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Thank you, Todd.
I wore mine every day for over 20 years too.
I've not carried a modern by itself for many years... I think it would feel weird not to have a pocket knife rattling around in the bottom of my pocket.
Thank you, my friend.
I like it.
Thank you, my friend.
Fabulous Lambsfoot, Jack.
Really Excellent Pair, Jer.
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Thanks! I tend to carry Trappers a lot.
Three of my great grandfathers were killed in WW1, (the fourth, an experienced soldier, was wounded). At least one was a cutler (as was his brother, who was also killed)
Great pairing Jer
Did I ever tell you the tale about my father's wedding ring John?
Thanks palFabulous Lambsfoot, Jack.
Enjoy your scrapple Bob, that's a fantastic knifeLooking forward to this carry. Now to search out that Pennsylvania gourmet delight called scrapple.
I agree—the thin sheepsfoot secondary is such a useful blade. I lowered it on my Churchill by filing the kick so that it sits lower when closed.Always enjoy seeing that Case model, and the planned reflection is impressive!!
I really don't care for carrying trappers myself, but I sure like looking at those of other folks! Schweet Schrade!!
About 50 years ago I bought a set of 3 cast iron frying pans, one of which was about that size. I didn't think I'd use it much for cooking, but I had a "skeleton and roses" sticker from a Grateful Dead album I had bought in a second-hand store run by followers of the Maharishi Mahesh Yogi, and that sticker fit perfectly in the bottom of the pan! It was a wall decoration for many years in my bachelor days.
If I was guaranteed that I could get covers that look as good as those on your Barlow and SBJr, I'd buy some Case bonestag in a "New York minute"!!
The weather is turning too cold for me to drool the way that stag canoe made me drool, Rob!!
Can you canoe? Can do!
You're welcome, John. "quotidian" is a word I remember learning back in my high school Latin days over 50 years ago. Maybe we should start using "QC" instead of "EDC", just to keep people on their toes.
Great photo of that lamb, John. But I think I've read too many JFK assassination conspiracy books, because the ring in the photo immediately reminded me of the fact that Oswald left his wedding ring (and his wallet with $170 in it) on his wife's dresser when he left for work on the day JFK was shot.
Well-said, Tim, and thanks to everyone who posted reminders of Veterans/Armistice/Remembrance Day!
Thanks, Todd.
From the size of the wood stack in your fire pit, looks like you planned to enjoy the fire for more than a couple of minutes, Todd!
I like almost anything with peanut butter on a sandwich, but sweet pickle relish is something I've never developed a taste for. (I'll go for a PB, dill pickle, and spicy mustard sandwich though!)
Amazing story!
Thanks for the pocket info. Fortunately, I can't remember having any pants with sewn-down pocket bottoms.
The wood models have impressive covers!
Superb stag lambsfoot!!
Thanks for the additional info. That brass knife you made is impressive; no wonder I haven't seen one posted by anyone else!
Thanks, Joshua. A big part of the Churchill's appeal to me is the sheepsfoot secondary opposite the main blade. (Also like the almost-sunk joints and the equal end frame.)
I wish I was better at leaf identification. Glad to hear that you're still enjoying that burlap micarta work knife, Alan.
Thanks for the additional photo; I was not expecting that clear layer under the "gold" covers!
Thanks, Todd.
Outstanding knife, LT!!
Congrats on the new Large Lamb, John! And you continue to up your photo game with the "knife-on-LOVE-knot-with-PAIR-of-initials"!!
- GT
Your family paid a fearsome price, Jack.Three of my great grandfathers were killed in WW1, (the fourth, an experienced soldier, was wounded). At least one was a cutler (as was his brother, who was also killed)
Great pairing Jer
Did I ever tell you the tale about my father's wedding ring John?
My dad rarely wore his wedding ring. He worked in a big engineering firm when I was a kid, (after leaving Richards), James Neill Tools, who specialised in blue Eclipse hacksaw blades and industrial magnets, among other things. They were the biggest small tool manufacturer in the world, at the time, outside the US. My dad would keep his wedding ring in the button-down pocket on the left breast of his coveralls (called a 'boiler suit' here). I remember seeing it, it looked like what I think of as a signet ring really. Anyway, one day he lost the ring, and obviously my mother noticed, and words were said. My parents rarely said a cross word in front of me and my younger brother and sister, but my mother definitely wasn't happy. My dad said he was going to put a note up on the work's notice board offering a reward of £5, which was quite a lot of money in the 1960's, and a good deal more than the ring was worth as scrap or in a pawn-shop. My dad and my uncle, who worked with him at the time, and his work-mates, searched all over for the ring, but they never found it, and nobody handed it in. Obviously, losing it was an accident, but the subject would occasionally come up between my parents over the next couple of years. My dad never replaced the ring.
We were poor when I was a kid, and we didn't go away on holiday every year. When we did, it was to the seaside, and usually to a place called Bridlington, which is sort of on the tip of the nose on the 'man's face' on the north east coast of England, if you know what it looks like. Because the furnaces in the steel works had to be allowed to cool down gradually, many Sheffield workers took their holidays at the same time, the last week in July, and the first week in August. These were known as the 'Works Weeks', though I think they are more correctly called 'Wakes Weeks', which is an older term, which probably has nothing to do with the steel industry. During these two weeks, Bridlington, one of the nearest coastal resorts to Sheffield became a sort of Sheffield-on-Sea. Even the local daily Sheffield newspapers would be shipped to Bridlington. Walking along the sea-front, my dad would constantly be saying hello to blokes he worked with. As a kid I just thought he knew a lot of people!
One day, we went down to the beach. Me and my sister and brother would paddle, and look for crabs in the rock-pools. It was a hot sunny day, the kind that goes on forever when you're a kid. I remember we watched a bloke trying to get onto an inflatable 'lilo' in the surf, for what seemed like hours. Every time he got on, he'd fall off, much to our amusement.
We stayed on the beach much later than usual, only retreating when the tide was right up the sand, walking up the hill, prickly with sunburn, and hungry for our evening meal. Usually, we ate at our accommodation, with mum doing the cooking, but as it was late, and we were on holiday, on this occasion, dad said that we could have fish and chips. Us kids had fishcakes, which is like fish and potato, and less expensive than fish, and my mum had cod roe, which she was rather partial to. My dad was going to have cod and chips, but we were so late that they had run out of cod, so he asked for a meat pie.
We got the food wrapped up, with lots of salt and vinegar on the chips for us kids, and walked back along the sea-front. Finding a bench on the promenade, not far from where we had spent the day, we sat down to eat our meal. Mum doled it all out on the newspaper it had been wrapped up in, which was how things were served back here in the sixties. We were tucking into our chips, and my dad took a bite of his pie, and you'll never guess what was inside...
Thanks pal
Enjoy your scrapple Bob, that's a fantastic knife
