What "Traditional Knife" are ya totin' today?

[draggat]

 

[KentuckyBlackBird]

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That Winchester is friggin cool. Never seen one like that.

 

[caine]

Geocaching today

 

[Rufus1949]

That Winchester is friggin cool. Never seen one like that.

Thanks Eric, one of those right place , right time moments.

 

[kyhunt]

Again.

 

[SteveC]

 

[Headwinds]

Little Red today...

 

[TheFactor]

 

[pat9198]

 

[holo07]

 

[Buck_Fan]

Sundays carry.

 

[5K Qs]

As usual, two canoes from my rotation schedule this week.
First one has a shield that says "Handyman's Club of America" (with matching HCOA LTD tang stamp), but the blade etch says "America's Trades". And back when I found this knife on several websites, it was often listed by retailers as "XYZ Brand" canoe, made in China.

Second canoe this week is an East Asian Remington that I find quite handsome:

- GT

 

[timgiesel]

Congratulations!
Our anniversary was last month. We've been married so long that we both usually forget about it until a month later. It's not a big deal anymore. "Wasn't our anniversary last month? Yeah, I think it was. What's for supper?"

Congrats! Our 15th anniversary was two days ago. Still the best decision I've ever made. I hope you have a wonderful wedding celebration, and I hope you have an even better marriage.

Big day, Tim! All the best in your new life.

Congratulations on your wonderful day!

Congratulations

Congrats to you and your blushing bride!

Congratulations Tim!

Another good man bites the dust! I did it forty one years ago and have never looked back. Congratulations and good luck!

Congratulations!

Those look like a beautiful pair for your nuptials! The green dye on that stockman is gorgeous!

Congratulations! 35 years just passed for us!

Congratulations

Congratulations. Appropriate carry for today.

Congrats my friend . I wish you as many happy years as my wife and I have had

Thank you everyone for the well wishes. With any luck I’ll catch up to you guys at some point! Back to the garden n still with the BF stockman.

 

[Rufus1949]

View attachment 2935298View attachment 2935299My wedding day today. The ‘24 BF stockman is what I consider “my” knife n the Texas Jack was my Grandpa’s that he had on him every day since he got it in ‘70. They’ll be in my pocket today. They’re not small so hopefully they don’t show up too much in the wedding pics lol

All the best, and may you share many joyous years together.

 

[Crappie71]

 

[5K Qs]

That blue knife is intriguing to me!
It looks to me like a Chinese-made Schrade 19OT Landshark that was introduced to the Old Timer lineup after Schrade was sold to Taylor Brands. But the tang stamp looks like "ELK" something.

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Handsome knife, Bob!

Just arrived, made in Solingen in stag and with a stainless steel main blade.
I don't know the brand name, can anyone point it out to me?

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Admirable stag on your recent acquisition, José!

Carried a new (to me) Rigid RG83 today. Bottom one in the picture:
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Congrats on your Rigid knife!
Round bolsters on a stockman is a great look, IMHO.

Nice knife!. I have seen that stamp, the boat with initials EK, somewhere. But currently cannot find it in any of my reference books or searching the forums.

I've tried looking for German tang stamps online that match those on Pt-Luso 's knife, but no luck for me either.
Do you happen to know anything about the other tang stamp, that looks like a pair of Dutch dancers over SOLINGEN?

And good morning.

At first, I totally missed your knife because the vintage station wagon dominated my attention!

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Breathtaking Barlow!

Today was my daughter Eleanor’s 9th birthday. We’ll be celebrating with a couple of her friends this coming weekend, so today we just had a laid back family day. Eleanor wanted to go to the mall so she could spend some of her birthday money, so we did that, then we went out for dinner at one of her favorite places.

I had Eleanor’s #71 Nifebrite Bull Nose in my pocket — it’s the knife I carry every year on her birthday, going back to the day she was born. I also had my Mike Moran straight jack with me.

