Traditional Argentine knife giveaway

I grew up in southwest Mississippi/ south Louisiana. One of our traditions is a crawfish boil, here on the swamps. The whole family gets together with friends and boils sacks of crawfish. We have boiled up to 600 lbs of crawfish. This is a unique tradition really only carried out around these parts of the southeast.
 
So many local traditions here, such amazing variety and history. Logging, mining, ranching, the Santa Fe Trail, railroading, hot air ballooning, outdoors, green chilis roasting in the fall...

My favorite, spending time in the natural outdoors.

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Coming from Santa Cruz, 420 is a big thing. It's not completely about the weed, as the area's surrounded by yuppie hippies. You know the ones: secretly rich but spends their days banging on bongo drums in the streets and going without showering for weeks. Well, the streets would line with people and everyone just goes around having a great time singing and dancing, especially around the UCSC campus. Ahh...memories...

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Thanks for sharing, guys! I love learning about different places. I'll try to upload a couple of better pics tonight.
 
What a great interesting thread!

Coming from the other side of the Pacific in Aus...One of the traditions our family follows is going to the dawn service on April 25th (ANZAC Day). Afterwards, we go home and have breakfast, then go and watch the parade. After the parade, we go to the local returned servicemens club for lunch, a beer, and play 'Two-up'. It's the only day of the year this old diggers past-time can be legally played for bets here. Last year was the first year my father, my Uncle and my son and I all went together to the dawn service, it was a great day.
 
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We have re-enactments of the shootout at the OK Corral almost every weekend in Tombstone, AZ.
 
I don't follow many traditions other than my own, and to me nothing is more special than a birthday. On the day of death and birth for my parents I celebrate by sharing a beer with them. No matter where or who I am with, I step outside and give my parents their share of the beer- first and last sip goes to the ground.

Thank you very much for the giveaway!
 
One of the traditions that my wife's father introduced me to was collecting wild honey. We collected from two different sites, one lot of bees lived near a soba (Buck wheat) field, which gave their honey a distinctive taste and appearance (Practically white). I don't have any pics because we went at night and I was a little busy holding a burning bundle of leaves and blowing smoke into the hives. I wore a mosquito net over my Tilley and very thick workman's gloves.
 
Good contest thread here, Fancisco! :)

And an absolutely super Fine Traditional sheath knife from a wonderful part of the world to give out to some very lucky winner. :thumbup:

We have lots of traditions down here in the Cypress Swamps in the great south eastern parts of the USA.. I'll likely list several cool hunting & fishing traditions in here a little later, but one of my all time favorites is called 'Noodle'n'..

Its where you fish for the largest Catfish you can find in your local rivers, lakes, swamps or ponds using only your bear hands.. The process is just jumping into the drink and wading along the bottom near the banks feeling for Catfish dens or as some call them Cat-Holes. Once you detect a Catfishes whiskers or any other part of her; you get your mitts inside her mouth lickity-split and hang on tight.. :eek:.. They'll give you quite a ride.. :D .. You'll end up with some nice cuts and bruises on your paws but is worth the pain for all the fight'n fun you will have to be sure.. We typically let the big ones go but keep several of the smaller ones for filleting to sling onto the B-B-Q or to roll up in egg-beer-bread crumbs batter to fry up in the skillet..

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Anthony
 
This is a picture of a small portion (little tributary) of the Platte River. My Brother and I had a tradition about 50 years ago to go plinking with our 22's on the Platte. My Mother made sure I knew how to shoot a rifle when I was 10 years old and it was my brothers job to teach me. Whenever he would come back home he would take me shooting. I still have that single shot Remington and it brings back fond memories when I pick it up and look at it. And Thanks for bringing back the memories just typing this. And of course for the chance to win a beautiful knife.

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Here in Ottawa, things get pretty cold in the winter. Some folks like to complain about the weather (it's our other national sport aside from hockey) but others like me don't mind the winter as much. I like to play all kinds of winter sports like skiing, snow shoeing and also skating!

Skating along the Rideau Canal in Ottawa is probably one of the most popular things to do in Ottawa in the winter. Normally, a sleepy, public servant kind of town, everybody seems to lace up their skates and go skating. When frozen, the canal is the longest skating rink in the world at just under 8km (that's about 5 miles for my American friends). It can be quite the party with live bands, wood fires, hot chocolate, maple syrup/taffy and beaver tails (a local delicacy of fried dough and sugary toppings) all available, right on the ice. It's a great time for kids and parents and grandparents too. The best part is that skating is free and the canal is centrally located. My colleague actually skates to work in the winter! Now we are into spring here (I hope) but I still miss the ice on the canal a bit. I attached a picture to give you an idea what it is like.

