kamagong
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Paul (pmew) recently posted his difficulty in choosing a 'Dads knife'. His own father carried a much treasured Taylor's lambsfoot, which even to this day looks sharp and ready to put in a good day's work. Paul's father carried that knife for a long time, and made countless memories with it.
I've carried a stag covered #73 mostly everyday for a couple of years now. Not everyday, I'm too much of a knifenut to do that, but enough that I've gotten in the habit of reaching for it most mornings. On the off chance I want to carry something else, I have a dozen others that I can slip into my pocket.
I didn't set off trying to make this my knife. There was no weird New Year's resolution to carry this knife to exclusion of all others. No, I carried this knife because it was a gift a while back. That's it.
A couple of days ago the family and I were doing some long overdue Spring cleaning. I had to break down some cardboard boxes, but I didn't have a blade on me. I asked my daughter to get my knife. Normally she would just grab the nearest sharp, but she went to my nightstand to get the 73. I asked her why she didn't just get the 110 in the tool box or the sodbuster in the kitchen. She said I asked for "my knife" which in her mind is the 73 she's seen me using for so long. It seems that using this knife to shorten drinking straws, cut up fruits, and various other sundry things made it mine. I guess it's a natural process, one that occurs through the passage of time and accumulation of memories.
She's comfortably worn now, with the yellowing stag and light grey blade.
Do you have a Dad's knife?
I've carried a stag covered #73 mostly everyday for a couple of years now. Not everyday, I'm too much of a knifenut to do that, but enough that I've gotten in the habit of reaching for it most mornings. On the off chance I want to carry something else, I have a dozen others that I can slip into my pocket.
I didn't set off trying to make this my knife. There was no weird New Year's resolution to carry this knife to exclusion of all others. No, I carried this knife because it was a gift a while back. That's it.
A couple of days ago the family and I were doing some long overdue Spring cleaning. I had to break down some cardboard boxes, but I didn't have a blade on me. I asked my daughter to get my knife. Normally she would just grab the nearest sharp, but she went to my nightstand to get the 73. I asked her why she didn't just get the 110 in the tool box or the sodbuster in the kitchen. She said I asked for "my knife" which in her mind is the 73 she's seen me using for so long. It seems that using this knife to shorten drinking straws, cut up fruits, and various other sundry things made it mine. I guess it's a natural process, one that occurs through the passage of time and accumulation of memories.

She's comfortably worn now, with the yellowing stag and light grey blade.
Do you have a Dad's knife?