What "Traditional Knife" are ya totin' today?

Saturday is sharpening day. :)
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I managed to put a straight edge back on the sheepfoot blade of the Case Stockman that Trevitrace gave me. It's more like a lambfoot now, though.
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Good conversion Rachel! :D Nice work, and that's a fine companion group there :) :thumbsup:

Good straight edge on that very nice CASE Rachel:cool::thumbsup: Old knives often show how bad peoples' sharpening skills were back in the supposed golden age :D

Very true Will, I guess many folks didn't take much care beyond them being sharp, and didn't even own proper stones :thumbsup:


That's a nice one Stuart :) :thumbsup:

Was hoping to get out for a good hike today, but my walking partner had to cancel due to illness. I woke up to a nice day too :rolleyes: Hope everyone has a great Sunday :thumbsup:

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Inspired by Augie's exceptional beauty in Old Knives ! One of my favorites, a Shapleigh Diamond Edge barehead jack.

https://www.bladeforums.com/threads/old-knives.527126/page-822

Ember is her name after a poem by Walt Whitman - Leaves of Grass ( Continuity )

Nothing is ever really lost, or can be lost,
No birth, identity, form—no object of the world.
Nor life, nor force, nor any visible thing;
Appearance must not foil, nor shifted sphere confuse thy brain.
Ample are time and space—ample the fields of Nature.
The body, sluggish, aged, cold—the embers left from earlier fires,
The light in the eye grown dim, shall duly flame again;
The sun now low in the west rises for mornings and for noons continual;
To frozen clods ever the spring's invisible law returns,
With grass and flowers and summer fruits and corn.


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Inspired by Augie's exceptional beauty in Old Knives ! One of my favorites, a Shapleigh Diamond Edge barehead jack.

https://www.bladeforums.com/threads/old-knives.527126/page-822

Ember is her name after a poem by Walt Whitman - Leaves of Grass ( Continuity )

Nothing is ever really lost, or can be lost,
No birth, identity, form—no object of the world.
Nor life, nor force, nor any visible thing;
Appearance must not foil, nor shifted sphere confuse thy brain.
Ample are time and space—ample the fields of Nature.
The body, sluggish, aged, cold—the embers left from earlier fires,
The light in the eye grown dim, shall duly flame again;
The sun now low in the west rises for mornings and for noons continual;
To frozen clods ever the spring's invisible law returns,
With grass and flowers and summer fruits and corn.


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love this post Gev.

Carrying this Laguiole again today
Gary every time I see that Laguiole I am amazed.

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