Every year I take a picture of Eleanor holding her knife and post it here, along with all the previous years’ pics. I do fear what may come of this tradition once we get to the teenage years, but for now, at least, she’s still a willing participant.
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And here’s her pic from today, her 9th birthday. (She discovered earlier this year, on one of her friend’s birthdays, that for a small fee the local Dairy Queen will put a birthday message on their sign. She’s been talking about it for months, so we couldn’t not do it.)

Belated birthday greetings to Eleanor, Barrett; I always enjoy seeing the annual photos of birthdays past and present for your kids!
The DQ sign is awesome!
Are glasses a recent addition to Elanor's look? If so, did she adjust to them easily?

I did not know this was missing, it just fell out of my lazy boy!
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I'm glad you found it, Bob, but I suppose you don't get the rush of joy when it shows up if you didn't even realize it was gone!

Pretty sure my knives are accounted for but I’m checking the recliner anyway.

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Good-looking denim handle on that one, Kurt!

Been away from my knives for a few days taking care of the older granddaughters while the newest one came into our lives.

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Congrats on your trio of granddaughters!

I'm having a Lamb & Swiss for lunch today!

Sounds like a delicious lunch, Jeff, with plenty of iron!

Eye Witness

Ted Barlow stood alone at the lip of the quarry, his boots planted in the fine glittering dust that blew across the hills like ground bone. The wind moaned through the deep crevices below, carrying with it the low groan of something old and restless. Behind him, the company shuttle had already disappeared into the ashen horizon. He was here by choice. At least, that's what he told himself.

They called this place the Ramshead Vein. It wasn't a vein of ore, not in the usual sense. Here, they didn't dig for metal or coal. They mined horn. Ram’s horn. It grew deep beneath the crust, coiled like fossils, ancient and warm to the touch. The foremen said it was alive in some way, still pulsing faintly even after extraction. It made no sense to Ted, but sense had begun to feel like a luxury he left behind a long time ago.

The pocket knife he carried had a mirror-polished blade and a handle smooth as driftwood, its scales made from the same ram's horn he now stood above. Ted had cut himself the first time he held the knife. Not on the blade. On the horn. It had seemingly flexed beneath his thumb and split his skin like a smile. Ted had laughed at his carelessness back then.

He wasn’t laughing now.

The air shimmered with heat, or something like it, and below in the pit, the veins of horn pulsed visibly under the surface, like roots made of cartilage and regret. The machinery used to extract the horn sat still today, paused after the last crew disappeared without a trace three days ago. Their radios still clicked now and then, strange low rhythms like breathing. No voices.

Ted had come to inspect the site. That was his official task. Unofficially, he was here because of the knife. It had changed since he arrived. The blade no longer reflected the world around it. Instead, it showed another world entirely. He could only glimpse it when he tilted the blade just so. A place of steel forests and creatures shaped like swords. Their limbs coiled and branched, moving in slow arcs, grinding against one another in a ballet of tension. The ground beneath them pulsed in familiar rhythms. Not roots of cartilage and regret this time, but welds of alloy and memory. No sky. Just a vast dome of brass.

The horn of the handle had begun to warm as well. It squirmed slightly in his grip, like it remembered something he did not.

On the second night, the steel creatures spoke. Not in words but in pressure and weight. He felt them pressing into his dreams, pulling his mind toward that other world. They weren’t malicious. Just curious. Curious about the man who held one of their dead. But curiosity cuts too.

He knew now. The horn wasn't just mined. It was harvested. And steel was not forged. It was born. Shaped by pressure and by purpose. Blade-beings. Handle-things. This world and that one, inextricably bound. One fed the other.

By the fourth day, Ted had stopped calling for evac. He no longer needed to.

Ted Barlow was the eye witness now. That was the role the knife had carved for him. To watch the passage between worlds. To record the births of blades and the deaths of men. To remember what others had chosen to forget.

And when he turned the knife just right, he could see himself there too. Standing in the steel grove. Watching. Waiting.

The horn in his hand pulsed again.

It was time.

Brother Jim, I admire your ability to churn out all these knife stories, but do they almost all have to be weird ghost stories??
I'm scared to carry about half of my knives now because they remind me of "supernatural" similar knives in your stories; this story just knocked my ram's horn knives off my schedule for who knows how long???

- GT