Yesterday I went down to the banks of the Rhein river to make some plaster casts of animal tracks (beaver, musk rat...). Along with the equiment I brought a 1992 Buck General. I recently sold a lot of knives, and I am planning just to keep 3-4 fixed blades, and I hadn't made my mind up about the General yet.
It was hot yesterday so I encoutered quite a crowd of people t at the river. Animal tracks were not present since the water level was still high, so the the usually exposed sandy or muddy areas were still flooded. I had rained for weeks. So I turned to a little creek and walked a a few minutes upstream. As soon as I stepped into the shade of the dense vegetation framing the creek, it was dinner time for the mosquitos. I took the repellent from my bag. The General was just next to it.
I went on for animal tracks, and crossed the river twice in hip deep water, but spotted no tracks worth a plaster cast. I turned back to the car, went home, and realized the General was gone. Damn. Ok, got back in the car and to the river, trying to follow my own tracks. I expected to find the knife where I had pulled the repellent from the bag. But no, nothing there. So I went on carefully looking at at the places I had been. And finally, when wading through the creek again, I found it there on bottom of the creek, slightly covered with sand and mud.
So the decision was clear. The General would stay with me for long, long time.
It was hot yesterday so I encoutered quite a crowd of people t at the river. Animal tracks were not present since the water level was still high, so the the usually exposed sandy or muddy areas were still flooded. I had rained for weeks. So I turned to a little creek and walked a a few minutes upstream. As soon as I stepped into the shade of the dense vegetation framing the creek, it was dinner time for the mosquitos. I took the repellent from my bag. The General was just next to it.
I went on for animal tracks, and crossed the river twice in hip deep water, but spotted no tracks worth a plaster cast. I turned back to the car, went home, and realized the General was gone. Damn. Ok, got back in the car and to the river, trying to follow my own tracks. I expected to find the knife where I had pulled the repellent from the bag. But no, nothing there. So I went on carefully looking at at the places I had been. And finally, when wading through the creek again, I found it there on bottom of the creek, slightly covered with sand and mud.
So the decision was clear. The General would stay with me for long, long time.
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