Preston - I graduated in 1979 in a small town. I trapped when I was in high school and only went to school from 11:30 - 3:15 my junior and senior years and trapped from 6am until I had to go to school.
I drove a 1972 Chevrolet 4x4 pickup with a gun rack in the back window where I kept my 22 rifle and a 12 gauge shotgun. My senior year I was called into the office and was told that there was some talk
where a student mentioned steeling my guns. The principal than asked me to either not bring them to school which I went from my trapline straight to school so that was not really possible. He than
suggested I bring the guns into the back of the office every morning and picked them up when I would leave after school. Every morning I would carry my guns by the ladies in the office saying good morning to them
all and setting my guns in the corner of the back room. Than doing the same at the end of school every day and walking out with my guns. Could you imagine that being acceptable today. My have times changed.
This little 525 is my favorite of my little knives. In the early 60's my Dad was in the Coast Guard and was the lighthouse keeper at the Cape Meares Lighthouse here on the Oregon Coast. I was born while living there.
We than bounced around from the West Coast to the East Coast a couple times until my father retired after 20 years and we settled down in a small Oregon town.
It was a great life with fantastic parents, an older brother and sister and 1 younger brother. We all still live within a few miles from each other.
I also added a picture to of a drawer of little knives in boxes for you imagination to run wild. Some have multiple knives in them up to over 20 and many more that are not in that drawer.