahama short sleeve shirt with bright green palm trees on it, and shoved the white shirt down in back of the toilet. Then he pulled a black collapsable cane out of the suitcase and opened it up. Adding some dark sunglasses, he walked out of the men's room leaving the suitcase discarded in the men's room stall with his appearance totally changed. Neither Sonny or Rico took notice of the old man on a cane who limped out of the men's room with a bright red nylon pack over one shoulder.

After a very short time, Sonny and Rico sensed something wrong, and charged into the men's room. Finding it empty, they knew they'd been had, and ran for the main lobby of the airport.

Outside the main entrance, the old bearded man in the palm tree print shirt got into the passenger seat of the Fiat 500 Abarth that pulled up from where the driver had been watching the door. No sooner than the bearded man was seated in the car, the driver, a a blond 30 something woman, dumped the clutch and with a squeal of tires, pulled out of the airport. A moment later, the two detectives ran out and looked for the geared man, bu the Fiat was already lost in traffic.

"Damm, Castillo's gonna have our hides!" cursed Sonny.

In the Fiat, the man puled the cloth bag out of the nylon pack, and examined the contents. LOng slim bladed knives with graceful leaf shaped blades gleamed in the Florida sun. Horn handles in hues ranging from honey blond to midnight black held the needle pointed blades. The driver glanced over while making her way quickly through the Miami traffic.

"Is it all there, Dad?" she asked the old man.

"We got it all, Jess. It's a good shipment, and these are all going into the hands of American knife nuts. In a few days, another few dozen people will know the pleasure of owning and using the Resolza."

The driver downshifted the Abarth and passed a slower car with a throaty growl, and left the highway and faded off into downtown Miami.
---------------------------------------------------------------------

Bulletin:

B.O.L.O. for this individual. He is wanted for questioning in possible smuggling of merchandise that has not been through customs.

Good one! Thank you.

Cate

 

[Catherine_Montana]

Hi!

Very nice knives. I could never quite understand the difference between slip joints and friction folders... Could anyone help me here?

Thanks.

Hello,

Can someone answer this poster's question please?

Thank you.

Cate
PS:
http://greateasterncutlery.net/blog/pocket-knives/knife-terminology/
I did an internet search and it came up with You Tube links, etc. I used Google. I am sorry that I can't explain this to you as other people can here.

 

[Catherine_Montana]

Update on the pattada knife I bought. I've been carrying it in my pocket and it needed some protection so I made this sheath. The clip is removable and it can be replaced with other attachment pieces (keyrings, lanyards, whatever...).

Great retention. Love the feel and smell of the leather. Can be used for Victorinox SAKs of 84mm or 91mm.

You made a very nice sheath! Thank you for sharing.

Cate

 

[Catherine_Montana]

The federal analyst sipped the local coffee, looking out over the Miami skyline. He could hear Castillo ripping the young detectives a new one, down the hall. For months, sightings of these strange blades had been popping up all over the United States. A massive manhunt was underway for this mysterious Sardinian, who could have been in the States right at that very moment.

What they didn't know, was that there was going to be an unprecedented meeting of two very old and secret societies. The analyst had been called to Miami on very strict orders. They still didn't know the identity of the Sardinian, and were perplexed at this new player, the mysterious faction that was moving the Sardinian's product.

The analyst decided to take an early lunch, enjoying the city, and walked to a Cuban restaurant, stopping off and on to look in shops, and make sure he wasn't followed. He walked directly to a table in the back, and the two men sitting there rose to greet him. After pleasantries were exchanged, their meal of Cuban pork sandwiches was brought out to them, with Cuba Libres to wash it down. The men at the table took out their knives to cut their sandwiches, and took a sip of their beverage.

The analyst took out a knife like theirs, slightly larger, and proceeded to cut his sandwich, saying, "See my friend, I told you the man knows where to eat."

The analyst then took a small knife out of his pocket and gave it to one of the men, saying "They will never know what hit them." The man in the bucket hat leaned forward, with a sly grin, and pulled a similar knife from his pocket.

The Sardinian looked over both of the blades, and said "My friends, we may have something here..."

Cool... grin.

Thank you.

Cate

 

[Raymond1000]

Hello,

Can someone answer this poster's question please?

Thank you.

Cate
PS:
http://greateasterncutlery.net/blog/pocket-knives/knife-terminology/
I did an internet search and it came up with You Tube links, etc. I used Google. I am sorry that I can't explain this to you as other people can here.

A slip joint has one or more back springs. The blade tang makes a cam that distorts the back spring, except in two positions. The back spring holds a blade open, and closed.

In a friction folder the job of the back spring is done by—friction. The handle body is tight and squeezes the tang. That keeps the blade from falling open or closed.

