What "Traditional Knife" are ya totin' today?

I got my first 75 a little while back. I thought that these two make a nice pair.

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This morning, Jim started his day with a strong cup of coffee and positioned his trusty Sheffield made Lamb Foot pocket knife within view. Not because he particularly needed a pocket knife at the moment, but because it made him feel like a rugged pioneer in his suburban kitchen. The handsome stag handle indeed looked as though it had once been an honored part of a very stylish buck deer. The blade rested proudly on a worn towel as if concluding a hard day’s work fending off a horde of wild and restless avocados. Jim didn’t really need a pocket knife to make breakfast, but the possibility of slicing open a bag of croissants just felt more heroic that way.

The handmade mug with drizzled glaze catching soft morning light, a chunky piece of pottery that could double as a blunt weapon, waited beside the edged steel like it knew it was the knife’s less exciting cousin. Together, they made quite the duo. One holding caffeine-fueled ambition, the other ready to take on a rogue Amazon box at moment’s notice. Jim liked to imagine the no-nonsense folks in Sheffield with calloused hands and keen eyes, produced the Lamb Foot pocket knife with the solemn understanding that one day, it would mostly be used to cut tags off new socks. A noble destiny, really.

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BrotherJim said:
This morning, Jim started his day with a strong cup of coffee and positioned his trusty Sheffield made Lamb Foot pocket knife within view. Not because he particularly needed a pocket knife at the moment, but because it made him feel like a rugged pioneer in his suburban kitchen. The handsome stag handle indeed looked as though it had once been an honored part of a very stylish buck deer. The blade rested proudly on a worn towel as if concluding a hard day’s work fending off a horde of wild and restless avocados. Jim didn’t really need a pocket knife to make breakfast, but the possibility of slicing open a bag of croissants just felt more heroic that way.

The handmade mug with drizzled glaze catching soft morning light, a chunky piece of pottery that could double as a blunt weapon, waited beside the edged steel like it knew it was the knife’s less exciting cousin. Together, they made quite the duo. One holding caffeine-fueled ambition, the other ready to take on a rogue Amazon box at moment’s notice. Jim liked to imagine the no-nonsense folks in Sheffield with calloused hands and keen eyes, produced the Lamb Foot pocket knife with the solemn understanding that one day, it would mostly be used to cut tags off new socks. A noble destiny, really.

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You should write a book.....👌. Easy to read your prose....😉
 
jfk1110 said:
You should write a book.....👌. Easy to read your prose....😉
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Wow, Thank You. I have a soft spot for fun, imaginative writing about my pocket knives when the mood strikes.
As an old and long retired guy, not as active as I once was, I marvel at the pictures folks post of edged steel in action.
So maybe I make things up to compensate. Well that and to pass time.
 
BrotherJim said:
Wow, Thank You. I have a soft spot for fun, imaginative writing about my pocket knives when the mood strikes.
As an old and long retired guy, not as active as I once was, I marvel at the picture folks post of edged steel in action.
So maybe I make things up to compensate. Well that and to pass time.
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That's a.good thing......You should try writing. a short story..........See if it appeals to you...... When it starts to feel like work DITCH it....😜...
 
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