What "Traditional Knife" are ya totin' today?

Nice knives, but I think of you as a Tele or Strat man, so I'm surprised to see a Les Paul Jr. in one of your pics.
I am indeed mostly a Telecaster hack, but I LOVE P 90 pickups.
This is a plywood Epiphone Jr., which had been worked over by a now gone guitar shop in Lombard, Il. They put tuners, wiring harness, and the P90 in it that came out of a '50s Gibson. I got it in a massive trade a friend put together to talk me out of a '52 Banner Head J45. The crown jewel that sealed the trade for me was the '55 J45 I now have. The '52 had more collector's value, but the '55 is a better guitar.
I often take that Jr and a tiny amp when on the road, as I am now.
What is the pattern of the boker,may have to hunt one down.

That is a nice navy jack jeff
Thanks, Robert😉
 
You probably know more than me,up north we used to pirate a Sunday evening rock show with interviews, I believe it was from LA and page was talking about a few of his favorite guitars and les paul being his go too,but ithat was over 30 years ago so i may be misremembering,mind you on that show brian johnson ac/dc claimed to have a road double for when he got burnt out and listed winnipeg as one place a double was used,now my buddy always waiting in line for floor seats we think he is bullshitting lol.
Guitar guys are like knife guys...
Pick the tool for the job, and don't lock yourself into just one type.
The guy you're talking about recorded a lot with a Telecaster, but when I saw them, he only played his '59 Sunburst Les Paul. Well, he did use a double neck ~ 6 string/12 string for a song or two.
Remember, also just like knives and their makers, there is no such thing as the "Best" guitar or guitar player.

Sorry for the sidetracking...
 
SAK of the Week isn't technically a Swiss Army Knife, but it's a Florist that I store with my SAKs, so that's good enough for me. 🤓
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Stockman of the Week is a little Imperial stockman I got from a geology prof who knew I was interested in pocket knives.
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Boker In Flight

On the twenty-second morning of July, with the air close and the soil dry from many weeks without rain, I happened upon a curious implement resting atop the mulch beneath the low hedge that borders the schoolhouse yard. The light, softened by a veil of clouds, fell in a sheen upon it. It was not a creature, though I confess its form struck me with a kind of animate presence, as though some vital current lingered about it still.

The object in question was a folding knife, stout and gleaming. Its handle was composed of jigged bone, richly stained, resembling the back of a pine beetle in both color and texture. Embedded at its center, a silver medallion bore the likeness of a tree, rendered in fine relief. This same symbol appeared again, more prominently, etched into the shining curve of its blade alongside the words Tree Brand. I recognized it as a product of the Solingen cutlers, whose work has earned praise from tradesmen and woodsmen alike. This one bore the hawkbill shape, its point sweeping downward like the beak of the red-shouldered kite I once watched dismember a field mouse near the bayou.

It lay open, as if in mid-flight, and I confess the sight struck me with an odd melancholy. Such knives were once common among orchardists and cable splicers, men who knew how to prune, how to strip wire, how to finish clean and quiet. It was a tool of purpose, plain yet noble in its resolve. I lifted it and found it cool, the blade firm and oiled, unmarred by rust. Whoever lost it had kept it well.

In the weeks that followed, I found occasion to use the knife in small but worthy acts.

One morning, as I walked the boundary of the field behind the parsonage, I came upon a stand of wild grapevines that had strangled the lower branches of a young elm. The blade, though curved and stout, moved with surprising grace, biting through the tough stems. I freed the sapling and left the trimmings in a neat coil for the wrens, who favor such tangle for their nests.

Later, I carried the knife with me to the old ferry landing, where I gathered reeds for sketching. The hawkbill made clean work of the stalks, its edge drawing tight and true around the base with far less effort than a straight blade would allow.

I then thought perhaps it had not been lost at all, but laid down with quiet intention, waiting for a hand that might still find use for its purpose. There are implements which outlast the hand that grips them. This one, I believe, is among them. And so it shall pass from hand to hand, silent and sure, until its purpose is fulfilled in the fullness of its time.


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A fine all purpose quartet, Tim. But I am focused on that 233 mid-sized jack. I do not recall seeing one here besides mine.

Back in the '70s, I bought a 33OT Middleman Jack, and carried it for years alongside a 293Y Trapper. Many years later, I saw a pristine 233 on the auction site. Looked into it, and realized it was the older version of my faithful 33OT. So I bought it.
Love that little big knife!
Schrade was doing the best jigged delrin during the pre-Old Timer days.
I had a feelin you would like that one lol it really is a beautiful n surprisingly hefty lil knife. The main blade has a lil wobble. So, I think I will try my hand at tightenin it up. It will be my first attempt so any advice from anyone is welcome!
The case camp knife is always a winner
I could get away with only havin that knife all week n more than likely not have an issue.
 
It'll probably be this pair for most of the week. I like to carry the same knife for a few days, or even months at a time. The Alox Pioneer has been in my pocket every day for about three years now, but I do have three Buck 112s that I switch once in a while. I know most guys here like variety, but I'm an old geezer, and this is just what works for me.:)
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