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My work takes me to very isolated rural communities all over New Zealand.Last week i headed into town to get myself a nice piece of steak for dinner (special occasion).The local butcher shop is on the quiet side of town,and i arrived just as he was packing up the front window to close shop for the night.I helped him pack up his produce and then he asked me what i wanted.."Id like a couple of pieces of aged steak please,I dont care what the cut is as long as its good".He came back from the chiller with a fine piece of porterhouse steak,and while he cut it up i introduced myself..Within 5 minutes he told me that this butchery had been in his family for over 100 years and that he collected pocket knives..I must add that this gentleman is in his mid 70,s and his surname is YOUNG...I pulled out my edc slippys,and he was most impressed with the 2010 Moose and my John Lloyd, that i ALWAYS carry..He commented that they were beatifully made knives,which made me smile....Another couple of minutes of knife related banter passed and he said "come out the back,ive something you may like"...Well, inside this dark cobweb infested old store room was an absolute treasure trove of old butchery equipment...knives,steels,stones ,lamb splitters,chopping blocks ,old scales etc etc...I did not enter the room as i was not invited to do so,but my eyes were taking in an awful lot of history..He fossicked around for a minute,then handed me this beautiful old steel and said "this should scrub up okay?,It belonged to my father,oh and you realise you have to give me a coin for this?.....I left that shop 20 minutes later with my steak and steel, wondering just how much of this old school generosity is left in our fast paced rat race world....I was extremely grateful to be the man he chose to give something so special to.I will be returning to that little town next week with a nice slipjoint for him as a thank you......It was my 47th birthday.........FES