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WINNER's PICKED! GAW - the little Finn and the Queen
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Cory Hess
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Not an entry.
This is a tough one to pass on, I've been itching to try a Queen as I haven't yet held one. However, I probably wouldn't get too much use out of either knife as I already have dedicated knives for the purposes I'd use those for. Great giveaway, though. Very generous. I do have a story to share while I'm here:
My dad carried a Schrade 8OT through the 70s, then it went into a box and he hasn't carried a knife since. When I got into pocket knives he dug out his old Old Timer and had me clean it up for him, and he's been carrying it since. Well, for a couple weeks my kids were bugging me to take them fishing. So, two weeks ago my dad and I loaded up the gear and headed out to the fishing hole up the road. I had just gotten my son a new pole, as he had outgrown his little pole. I stopped at the gas station to grab some worms, and when I came out my dad had blood all over his shirt. He had a diaper wrapped around his hand and his 8OT was laying in the center console. While I was in the store, he had tried to cut the packaging off of my son's pole. He said "Man, you got that thing sharp. It went right through the package and I didn't even know I cut myself until I saw the blood. So, we dropped the kids off and went to the hospital where he got 7 stitches. While we were waiting to be called back he grabbed a cup of coffee. We were sitting and talking when I noticed that there was coffee all over his shirt mixed with the blood. The coffee cup he grabbed had a pinhole in the bottom, so the coffee was leaking on him while we sat. By the time we got out of the hospital I was running late to a function at the kids' school where we meet their teachers and whatnot, so my dad had to come with. He got to meet everybody looking like a barista that had gone on rampage. Luckily, we got to take the kids out the next weekend and nobody got cut but the nightcrawlers.
This is a tough one to pass on, I've been itching to try a Queen as I haven't yet held one. However, I probably wouldn't get too much use out of either knife as I already have dedicated knives for the purposes I'd use those for. Great giveaway, though. Very generous. I do have a story to share while I'm here:
My dad carried a Schrade 8OT through the 70s, then it went into a box and he hasn't carried a knife since. When I got into pocket knives he dug out his old Old Timer and had me clean it up for him, and he's been carrying it since. Well, for a couple weeks my kids were bugging me to take them fishing. So, two weeks ago my dad and I loaded up the gear and headed out to the fishing hole up the road. I had just gotten my son a new pole, as he had outgrown his little pole. I stopped at the gas station to grab some worms, and when I came out my dad had blood all over his shirt. He had a diaper wrapped around his hand and his 8OT was laying in the center console. While I was in the store, he had tried to cut the packaging off of my son's pole. He said "Man, you got that thing sharp. It went right through the package and I didn't even know I cut myself until I saw the blood. So, we dropped the kids off and went to the hospital where he got 7 stitches. While we were waiting to be called back he grabbed a cup of coffee. We were sitting and talking when I noticed that there was coffee all over his shirt mixed with the blood. The coffee cup he grabbed had a pinhole in the bottom, so the coffee was leaking on him while we sat. By the time we got out of the hospital I was running late to a function at the kids' school where we meet their teachers and whatnot, so my dad had to come with. He got to meet everybody looking like a barista that had gone on rampage. Luckily, we got to take the kids out the next weekend and nobody got cut but the nightcrawlers.
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I'm in. Thanks for the GAW.
My son liked my Canal Street Cutlery Half Moon Trapper so much he wanted one for himself. I bought him one and when I asked if he wanted to go to the factory that made it, he jumped at the chance. So we visited the CSC factory in Ellenville NY (I'm about 40 minutes away) and he was fascinated by the process.....(so was I).
My son liked my Canal Street Cutlery Half Moon Trapper so much he wanted one for himself. I bought him one and when I asked if he wanted to go to the factory that made it, he jumped at the chance. So we visited the CSC factory in Ellenville NY (I'm about 40 minutes away) and he was fascinated by the process.....(so was I).
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Macchina, that looks like a great stove design! I have a couple folding stoves, but that one looks like it'd be an excellent user. Very cool!
Cory, I'm afraid that I'm going to force you to enter. Your story was very funny (and I'm glad your dad is OK!), and I love the picture. I can't wait until my daughter is old enough to go fishing with me! Thanks for your contribution!
