What "Traditional Knife" are ya totin' today?

[mbkr]

Happy Friday
Going to be hot and sticky today. Already 82F with 69% humidity.

 

[sf fanatic]

A beautiful start to the day here in the City by the Bay! Looking forward to a nice relaxing weekend. With a nod to Black Friday an ebony lamb and a Stingray. Have a great day folks!

 

[The Fort]

 

[Pt-Luso]

You picked a dandy for your first canoe!
I really like mine, too. I pair it with the matching Marbles Barlow.

Thank you very much, Steve.
That's a great combination idea.

 

[Rufus1949]

Have a great weekend everyone.

What a beautiful barehead!

 

[MessieurRick]

Heading north for the weekend.

 

[Gary W. Graley]

https://flic.kr/p/2rc2L6u

G2

 

[pat9198]

 

[SteveC]

 

[Jerbhola89]

TGIF!

 

[majorpain1]

 

[Corto_Malt]

 

[Crappie71]

 

[Scholefield123]

One of my favourite patterns…Lannys Clip by Drt , in some beautiful vintage Westinghouse Micarta

 

[5K Qs]

In a dusty curio shop nestled between crumbling brick buildings on the forgotten side of town, a drifter found himself drawn to two peculiar knives resting in a dusty glass case. The shopkeeper, a gaunt man with eyes that never blinked, said little. He simply nodded toward the blade with the obsidian edge … black as space and slick as spilled oil … and the pocket knife beside it, humble but gleaming with a strange, warm glow. “They choose you,” the shopkeeper rasped. The drifter, who’d seen his share of strange towns and stranger people, chuckled and bought them both.

That night, deep in the woods where his map had led him off the beaten trail, the drifter made camp. He unfolded the Northwoods Indian River Jack first. Light, familiar, traditional and nostalgic. But when he drew the Midnight Lace Obsidian, time seemed to slow. Shadows stretched. Stars flickered then disappeared. Trees whispered things no wind could carry. He felt the antler grip melt into his palm, he sensed being watched. A voice not heard, but known, told him the blade had tasted ancient blood, and hungered still. Too late, he realized the Indian River Jack wasn’t a companion ... it was a key and when opened, had unlocked something. An ancient ritual and the door to a place not meant to be remembered, where forgotten things wait with patience older than time. When dawn rose, there was no sign of the drifter. Only the two knives left perfectly side by side on a stump, waiting. For the next one.

In the year 2437, aboard the salvage freighter Perseus Drift, engineer Elen Miro discovered a sealed crate drifting near the Oort Cloud. The manifest listed it as “Archaeotech – Pre-Digital Era,” but when she pried it open, she found two objects wrapped in faded leather: a crude knife of volcanic glass fused to what appeared to be antler, and an antique folding knife with a polished bone handle marked by a small, metallic arrowhead. Curious, Elen ran scans. The obsidian blade emitted no electromagnetic signal. Impossible for a physical object. The pocket knife, however, had a very faint radiation signature consistent with low-level quantum entanglement. Both were centuries, possibly millennia old, but inexplicably ... warm to the touch.

Over the next days, strange phenomena began happening aboard the Perseus Drift. Navigation systems warped subtly, readings contradicted themselves. Time glitches occurred in brief pulses. Elen noticed crew members lingering near the knives, whispering things they couldn’t recall later. On the seventh day, the ship jumped … not through slipspace, but into a place outside stellar coordinates. Through the portholes stretched a cold, black expanse dotted not with stars, but flickering eyes. The Midnight Lace Obsidian knife had bonded to Elen’s neural implant. She felt it now … an alien intelligence dormant within its edge. The Indian River Jack flickered in and out of visibility, as if phasing between timelines. The knives were not tools. They were interface keys, left by a civilization far older than our universe, that had lodged within the edged instruments and were capable of rewriting physical constants. Someone, something, had just accepted Elen’s unwitting activation code.

In the end, they were never just knives. They were invitations. Carved in bone and obsidian, wrapped in time and waiting. Each new bearer unknowingly drawing back the veil. From a forest clearing to the void beyond the stars, they passed through hands like whispers through a dream, unlocking more than minds, more than space. They unlocked the thin skin of reality itself. The question is never if they’ll be found again. Only when ...

Excellent story, Jim!
And, should you ever extend me an invitation to visit your humble abode, I will definitely NOT be accepting that invitation!!

- GT

 

[pat9198]

Bonus pic! TGIF

 

[5K Qs]

Did they Like my post because they really do like my knife, or are they just being nice?

Or as my wife likes to remind me, What other people think of me is none of my business.

I agree with that, Jeff, so I wish they'd stop telling me what they think of me!

- GT

 

[Rufus1949]

Bonus pic! TGIF

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I like the Case Pat, my wife only sees a poodle.

 

[5K Qs]

Miscellaneous Knife of the Week is a big Buck toothpick:

Lambsfoot of the Week is Valley Jack, my desert ironwood 2019 Guardians Lambsfoot:

- GT

 

[5K Qs]

Pocketing this Case today.
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Handsome Seahorse Whittler, Bob!

My first Canoe just arrived, Marbles in Ram Horn....and I loved the pattern.

Congrats on your first canoe, José!
I'm sure you'll enjoy it (at least if you're anything like me )!

Have a great weekend everyone.

Knife of distinction, Tim!

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Your round-bolstered Böker is a beauty, Lance!

Noble and notable Black Friday pair, Steve; maybe my two favorite GEC patterns!
(And I'm amazed by your photograph that's taken from far enough back to include both knives and some background, and yet the tang stamps are more clear than I can produce with intense zooming! )

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Your Robeson canoe is definitely hot and spicy!

Bonus pic! TGIF

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One HOT dog and one COOL knife, Patrick!

- GT