What "Traditional Knife" are ya totin' today?

Took my truck for service to the same place I always do. It’s a shop run by a friend I’ve known since Jr. High. His dad started this shop in 1961, and my buddy has worked there all his life. He serviced my truck while I sat and talked to his dad, in green leather chairs with broken springs. They sit in the same corner as they did when he first opened the shop. In fact, everything is in the same place as it was when he opened the shop, it’s a frozen moment in time. He told me about his 8 years in the navy and the time he spent in Japan and Hawaii, or Ha-why-ya, as he says it. He’s earned the right to say it anyway he chooses. They are the same stories he tells me every time I take my truck for service, and I enjoy them more each time. He asks about my family and tells me that my wife is a keeper and that I’m lucky to have her. Then he tells me what a sweet lady my mom was and reminds me that he used to change her oil too. He says he and his wife used to go to the restaurant where my mom worked because she treated them right, and he’d leave a good tip. He tells me all these things in the time it takes my buddy to service my truck, perfect timing, a fine Swiss timepiece. I paid my bill and he sent me home with some vegetables from his garden, a handshake, and a thank you. There is nothing like a small town. 😊B72AE006-582E-4E33-A7E0-E3D27743EF6F.jpeg
 
bigfish64 said:
Took my truck for service to the same place I always do. It’s a shop run by a friend I’ve known since Jr. High. His dad started this shop in 1961, and my buddy has worked there all his life. He serviced my truck while I sat and talked to his dad, in green leather chairs with broken springs. They sit in the same corner as they did when he first opened the shop. In fact, everything is in the same place as it was when he opened the shop, it’s a frozen moment in time. He told me about his 8 years in the navy and the time he spent in Japan and Hawaii, or Ha-why-ya, as he says it. He’s earned the right to say it anyway he chooses. They are the same stories he tells me every time I take my truck for service, and I enjoy them more each time. He asks about my family and tells me that my wife is a keeper and that I’m lucky to have her. Then he tells me what a sweet lady my mom was and reminds me that he used to change her oil too. He says he and his wife used to go to the restaurant where my mom worked because she treated them right, and he’d leave a good tip. He tells me all these things in the time it takes my buddy to service my truck, perfect timing, a fine Swiss timepiece. I paid my bill and he sent me home with some vegetables from his garden, a handshake, and a thank you. There is nothing like a small town. 😊View attachment 1875963
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That's what I would call a good day sharing life with old friends. Those types of businesses are getting few & far between.
 
Primble said:
Another really nice picture of a really nice knife !
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Thank you Mr P!
Âchillepattada said:
Nice to see it again on a beautiful picture
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Thank you J-M. It is a fantastic knife wonderfully made. Thanks one more time my friend.
bigfish64 said:
Took my truck for service to the same place I always do. It’s a shop run by a friend I’ve known since Jr. High. His dad started this shop in 1961, and my buddy has worked there all his life. He serviced my truck while I sat and talked to his dad, in green leather chairs with broken springs. They sit in the same corner as they did when he first opened the shop. In fact, everything is in the same place as it was when he opened the shop, it’s a frozen moment in time. He told me about his 8 years in the navy and the time he spent in Japan and Hawaii, or Ha-why-ya, as he says it. He’s earned the right to say it anyway he chooses. They are the same stories he tells me every time I take my truck for service, and I enjoy them more each time. He asks about my family and tells me that my wife is a keeper and that I’m lucky to have her. Then he tells me what a sweet lady my mom was and reminds me that he used to change her oil too. He says he and his wife used to go to the restaurant where my mom worked because she treated them right, and he’d leave a good tip. He tells me all these things in the time it takes my buddy to service my truck, perfect timing, a fine Swiss timepiece. I paid my bill and he sent me home with some vegetables from his garden, a handshake, and a thank you. There is nothing like a small town.
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Great story well told. Thanks for the smiles.

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These are actually in my pocket today.
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The clear epoxy finish didn't soak into the horn as well as I'd hoped.
I mean I'm sure it sank in, I just used too much.
I mean I meant to do that; it enhances the texture.
 
Primble said:
Added my horn Lambs Foot to my pocket for photos under the big ole shade tree. The lamb made it's first trip to Granny's Diner this morning.