Bdev, I'm glad you and your son had a nice time at CSC. My wife and I have visited the Queen factory (I actually bought the #11 at their factory store) and the GEC factory numerous times, and I always find it absolutely fascinating to watch the processes there!
Keep the entries coming, everyone!
Cory, I'm afraid that I'm going to force you to enter. Your story was very funny (and I'm glad your dad is OK!), and I love the picture. I can't wait until my daughter is old enough to go fishing with me! Thanks for your contribution!
Bdev, I'm glad you and your son had a nice time at CSC. My wife and I have visited the Queen factory (I actually bought the #11 at their factory store) and the GEC factory numerous times, and I always find it absolutely fascinating to watch the processes there!
Keep the entries coming, everyone!
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Thanks for the kind words, Will. So you have a couple Utilities, ehh? How about a Kabar 1232? Consider yourself entered! HAH!
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I am in
Funny story, just happened on 09/20/2014. I hit a deer and damaged the heck out of my car. The young Police Officer who arrived to take the report helped bend the sheet metal away from the tire. He need to cut off the plastic wheel well covering but had no knife.
I handed him my trusty slippie and he cut it off in awe at the knife's sharpness. Of course he left the scene with a gift of a new knife and I continued on to my Grand twins Birthday
Funny story, just happened on 09/20/2014. I hit a deer and damaged the heck out of my car. The young Police Officer who arrived to take the report helped bend the sheet metal away from the tire. He need to cut off the plastic wheel well covering but had no knife.
I handed him my trusty slippie and he cut it off in awe at the knife's sharpness. Of course he left the scene with a gift of a new knife and I continued on to my Grand twins Birthday
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Dan, a terrific GAW, thank you not only for the GAW but all you contribute to this wonderful forum. I will bow out gracefully (I don't do much of anything gracefully @ my age anymore)
Not an entry as I have rec'd so much from so many
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Not an entry as I have rec'd so much from so many
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I'd be in too. Both are fantastic prizes. Been wanting a Queen forever. Don't see them pop up as much as GECs and such here where i buy almost all my traditionals. The Kabar is a sweet looking blade that would make anybody happy as well. Good on you for such a sweet GAW! Here's a pic I've shown a million times but outdoor activity fishing and some critter shots.
2 foot garter? snake
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Doe i rode up on a 4 wheeler got suprisingly close to it before it got spooked.
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Kabar 1152 fishing.
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And the monster's i caught that day.
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How this one got the hook in it's mouth i'll never know. Looks just like a baited hook don't it.
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2 foot garter? snake
Doe i rode up on a 4 wheeler got suprisingly close to it before it got spooked.
Kabar 1152 fishing.
And the monster's i caught that day.
How this one got the hook in it's mouth i'll never know. Looks just like a baited hook don't it.
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Well here is my story:
A day before his 15th birthday, the son of a wealthy family was asked by his father, `Well my son, what would you like for your birthday?'
The son hesitated a moment and his father's thoughts leapt ahead to a new computer and similar things. However, his son had had a new computer only recently and could have a new one any time he wished.
Finally, the son said, `Father, I have everything a boy could wish for, but there is one thing I would really like. I would love to have a pink ping pong ball.'
The father was rather astonished at this wish, but said, `If it is a pink ping pong ball that you want, a pink ping pong ball you shall have.'
And so, the next day, the son was given as his bithday present a pink ping pong ball.
The boy took the ball to his room and the next morning the pink ping pong ball was gone. The father was mildly surprised but decided not to say anything. The pink ping pong ball, however, was never seen again.
The next year, a day before his 16th birthday, the father asked his son what he would like for his birthday.
`Father,' replied the son, `I have everything a boy could possibly wish for, but there is one thing I would really, really like. I would love to have a tenpack of pink ping pong balls.'
The father was more surprised than the year before, but kept his curiosity at bay, for he knew that his son had a right for privacy. he said therefore, `If it is a tenpack of pink ping pong balls that you want, a tenpack of pink ping pong balls you shall have.'
And so, the next day, the son was given as his birthday present a tenpack of pink ping pong balls.
