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I've been enjoying this friendly, and interesting forum for a while now, and am finally getting around to my first thread attempt. Found no threads like this when I searched, so I thought I'd give this one a shot, while introducing myself.
In 1974 my Grandmother gave me my first pocket knife. I was ten. I carried it in my pocket everyday for years until my parents gave me my first SAK. It was then put in a time capsule, in the form of an old wooden tea canister that became the home of my little childhood treasures. As I left childhood it seems I considered the contents of this safe-keeper meaningful enough to be kept in a box, that has remained for the most part untouched for over 30 years.
Here we are in 2014, and the time capsule has been opened! I'm not particularly nostalgic, but wow, how interesting it is to even remember some of these things, never mind see them and hold them in my hands. Each triggering memories, that I can't imagine otherwise not being lost. So, my hand digs into the tea box and I pull from buried at the bottom, my old knife. The blade had rust on it, the bolsters also had rust, and it was very tight and rough to open. Happy to find it of course, but unhappy it was in this condition. (did you know about carbon steel when you were a kid?)
So, out with the Dremel. I remove the rust from blade and bolsters, oil it up good, and left it to sit. As you can see it cleaned up nicely, and opens quite smoothly now. Not much rust in the liners I guess, thankfully. I really like the patina that came over it. You'll notice some marking on the blade, mark side. I don't know what it is, but it's smooth to touch. I'm now going to sharpen it, and it will then have been fairly restored and put in it's right full place. In another box! A cigar box this time though, and with it's extended family.
Your frost bitten Canadian friend,
Brian


Northwoods Bullet jack for size reference.




In 1974 my Grandmother gave me my first pocket knife. I was ten. I carried it in my pocket everyday for years until my parents gave me my first SAK. It was then put in a time capsule, in the form of an old wooden tea canister that became the home of my little childhood treasures. As I left childhood it seems I considered the contents of this safe-keeper meaningful enough to be kept in a box, that has remained for the most part untouched for over 30 years.
Here we are in 2014, and the time capsule has been opened! I'm not particularly nostalgic, but wow, how interesting it is to even remember some of these things, never mind see them and hold them in my hands. Each triggering memories, that I can't imagine otherwise not being lost. So, my hand digs into the tea box and I pull from buried at the bottom, my old knife. The blade had rust on it, the bolsters also had rust, and it was very tight and rough to open. Happy to find it of course, but unhappy it was in this condition. (did you know about carbon steel when you were a kid?)
So, out with the Dremel. I remove the rust from blade and bolsters, oil it up good, and left it to sit. As you can see it cleaned up nicely, and opens quite smoothly now. Not much rust in the liners I guess, thankfully. I really like the patina that came over it. You'll notice some marking on the blade, mark side. I don't know what it is, but it's smooth to touch. I'm now going to sharpen it, and it will then have been fairly restored and put in it's right full place. In another box! A cigar box this time though, and with it's extended family.
Your frost bitten Canadian friend,
Brian


Northwoods Bullet jack for size reference.