 

[quattromori]

With a gentle movement, the man opened the bottom drawer of the heavy old desk. Unwrapping it from a red flannel cloth, he read the mark and name on the leather as he was opening the sheath. Slowly, he pulled out a knife and held it in his pocket, almost like weighing it with his hand. He turned the knife around, looking at the red streak marking the blond horn, then he opened it, his fingers testing the edge as he fiddled with the blade.
It had been in the drawer for a couple weeks. The person who had committed the knife to him had given no reply yet, and days passed. But he was a patient man, and he was in no hurry now the knife was safe in his house. If this person appears, then of course the knife will be on its way soon. Otherwise, someone else would have it sooner or later. Maybe the man with the funny shirt and the bucket hat would help him find a recipient. Just like people, objects had a destination, although sometimes it's not the one we assume it is.

He wiped the knife with the red cloth, put it back in the sheath, closed the drawer with the knife back in, and walked towards the kitchen.
Sun was getting high, but the house was still cool from the night breeze, and protected by the thick stone walls. From a bowl on the table, he picked a pear and peeled it carefully, then opened up the cupboard and chose a small round cheese, untouched inside a brown paper bag. He pulled his knife out, opened it, and with a slow movement dug the tip of the blade into the very center of the cheese, cutting down twice to get a triangular slice of cheese. As he grabbed it, the familiar smell of sheep cheese flooded the kitchen. Then he cut both the cheese and pear in smaller pieces, and started eating them, each time piercing both pear and cheese with the tip of his knife, and eating them together, as his grandfather did when he was a kid. After a glass of water, he walked back towards the living room, glancing at the bottom drawer of the desk.

We'll see where you're headed....

Fausto

 

[pfrsantos]

A slip joint has one or more back springs. The blade tang makes a cam that distorts the back spring, except in two positions. The back spring holds a blade open, and closed.

In a friction folder the job of the back spring is done by—friction. The handle body is tight and squeezes the tang. That keeps the blade from falling open or closed.

Thank you both. I also stopped being lazy and searched the net. I think I (finally) got it. What threw me off in those two knives in the pic is that they both seemed to have a "functional" back spring.

 

[quattromori]

Fausto

 

[jackknife]

Fausto

Wow! Fausto, the color blending on that horn is amazing. :thumbup::thumbup::thumbup:

 

[Gevonovich]

Just a wonderful specimen, Fausto!

 

[lambertiana]

Fausto

Fausto, when I can finally save money to have you get one for me, this is just right.

 

[quattromori]

Wow! Fausto, the color blending on that horn is amazing. :thumbup::thumbup::thumbup:

Just a wonderful specimen, Fausto!

Fausto, when I can finally save money to have you get one for me, this is just right.

Thanks for your comments folks.
This knife will soon fly overseas towards a happy (hopefully) new owner.
When I got it from the maker, I was quite surprised by the color as well. I had asked him to find some blond horn with a bit of character (sometimes, blond horn tends to be a little too plain, or at least that's how I see it).
Yet this sort of reddish streaks is quite unusual and surely appealing. I hope I'm able to get more with this tone in the future

Fausto

 

[Catherine_Montana]

Raymond 1000,

Thank you.

Cate

 

[Catherine_Montana]

With a gentle movement, the man opened the bottom drawer of the heavy old desk. Unwrapping it from a red flannel cloth, he read the mark and name on the leather as he was opening the sheath. Slowly, he pulled out a knife and held it in his pocket, almost like weighing it with his hand. He turned the knife around, looking at the red streak marking the blond horn, then he opened it, his fingers testing the edge as he fiddled with the blade.
It had been in the drawer for a couple weeks. The person who had committed the knife to him had given no reply yet, and days passed. But he was a patient man, and he was in no hurry now the knife was safe in his house. If this person appears, then of course the knife will be on its way soon. Otherwise, someone else would have it sooner or later. Maybe the man with the funny shirt and the bucket hat would help him find a recipient. Just like people, objects had a destination, although sometimes it's not the one we assume it is.

He wiped the knife with the red cloth, put it back in the sheath, closed the drawer with the knife back in, and walked towards the kitchen.
Sun was getting high, but the house was still cool from the night breeze, and protected by the thick stone walls. From a bowl on the table, he picked a pear and peeled it carefully, then opened up the cupboard and chose a small round cheese, untouched inside a brown paper bag. He pulled his knife out, opened it, and with a slow movement dug the tip of the blade into the very center of the cheese, cutting down twice to get a triangular slice of cheese. As he grabbed it, the familiar smell of sheep cheese flooded the kitchen. Then he cut both the cheese and pear in smaller pieces, and started eating them, each time piercing both pear and cheese with the tip of his knife, and eating them together, as his grandfather did when he was a kid. After a glass of water, he walked back towards the living room, glancing at the bottom drawer of the desk.

We'll see where you're headed....

Fausto

Cate

 

[Catherine_Montana]

Fausto,

Beautiful knife!

Cate