When we're up here in our woods and fields in Vermont, my usual carries are my blue Delica or orange Endura with their contratasting tails. Their bright colors serve as homing beacons if dropped or set down and if I did lose a knife, better one of those than, say, a CRK.
Sitting on our deck with a light breeze, the sunlight filtering through the spruces and newly sprouted leaves, we're doing battle with plates of franks and beans.
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