The boy took the tenpack of balls to his room and the next morning, not a single ball remained, merely the empty husk of the tenpack. The father wondered where ten pink ping pong balls might disappear to, but decided not to say anything. The pink ping pong balls, however, were never seen again.
The next year, a day before his 17th birthday, the son was asked by his father what he would like for his birthday.
`Father,' said the son to this, `I have everything a boy could wish for, but one thing would make my happiness complete. I would dearly want a carton of pink ping pong balls.'
The father was beyond surprise, but decided to make sure he had not misheard. `A carton of pink ping pong balls?'
`A carton of pink ping pong balls,' the boy confirmed.
`I can't understand your fascination with pink ping pong balls,' said the father, `but if it is a carton of pink ping pong balls that you want, it is a carton of pink ping pong balls that you shall have.'
And so, the next day, the boy was given as his birthday present a carton of pink ping pong balls.
The boy was delighted and took the carton to his room. The next day, miraculously (as if by magic, even) the pink ping pong balls had all disappeared.
`Dear son,' said the father, `I must ask now, what do you do with all those pink ping pong balls?'
The son, however, was reluctant to tell him. `Please humour me, dear father.'
The carton of pink ping pong balls, however, was never seen again.
The next year, it was clear that the son would get a car, but the father felt that, perhaps, his son also had some other wish apart from the obvious. So, one day before the son's 18th birthday, the father asked him whether he had a special wish for his birthday.
`Dearest father,' the son started, `I have everything a young man could possibly want, but there is one craving in me. I would, more than anything, want a warehouse full of pink ping pong balls.'
One of these years, his father thought, I should get to the bottom of this. However, he decided to humour his son's wish. At least he had been wise enough to buy shares in a pink ping pong ball factory.
The next day, the son was given the address of a warehouse where all his new pink ping pong balls were stored. The son was delighted and decided to spend the next night in the warehouse rather than at home.
The following morning, the son stepped out of the warehouse, but it seemed to be empty otherwise. The father had a closer look and indeed, apart from empty cardboard boxes, nothing was left inside the warehouse. No pink ping pong balls were left.
The following year, one day before the son's 19th birthday, the father braced himself for another warehouse of pink ping pong balls. He asked his son what his deepest desire was and he had not been entirely wrong.
`Father, you have made me very happy these last years and this year I ask of you a shipload of pink ping pong balls if at all possible.'
It was possible, if only because the father had by now bought each and every factory of pink ping pong balls in the country.
The next day, the father took his son to the harbour and showed him a huge tanker and told his son that there were millions, billions, trillions of pink ping pong balls in there.
`Father,' the son said, `You've made me very happy yet again.'
That night, the son spent on board the tanker.
The next morning, not a single of the pink ping pong balls could be found, but the son was happy.
A few days before his 20th birthday, however, the son had a terrible road accident and was taken to the hospital.
His father visited the young man in hospital. `My dear son! Can I bring you anything to make you feel better?'
Weakly, the son sat up in bed. `Father, dearest father, grant me this wish; just one tenpack of pink ping pong balls.'
The father held his son's hand tightly. `Whatever you wish my son, but I have to give you one condition. Even if it may be embarrassing, I must know what you did with all those pink ping pong balls.'
`Very well, father, but please indulge me first. I will tell you whatever you wish to know after you have given me the ten pink ping pong balls.'
The father thought that was fair enough and the next day brought his son the ten asked for pink ping pong balls. The son smiled weakly but seemed too weak to talk.
`Son, I leave these pink ping pong balls with you and shall come back tomorrow to ask of you what you have done with all those pink ping pong balls.'
The son nodded weakly.
The next day, less than surprisingly, no pink ping pong balls could be found in the son's hospital room.
`Now, my dearest son, apple of my eye, treasure of my life, please tell me what you did with all those pink ping pong balls,' the father requested.
The son nodded and the father gripped his hand tighter.
`I-' the son started and sat up a bit, swallowing with a dry mouth.
`I- I-'
Then he died.
Not an entry, I have received a good deal of generosity lately, but you might not want me in at this point eh?
