Yea I got a few blades laying around. Actually have a bunch more but you get the point. I'm a knife junky, need an intervention when it comes to them...
When it comes time to git all gussied up and have a Sunday come to meeting sort of meal, I whip out the old Kramer carving set to impress the guests....
But the one I really covet has a little back story. When I was about 9 years old I joined the Cub Scouts. Among some sort of award ceremony I got my first Cub Scout pocket knife which at the time, was my absolute prized possession. So much so that I smuggled it into my lunch kit and brought it to school to show off to all my chums. Of course I got caught and the teacher made a big production out of it and called my parents. Dad had to go up and retrieve the knife and get a lecture from the Principle which he didn't appreciate and of course my rear end got a lecture as a result.
Needless to say, the knife, as well as my dignity, were never seen again.
Fast forward about 30 years and the old man passes away. He was a pretty fair carpenter in his retirement and I subsequently inherited all his tools from table saws all the way down to hundreds of screws and miscellaneous fasteners. Going through all of his stuff I happened upon this old box full of various old knives and there it was, my trusty Cub Scout knife, a little rusty and a bit patinaed but here she was after all that time.
That said, that little knife remains my absolute prized knife possession....
When it comes time to git all gussied up and have a Sunday come to meeting sort of meal, I whip out the old Kramer carving set to impress the guests....
But the one I really covet has a little back story. When I was about 9 years old I joined the Cub Scouts. Among some sort of award ceremony I got my first Cub Scout pocket knife which at the time, was my absolute prized possession. So much so that I smuggled it into my lunch kit and brought it to school to show off to all my chums. Of course I got caught and the teacher made a big production out of it and called my parents. Dad had to go up and retrieve the knife and get a lecture from the Principle which he didn't appreciate and of course my rear end got a lecture as a result.
Needless to say, the knife, as well as my dignity, were never seen again.
Fast forward about 30 years and the old man passes away. He was a pretty fair carpenter in his retirement and I subsequently inherited all his tools from table saws all the way down to hundreds of screws and miscellaneous fasteners. Going through all of his stuff I happened upon this old box full of various old knives and there it was, my trusty Cub Scout knife, a little rusty and a bit patinaed but here she was after all that time.
That said, that little knife remains my absolute prized knife possession....
a Chicago Cutlery chefs knife from a set we received as a wedding gift from my aunt. I keep it up with what I have, but I’ve been eyeing a few others to add in.
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