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Nice looking knife.
Granny's sounds like a great place for breakfast.

bigfish64 said:
Took my truck for service to the same place I always do. It’s a shop run by a friend I’ve known since Jr. High. His dad started this shop in 1961, and my buddy has worked there all his life. He serviced my truck while I sat and talked to his dad, in green leather chairs with broken springs. They sit in the same corner as they did when he first opened the shop. In fact, everything is in the same place as it was when he opened the shop, it’s a frozen moment in time. He told me about his 8 years in the navy and the time he spent in Japan and Hawaii, or Ha-why-ya, as he says it. He’s earned the right to say it anyway he chooses. They are the same stories he tells me every time I take my truck for service, and I enjoy them more each time. He asks about my family and tells me that my wife is a keeper and that I’m lucky to have her. Then he tells me what a sweet lady my mom was and reminds me that he used to change her oil too. He says he and his wife used to go to the restaurant where my mom worked because she treated them right, and he’d leave a good tip. He tells me all these things in the time it takes my buddy to service my truck, perfect timing, a fine Swiss timepiece. I paid my bill and he sent me home with some vegetables from his garden, a handshake, and a thank you. There is nothing like a small town. 😊View attachment 1875963
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Small Town America is great. Always a bonus when you leave with garden fresh veggies
 
Peregrin said:
Gonna hit 95F here today. Feel bad for those seeing 100+ temps. Brutal heat.
Two woods for Wednesday. Have I mentioned how much I like this Boker Club Gent's Knife? :D
The little Crotts designed Dozier is a handy little cutter. The blue Maple Burl covers are striking.
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Hope you managed to find some shade my friend :) :thumbsup:
Primble said:
Added my horn Lambs Foot to my pocket for photos under the big ole shade tree. The lamb made it's first trip to Granny's Diner this morning.

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Nicely photographed Mr P :) :thumbsup:
bigfish64 said:
Took my truck for service to the same place I always do. It’s a shop run by a friend I’ve known since Jr. High. His dad started this shop in 1961, and my buddy has worked there all his life. He serviced my truck while I sat and talked to his dad, in green leather chairs with broken springs. They sit in the same corner as they did when he first opened the shop. In fact, everything is in the same place as it was when he opened the shop, it’s a frozen moment in time. He told me about his 8 years in the navy and the time he spent in Japan and Hawaii, or Ha-why-ya, as he says it. He’s earned the right to say it anyway he chooses. They are the same stories he tells me every time I take my truck for service, and I enjoy them more each time. He asks about my family and tells me that my wife is a keeper and that I’m lucky to have her. Then he tells me what a sweet lady my mom was and reminds me that he used to change her oil too. He says he and his wife used to go to the restaurant where my mom worked because she treated them right, and he’d leave a good tip. He tells me all these things in the time it takes my buddy to service my truck, perfect timing, a fine Swiss timepiece. I paid my bill and he sent me home with some vegetables from his garden, a handshake, and a thank you. There is nothing like a small town. 😊View attachment 1875963
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Heartwarming tale Todd :) :thumbsup:
 
bigfish64 said:
Took my truck for service to the same place I always do. It’s a shop run by a friend I’ve known since Jr. High. His dad started this shop in 1961, and my buddy has worked there all his life. He serviced my truck while I sat and talked to his dad, in green leather chairs with broken springs. They sit in the same corner as they did when he first opened the shop. In fact, everything is in the same place as it was when he opened the shop, it’s a frozen moment in time. He told me about his 8 years in the navy and the time he spent in Japan and Hawaii, or Ha-why-ya, as he says it. He’s earned the right to say it anyway he chooses. They are the same stories he tells me every time I take my truck for service, and I enjoy them more each time. He asks about my family and tells me that my wife is a keeper and that I’m lucky to have her. Then he tells me what a sweet lady my mom was and reminds me that he used to change her oil too. He says he and his wife used to go to the restaurant where my mom worked because she treated them right, and he’d leave a good tip. He tells me all these things in the time it takes my buddy to service my truck, perfect timing, a fine Swiss timepiece. I paid my bill and he sent me home with some vegetables from his garden, a handshake, and a thank you. There is nothing like a small town. 😊View attachment 1875963
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I love 😍 stuff like this. I've been getting my hair cut at a one man/one chair barber shop in Tennessee. The last time I was in there the mayor was getting his hair cut, and a cop in uniform came in to get his cut. A couple of other guys came in and everybody knew everybody, and where everybody was hunting, and who was buying what property, etc., etc. The barber has a loading press in the corner for those slow times, and a Chihuahua that makes sure everybody is OK before returning to his bed under said loading press. Basically, it was Floyd's barbershop from the Andy Griffith show :D
Warms my heart that these places still exist :thumbsup:
I had this pen knife in my pocket, the last time I was in - shoot, I don't even know the name of the place. It's on the corner across from the courthouse in Jamestown, Tennessee ;)
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And I've been carrying this slim trapper around today
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Amir Fleschwund said:
Schrade 804 Whittler cuz Whittler Wednesday, and Schrade Walden 294 Serpentine Jack ~ in Durable Dupont Delrin. I included the Primble Belknap Hardware version of 294 in honor of @Primble’s knife from yesterday.
When I carry that peachseed bone, I use @JohnDF’s slip because I’d hate to bump into somthing and crack that bone.
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Lovin all that Schrade goodness! :cool:
 
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