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The BladeForums.com 2024 Traditional Knife is ready to order! See this thread for details: https://www.bladeforums.com/threads/bladeforums-2024-traditional-knife.2003187/
Price is$300$250 ea (shipped within CONUS). If you live outside the US, I will contact you after your order for extra shipping charges.
Order here: https://www.bladeforums.com/help/2024-traditional/ - Order as many as you like, we have plenty.
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The Curious Case of the Stag-Handled Peanut
Old Man Wickersham never smiled unless he was sharpening something. Scissors. Machetes. Ice skates. One July he even honed a snow shovel to a surgical edge and shaved with it. Folks gave him space.
Every morning, just at sunrise, he’d walk into the Dew Drop Diner, order a glass of hot root beer, and lay one peculiar item on the counter, a Case Cutlery Peanut pocket knife with stag handles and stainless steel blades that gleamed like a conspiracy.
No one dared touch it. Not since Earl accidentally opened it and started speaking fluent Hungarian for four days. And Earl had never even been east of the county line.
The knife had a reputation. Miss Cora swore it changed pocket sides every time you looked away. Sheriff Boltz claimed it once whittled a walking stick without being touched. It never dulled. Never rusted. And according to Wickersham, it never quite stayed where he left it.
One morning the knife was just gone.
The town went quiet. The birds stopped chirping. The vending machine outside the hardware store dispensed seventeen cans of pork and beans without money or mercy.
Then came young Pete with wide eyes and sticky hands. He claimed he found the Peanut under the church organ wrapped in an old sock embroidered with the phrase, Property of the Second Mayor. That was odd because the second mayor had vanished in 1912 during a pie auction.
Pete, being eleven and fearless, flipped the Peanut open.
A beam of light shot straight into the clouds. A goat on the hill fainted. Miss Cora’s teeth stopped chattering for the first time since 1983.
Then the knife snapped shut.
Pete blinked and said in perfect Sumerian, “I am the hinge of destiny.”
Wickersham chuckled. First time anyone had ever seen him do that.
He took the knife back, gave Pete a nickel, and said, “Best keep your pockets empty boy.”
Pete nodded. And from that day on he never wore pants with pockets again.
Some say he runs faster without pockets.
And every morning the Peanut finds its way back to the counter. Usually with Old Man Wickersham. Always just before the toast burns.
Order up.
Old Man Wickersham never smiled unless he was sharpening something. Scissors. Machetes. Ice skates. One July he even honed a snow shovel to a surgical edge and shaved with it. Folks gave him space.
Every morning, just at sunrise, he’d walk into the Dew Drop Diner, order a glass of hot root beer, and lay one peculiar item on the counter, a Case Cutlery Peanut pocket knife with stag handles and stainless steel blades that gleamed like a conspiracy.
No one dared touch it. Not since Earl accidentally opened it and started speaking fluent Hungarian for four days. And Earl had never even been east of the county line.
The knife had a reputation. Miss Cora swore it changed pocket sides every time you looked away. Sheriff Boltz claimed it once whittled a walking stick without being touched. It never dulled. Never rusted. And according to Wickersham, it never quite stayed where he left it.
One morning the knife was just gone.
The town went quiet. The birds stopped chirping. The vending machine outside the hardware store dispensed seventeen cans of pork and beans without money or mercy.
Then came young Pete with wide eyes and sticky hands. He claimed he found the Peanut under the church organ wrapped in an old sock embroidered with the phrase, Property of the Second Mayor. That was odd because the second mayor had vanished in 1912 during a pie auction.
Pete, being eleven and fearless, flipped the Peanut open.
A beam of light shot straight into the clouds. A goat on the hill fainted. Miss Cora’s teeth stopped chattering for the first time since 1983.
Then the knife snapped shut.
Pete blinked and said in perfect Sumerian, “I am the hinge of destiny.”
Wickersham chuckled. First time anyone had ever seen him do that.
He took the knife back, gave Pete a nickel, and said, “Best keep your pockets empty boy.”
Pete nodded. And from that day on he never wore pants with pockets again.
Some say he runs faster without pockets.
And every morning the Peanut finds its way back to the counter. Usually with Old Man Wickersham. Always just before the toast burns.
Order up.
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Buck_Fan
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I carried my Case Barlow Green Apple like usual but I wanted to carry my SMKW 2009 exclusive Buck 110 just because I can. I really would like to learn more about this Buck because I can not remember anything about it. If my brain is working I think it is bone. But I am not sure.
2009 Buck Knife by Bill Friggle Photography, on Flickr
2009 Buck Knife by Bill Friggle Photography, on Flickr
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mitch13
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I had to have the youngun ring my phone yesterday as I couldn't find it, slipped down the gap in the recliner
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Have a nice day
Mick Boardman
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I really like this one!
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Just so you know I dyed both sides.