If you can spin a yarn, that is a fun joke to tell others. Keep them on the edge of their seat!
A day before his 15th birthday, the son of a wealthy family was asked by his father, `Well my son, what would you like for your birthday?'
The son hesitated a moment and his father's thoughts leapt ahead to a new computer and similar things. However, his son had had a new computer only recently and could have a new one any time he wished.
Finally, the son said, `Father, I have everything a boy could wish for, but there is one thing I would really like. I would love to have a pink ping pong ball.'
The father was rather astonished at this wish, but said, `If it is a pink ping pong ball that you want, a pink ping pong ball you shall have.'
And so, the next day, the son was given as his bithday present a pink ping pong ball.
The boy took the ball to his room and the next morning the pink ping pong ball was gone. The father was mildly surprised but decided not to say anything. The pink ping pong ball, however, was never seen again.
The next year, a day before his 16th birthday, the father asked his son what he would like for his birthday.
`Father,' replied the son, `I have everything a boy could possibly wish for, but there is one thing I would really, really like. I would love to have a tenpack of pink ping pong balls.'
The father was more surprised than the year before, but kept his curiosity at bay, for he knew that his son had a right for privacy. he said therefore, `If it is a tenpack of pink ping pong balls that you want, a tenpack of pink ping pong balls you shall have.'
And so, the next day, the son was given as his birthday present a tenpack of pink ping pong balls.
The boy took the tenpack of balls to his room and the next morning, not a single ball remained, merely the empty husk of the tenpack. The father wondered where ten pink ping pong balls might disappear to, but decided not to say anything. The pink ping pong balls, however, were never seen again.
The next year, a day before his 17th birthday, the son was asked by his father what he would like for his birthday.
`Father,' said the son to this, `I have everything a boy could wish for, but one thing would make my happiness complete. I would dearly want a carton of pink ping pong balls.'
The father was beyond surprise, but decided to make sure he had not misheard. `A carton of pink ping pong balls?'
`A carton of pink ping pong balls,' the boy confirmed.
`I can't understand your fascination with pink ping pong balls,' said the father, `but if it is a carton of pink ping pong balls that you want, it is a carton of pink ping pong balls that you shall have.'
And so, the next day, the boy was given as his birthday present a carton of pink ping pong balls.
The boy was delighted and took the carton to his room. The next day, miraculously (as if by magic, even) the pink ping pong balls had all disappeared.
`Dear son,' said the father, `I must ask now, what do you do with all those pink ping pong balls?'
The son, however, was reluctant to tell him. `Please humour me, dear father.'
The carton of pink ping pong balls, however, was never seen again.
The next year, it was clear that the son would get a car, but the father felt that, perhaps, his son also had some other wish apart from the obvious. So, one day before the son's 18th birthday, the father asked him whether he had a special wish for his birthday.
`Dearest father,' the son started, `I have everything a young man could possibly want, but there is one craving in me. I would, more than anything, want a warehouse full of pink ping pong balls.'
One of these years, his father thought, I should get to the bottom of this. However, he decided to humour his son's wish. At least he had been wise enough to buy shares in a pink ping pong ball factory.
The next day, the son was given the address of a warehouse where all his new pink ping pong balls were stored. The son was delighted and decided to spend the next night in the warehouse rather than at home.
The following morning, the son stepped out of the warehouse, but it seemed to be empty otherwise. The father had a closer look and indeed, apart from empty cardboard boxes, nothing was left inside the warehouse. No pink ping pong balls were left.
The following year, one day before the son's 19th birthday, the father braced himself for another warehouse of pink ping pong balls. He asked his son what his deepest desire was and he had not been entirely wrong.
`Father, you have made me very happy these last years and this year I ask of you a shipload of pink ping pong balls if at all possible.'
It was possible, if only because the father had by now bought each and every factory of pink ping pong balls in the country.
The next day, the father took his son to the harbour and showed him a huge tanker and told his son that there were millions, billions, trillions of pink ping pong balls in there.
`Father,' the son said, `You've made me very happy yet again.'
That night, the son spent on board the tanker.
The next morning, not a single of the pink ping pong balls could be found, but the son was happy.