Thanks for the opportunity to win! My Dad was born in Argentina and he has a couple beautiful criollos in hammered silver and carbon steel. I'd sure like to have a traditional pattern like that myself. Best of luck to everyone.

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Sunnyd that's a wicked cool picture! We've got catfish similar to those around here, called "surubí" but we use rods to get them, you guys are insane. :)

Somniloquist, I've got quite a few Canadian relatives, an uncle and an aunt teach at McMaster university in Hamilton.

Here are a couple more pics of the knife. I tried to get a better shot of the braiding on the handle and sheath but my camera is too crappy, light is bad and I'm about as good a photographer as I am an astronaut.

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When I was a kid, we has a farm. About 3 acres were "yard mowed", and further out, around the house was forested. My brothers and I used to sit in the front yard, close to the edge of the trees, and watch the animals at night.

Long after I was married, I visited my family farm. It was very late and the moon was high. I was sippin some local "spirits". My ex wife came out and asked "What the hell I was doin?" :mad: I replied "talkin to the coyotes." :) She bitched "There ain't coyotes out here.". I shined a flashlight and caught about 8 pairs of eyes. She sh!t herself runnin to the house. I still chuckle about that to this day.

The coyotes thought it was funny, too.:D
 
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Building a tree house is a tradition for kids here in the USA. I built one a year and a half ago with and for my kids. I did most of the work, but they helped with the planning and some of the lighter work. I was nervous about beginning the project, worried about my own skills and worried about the safety of the structure. The deck sits 18' (6 meters) above the ground, so I did a lot of reading and studying before I committed to the project. In the end we came up with a pretty robust design that is rock solid.

Here is a picture of me affixing one of two large Nave brackets I had welded to support the deck:

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I ended up doing most of the work with hand tools. It was much more satisfying and quiet that way. I did use an electric drill, though. I don't own a bit and brace:

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Here is the nearly finished product in winter. You can't really see the roof since the snow blends into the sky. The structure is 8' X 8', the deck is 12' X 8' and features a neat trapdoor. The peak of the roof is about 7':

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For never having done carpentry, or my own large-scale project, I was pleased with the results. It is absolutely solid and is designed so that as the two trees grow that it is anchored to, the deck will neither be compressed nor pulled apart. Most importantly, the kids love it and we have lots of fun "camp outs" in the treehouse. Even in winter, and especially for their winter breaks, we get a lot of "air time".
 
Our tradtion centered around Memmorial Day. All the families would go to the local cemetaries to decorate the graves of family lost and then go to the park for a dinner. It was also our family reunion of the year. Relatives would come from a couple of hours away to visit and enjoy the comapny. I have family pictures of my dad holding me and my uncle holding his oldest son. Dad was 7 years senior to his brother and I was one year older than my cousin. I was 4 at the time. These continued until I graduated from college and moved 1000 miles away. Now we rarely see any of the cousins and hear little of each other. Of course the dinners were home fried chicken , fresh tomatoes and anything that was special for that weekend.
 
I don't know any local traditions here in SoCal, but I have a couple traditions I started with my family.

The first one is for my wife and I. I bought two really nice Crystal Goblets when we were married. Every year on our Anniversary we drink a toast with them, they are never used any other time of year. 26 years and counting...

The second one is for my kids who are both grown now. Every year on XMas Eve we watch "How the Grinch Stole Christmas". It never gets old for me.

Thanks for the chance!
 
This is more of a personal tradition. On new years eve I go up on the mountain behind my house, bring a clean peanut jar with air holed lid and a candle. I light the candle in memory of my parents put the lid on, hang out a while and head home leaving the candle lit.,, sorry, eyes sweating.
 
Our local tradition here in central N.C. would have to be BBQ (pork) I live about 15 miles from Lexington witch has the BBQ festivals http://www.barbecuefestival.com/ 90 percent of the resturants around here are named something BBQ but I love BBQ so it's not makeing me mad :D, but most of our family traditions have died with the old fokes like we used to meet at my grandmas every friday for lunch an yes BBQ was always on the menu
 
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This is more of a personal tradition.. On new years eve I go up on the mountain behind my house, bring a clean peanut jar with air holed lid and a candle. I light the candle in memory of my parents put the lid on, hang out a while and head home leaving the candle lit.,, sorry, eyes sweating.
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You must really love your parents..

I wish I had folks like that!


Nice tribute to them. :thumbup:


Anthony
 
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