Well, I'll play. My knife dealings with Bob were something like this. Bob wanted to purchase my sawcut (I think it was) beer scout. He said he was a little shy on cash, I said no problem, and made it doable. We agreed, like buddies did on the playground when trading baseball cards in the 7th grade, that if he ever was parting with a knife that I wanted he'd knock the same off for me. Just two men of their word making it fun and enjoyable for each other. Thanks Bob, I enjoy reading your posts and watching you modify your knives. It takes guts to take a canvas northfield barlow and start grinding on the handle (I think that was you anyhow).
When I'm old and my grandkids come to see the old man, I hope they ask to see this one, a duplicate of my first GEC, and my most favorite:
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