A few days before his 20th birthday, however, the son had a terrible road accident and was taken to the hospital.
His father visited the young man in hospital. `My dear son! Can I bring you anything to make you feel better?'
Weakly, the son sat up in bed. `Father, dearest father, grant me this wish; just one tenpack of pink ping pong balls.'
The father held his son's hand tightly. `Whatever you wish my son, but I have to give you one condition. Even if it may be embarrassing, I must know what you did with all those pink ping pong balls.'
`Very well, father, but please indulge me first. I will tell you whatever you wish to know after you have given me the ten pink ping pong balls.'
The father thought that was fair enough and the next day brought his son the ten asked for pink ping pong balls. The son smiled weakly but seemed too weak to talk.
`Son, I leave these pink ping pong balls with you and shall come back tomorrow to ask of you what you have done with all those pink ping pong balls.'
The son nodded weakly.
The next day, less than surprisingly, no pink ping pong balls could be found in the son's hospital room.
`Now, my dearest son, apple of my eye, treasure of my life, please tell me what you did with all those pink ping pong balls,' the father requested.
The son nodded and the father gripped his hand tighter.
`I-' the son started and sat up a bit, swallowing with a dry mouth.
`I- I-'
Then he died.
Not an entry, I have received a good deal of generosity lately, but you might not want me in at this point eh?
If you can spin a yarn, that is a fun joke to tell others. Keep them on the edge of their seat!
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In please thanks for the chance.
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I totally love the Queen Utility. Im in Dan.... thanks for the GAW.
A quick Knife story,
Me and an old friend from school were throwing our Buck 110s at a tree trying to get them to stick well, he broke his and turns out it was really his dads and he was going to get a butt busting for it too and he knew it. I felt sorry for him I suppose and gave him mine so he wouldn't get into trouble. Our lives moved on and 35 years later I ran in to him at the Bass Pro Shop in OKC and he told me he still had the knife I gave him,i couldn't believe it until he showed me a somewhat recent pic of his Son holding it and there it was,it still had my initials that I had carved into the side of it.
pretty cool I thought.
A quick Knife story,
Me and an old friend from school were throwing our Buck 110s at a tree trying to get them to stick well, he broke his and turns out it was really his dads and he was going to get a butt busting for it too and he knew it. I felt sorry for him I suppose and gave him mine so he wouldn't get into trouble. Our lives moved on and 35 years later I ran in to him at the Bass Pro Shop in OKC and he told me he still had the knife I gave him,i couldn't believe it until he showed me a somewhat recent pic of his Son holding it and there it was,it still had my initials that I had carved into the side of it.
pretty cool I thought.
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I'm in if that is alright, too good of an opportunity to pass up.
I guess an interesting story for me was one of the first times I hung out with my future girlfriend (who I am still with today) at a friends house. she isn't a knife person and before she met me thought they were all meant for harming people. so at our friends house we were going to watch the rocky horror picture show and we needed to turn off the light. no one wanted to get up and I was the closest to the switch but was just a little off from it. not wanting to get up myself (for she was next to me) I just take out the case barlow I was carrying at the time and used it to flick off the switch. not a conventional way to use a knife but heck it worked! she then sees it and thought it was very nice looking. guess she was expecting I carried a flick knife or something, but she was saying how it reminded her of her father who used knives like mine while he was a carpenter. gave her a comforting thought knowing I carried the same kind of knife and held the same values of work as her dear dad did. a friendly reminder that traditionals bring back memories of good times in our lives. now when I see that knife I always think of that night. good times.
I guess an interesting story for me was one of the first times I hung out with my future girlfriend (who I am still with today) at a friends house. she isn't a knife person and before she met me thought they were all meant for harming people. so at our friends house we were going to watch the rocky horror picture show and we needed to turn off the light. no one wanted to get up and I was the closest to the switch but was just a little off from it. not wanting to get up myself (for she was next to me) I just take out the case barlow I was carrying at the time and used it to flick off the switch. not a conventional way to use a knife but heck it worked! she then sees it and thought it was very nice looking. guess she was expecting I carried a flick knife or something, but she was saying how it reminded her of her father who used knives like mine while he was a carpenter. gave her a comforting thought knowing I carried the same kind of knife and held the same values of work as her dear dad did. a friendly reminder that traditionals bring back memories of good times in our lives. now when I see that knife I always think of that night. good times.
