What "Traditional Knife" are ya totin' today?

Carrying my new 4" Laguiole today; Honoré Durand, stainless bolsters, 14C28N blade, pale horn tip scales.

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Comparing two toothpicks, SAK for scale:

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Another cool and foggy day here in the City by the Bay! Forty-one years ago I was in the Presidential Suite of the Stanford Court at the top of Nob Hill getting ready to bite the dirt. It was one of the best days of my life and then some. It was a crazy few days. The day before I was in a bank robbery. I was withdrawing money for our honeymoon when this guy brandishing a gun ran in the bank and yelled, “This is a stickup”(I not kidding) and hopped over the counter told the tellers to open their cash drawers and step back. I had just gotten a couple of grand in cash which was sitting on the counter. Luckily I was at the far end of the counter line so I quickly grabbed my cash and stuffed it in my pocket. When the guy got to my window he grabbed the cash out of the drawer hopped over the counter and ran out the front door. My bike was parked on the sidewalk just outside the front door. So being young and stupid I decided to follow him and ran to the door which the bank manager was locking until the cops arrived. I talked him into letting me out then hopped on my bike. I saw the guy running down the street and take a right at the next block. By the time I got there he was already gone. Rode around the block a few times and went back to the bank which was swarming with cops. I pulled up and walked up to the entrance and there was a guy who had been walking down the street and was giving a description to the cop describing the robber. He looked at me then continued to tell the officer what he saw. The cop asked him if he would recognize the robber if he saw him again and he said absolutely. Then he said he saw him run out of the bank jump on a motorcycle and speed off describing the guy to the cop which wasn’t even close to what I was wearing or riding.It was then that I realized he was talking about me and told them both what had happened. The cop ripped the paper out of his notebook and tossed it. So much for, “Eyewitnesses”. Anyway we had a wonderful wedding the next day which was more memorable than the bank robbery but that’s a story for another time. Back to the post, these two for Metal Monday. Have a great day folks! 😀
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Another cool and foggy day here in the City by the Bay! Forty-one years ago I was in the Presidential Suite of the Stanford Court at the top of Nob Hill getting ready to bite the dirt. It was one of the best days of my life and then some. It was a crazy few days. The day before I was in a bank robbery. I was withdrawing money for our honeymoon when this guy brandishing a gun ran in the bank and yelled, “This is a stickup”(I not kidding) and hopped over the counter told the tellers to open their cash drawers and step back. I had just gotten a couple of grand in cash which was sitting on the counter. Luckily I was at the far end of the counter line so I quickly grabbed my cash and stuffed it in my pocket. When the guy got to my window he grabbed the cash out of the drawer hopped over the counter and ran out the front door. My bike was parked on the sidewalk just outside the front door. So being young and stupid I decided to follow him and ran to the door which the bank manager was locking until the cops arrived. I talked him into letting me out then hopped on my bike. I saw the guy running down the street and take a right at the next block. By the time I got there he was already gone. Rode around the block a few times and went back to the bank which was swarming with cops. I pulled up and walked up to the entrance and there was a guy who had been walking down the street and was giving a description to the cop describing the robber. He looked at me then continued to tell the officer what he saw. The cop asked him if he would recognize the robber if he saw him again and he said absolutely. Then he said he saw him run out of the bank jump on a motorcycle and speed off describing the guy to the cop which wasn’t even close to what I was wearing or riding.It was then that I realized he was talking about me and told them both what had happened. The cop ripped the paper out of his notebook and tossed it. So much for, “Eyewitnesses”. Anyway we had a wonderful wedding the next day which was more memorable than the bank robbery but that’s a story for another time. Back to the post, these two for Metal Monday. Have a great day folks! 😀
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A wild and memorable way to mark your wedding Dan.
Nice metal for Monday.
 
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