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Started by Greg Massey, January 26, 2023, 10:41:21 AM
Quote from: Zobo on February 10, 2023, 05:10:20 PMThat reminds me, there was a time in early 2000s that I carried a sheath knife with a compass in the handle too. I carried it twice in the field and then retired it to the shelf. Way to heavy/bulky and if I'm being honest , expensive at the time. It's a Randall fish and fowl, I think, with awesome stag handle. It's in the picture below with a repost of what I carry now, an Esse Izula. Not nearly as exciting to carry but a major 11oz lighter and lays super flat. Unnoticeable, and does the exact same thing as the Randall, until I get lost of course!Sent from my SM-G975U1 using Tapatalk
Quote from: Tail Feathers on January 26, 2023, 11:00:30 AMI've recently become a fan of the Outdoor Edge replaceable blade knives. I have a new one that I can't wait to try on a turkey so I may be carrying a new knife in the woods this spring. Their EDC version has a pocket clip and is very light.
Quote from: Tail Feathers on January 30, 2023, 12:43:37 PMBack in 1973 I was a Jr. High kid living in Roxboro NC. We had moved there for my father's work, he built electric power plants. We owned a home in Texas but his work had us moving every two or three years. So we usually rented a house. In this case, it was a house on Lake Hyco. We had no neighbors close, just woods, turkeys and other game...and that lake. I was in paradise!One summer day I was swimming down by the pier. The landlords were wonderful people who had a weekend lake house next door that they used occasionally. They had a senior family member over that day. As I swam he sat on the bench near the shore whittling on a stick. We talked some and he was a kindly old man, and funny. After a time, he got up and walked back to the house. I swam a while longer and noticed a pocket knife on the bench when I was leaving. I took it to the old man, explaining how I found it. Now I know for sure that old man left that knife. There had been no one else there. But he looked it over closely, turning it in his hand before passing back to me and telling me that it wasn't his. He said I was fortunate to find a nice knife, but it wasn't his. I smiled as I left for home with my new knife, but I knew.I've never forgotten that man's kindness. Over the years I've forgotten a few knives in the presence of a boy of appropriate age myself. And if I feel the need to remind myself to be kind and generous, I go pull it out of my desk.