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I'm in!
For as long as I can remember my Dad has carried an SAK tinker. That knife was always with him. I remember as I small boy him showing my brother and I mumbly peg with one and letting us use the old pocket knives he had from when he was a younger man. A Cub Scout knife and one I can't recall. When I grew up and decided that the usefulness of a knife is definitely worth having all the time. I asked him for a tinker. I still Cary that knife everyday and gets used almost everyday. My 4 year old even requests to see my "red knife" every few days. It makes me happy that a little piece of my dad is around my son daily. Even though he lives states away that knife reminded me of the values and lessons that he imparted on my brother and I and makes me try to do the same for my boys. It's amazing what a piece of steel and plastic can do to you.
For as long as I can remember my Dad has carried an SAK tinker. That knife was always with him. I remember as I small boy him showing my brother and I mumbly peg with one and letting us use the old pocket knives he had from when he was a younger man. A Cub Scout knife and one I can't recall. When I grew up and decided that the usefulness of a knife is definitely worth having all the time. I asked him for a tinker. I still Cary that knife everyday and gets used almost everyday. My 4 year old even requests to see my "red knife" every few days. It makes me happy that a little piece of my dad is around my son daily. Even though he lives states away that knife reminded me of the values and lessons that he imparted on my brother and I and makes me try to do the same for my boys. It's amazing what a piece of steel and plastic can do to you.
Cory Hess
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Twist my arm, and I'm in. I have to admit that while I don't have an absolute need, both of those knives are a bit nicer than what they'd replace. Like I said, I've been itching for a Queen. Thanks again for the generosity.
That's a mounter right there. You don't often see one that size in the wild.
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Wow both of those knives are on my list. Thanks for the chance. I'm going to think about my story for a bit and share it soon.
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I am most definitely in. Thankyou kindly for this opportunity.
Here's a story.
I am studying at my local highschool here and I take the manual arts class as a break from my TEE subjects. So last term we were having a bit of a slack day. The big jobs had been completed and it was the last class of the day so we were all on a bit of a go-slow. There were a few light maintenance jobs to be done around the place and normally we handle the agricultural part of the school but today we were in the workshop. So long story to a slightly less long one we were given the task of putting a new plug on the end of a chop saw that had been cut-off by mistake by one of those scumbag year tens. Unfortunately the teachers sort of disappeared to do some other tasks whilst three of us were stripping the wire on the plug. However the wire stripper we had was rubbish and it couldn't handle stripping the outer coating from the main cable. So we were all sitting there waiting for one of the teachers to duck back out of the store room for a moment so we could get a better tool off them. Then they re-appeared from taking stock of the store room and one of them in answer to our question reaches into his pocket and extracts a SAK tinker. He opens the main blade and off we go, he kept that knife super sharp, made the job easy. It was one of those funny moments, the person we least expected to have a knife just reaches into his pocket and out it comes.
Here's a story.
I am studying at my local highschool here and I take the manual arts class as a break from my TEE subjects. So last term we were having a bit of a slack day. The big jobs had been completed and it was the last class of the day so we were all on a bit of a go-slow. There were a few light maintenance jobs to be done around the place and normally we handle the agricultural part of the school but today we were in the workshop. So long story to a slightly less long one we were given the task of putting a new plug on the end of a chop saw that had been cut-off by mistake by one of those scumbag year tens.
Unfortunately the teachers sort of disappeared to do some other tasks whilst three of us were stripping the wire on the plug. However the wire stripper we had was rubbish and it couldn't handle stripping the outer coating from the main cable. So we were all sitting there waiting for one of the teachers to duck back out of the store room for a moment so we could get a better tool off them. Then they re-appeared from taking stock of the store room and one of them in answer to our question reaches into his pocket and extracts a SAK tinker. He opens the main blade and off we go, he kept that knife super sharp, made the job easy. It was one of those funny moments, the person we least expected to have a knife just reaches into his pocket and out it comes.