At age 67 I have had to back off Busse purchases a tad. However, I know I need to start selling and just can't pull the trigger yet.
Had a forum member inquire yesterday about buying a certain knife. It happened to be one I still have a strong attachment to, and I suppose this post is in part a further explanation to him. So then I began trying to make a mental list of the knives I might find a way to sell and realized I have an attachment to almost all of them. I could only come up with a dozen or so I thought I could easily let go. It's odd how individual knives can develop histories all their own. Many of them I bought at low points in Kim's slow recovery when Busse knives were one of my few remaining links to the outdoors, and the knife represented the dream of what I would do when I had free time again.
The worst part is, I still have some collecting goals, centered around certain complete sets I would like to accumulate. Assembling sets has been the most fun for me, like my goal to assemble a set of perfect ZT's, which I finally did. I could have bought an assembled complete set of one of my remaining goals a few months ago, but I realized that most of the fun is in the hunt, and finding them one at a time is far more entertaining.
As a partial accommodation to my heirs, I have got to start assembling a picture inventory. If they needed to dispose of them, they wouldn't even know what the names were to sell them. But I think this will also not be without it's pleasures.
Had a forum member inquire yesterday about buying a certain knife. It happened to be one I still have a strong attachment to, and I suppose this post is in part a further explanation to him. So then I began trying to make a mental list of the knives I might find a way to sell and realized I have an attachment to almost all of them. I could only come up with a dozen or so I thought I could easily let go. It's odd how individual knives can develop histories all their own. Many of them I bought at low points in Kim's slow recovery when Busse knives were one of my few remaining links to the outdoors, and the knife represented the dream of what I would do when I had free time again.
The worst part is, I still have some collecting goals, centered around certain complete sets I would like to accumulate. Assembling sets has been the most fun for me, like my goal to assemble a set of perfect ZT's, which I finally did. I could have bought an assembled complete set of one of my remaining goals a few months ago, but I realized that most of the fun is in the hunt, and finding them one at a time is far more entertaining.
As a partial accommodation to my heirs, I have got to start assembling a picture inventory. If they needed to dispose of them, they wouldn't even know what the names were to sell them. But I think this will also not be without it's pleasures.
