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My wife and I just celebrated our one year anniversary and man, life changes fast. She is still the best decision I’ve ever made. That year flew by with all of the everyday life and big events we’ve shared together thus far. Our biggest addition was our little one. Being a husband and a father happened quickly for me and when I least expected it, but I’ve come to realize that most times the path I follow is heavily directed by an unseen and almighty force.
Some of you will remember that my beautiful wife allowed a visit to one of my favorite places on Earth, the Great Eastern Cutlery factory. On our trip there we were given a beautiful #66 stockman as a wedding gift and shorty after that I started carrying it daily.
My wife took the first pick of this one.
Yesterday I celebrated my one year of daily carry. I’ve done it a few times before with other knives, but after a few months of the knife didn’t connect with me it became quite the chore to make it 365 days straight. This time was a lot different; soon after I started carrying it we found out we had a little one on the way and it was decided that knife would be our babies first knife.
Over the course of a year the chores ranged from cleaning small game, to assisting with splinter removal, box opening and a myriad of other knife related needs.
This knife quickly refreshed the love I have for the stockman and it’s size reminded me just how much can be done with a sub 4” knife. More importantly it’s become a part of me and a part of my young family’s history.
The day our son was born this knife kept me company in the form of a worry stone, as my wife fought the pains in the form of contractions I helplessly held her hand and this knife in the pocket of my blue jeans.
One of the decisions I’ll have to face is when to put the knife away, saving steel for my son to wear down when the time comes. I look forward to teaching him how to skin his first squirrel, clean his first rainbow trout creek side, whittle a marshmallow stick... the basics every boy needs to know.
It’s going to be hard to put this one away.... maybe another year with me will be fine.
Some of you will remember that my beautiful wife allowed a visit to one of my favorite places on Earth, the Great Eastern Cutlery factory. On our trip there we were given a beautiful #66 stockman as a wedding gift and shorty after that I started carrying it daily.
My wife took the first pick of this one.
Yesterday I celebrated my one year of daily carry. I’ve done it a few times before with other knives, but after a few months of the knife didn’t connect with me it became quite the chore to make it 365 days straight. This time was a lot different; soon after I started carrying it we found out we had a little one on the way and it was decided that knife would be our babies first knife.
Over the course of a year the chores ranged from cleaning small game, to assisting with splinter removal, box opening and a myriad of other knife related needs.
This knife quickly refreshed the love I have for the stockman and it’s size reminded me just how much can be done with a sub 4” knife. More importantly it’s become a part of me and a part of my young family’s history.
The day our son was born this knife kept me company in the form of a worry stone, as my wife fought the pains in the form of contractions I helplessly held her hand and this knife in the pocket of my blue jeans.
One of the decisions I’ll have to face is when to put the knife away, saving steel for my son to wear down when the time comes. I look forward to teaching him how to skin his first squirrel, clean his first rainbow trout creek side, whittle a marshmallow stick... the basics every boy needs to know.
It’s going to be hard to put this one away.... maybe another year with me will be fine.
Congratulations on your first year and that's one fine looking boy there. 