What "Traditional Knife" are ya totin' today?

Getting ready to do a little reloading, with Red and my new SW in pocket. (Well, not in pocket for the photo! ;) )

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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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Noble indeed, one of your best!
 
Something different today.

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I appreciate the irony of your "seaquestrian" knife, Rachel! :cool::thumbsup:🤓

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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Years ago, I enjoyed the fairy tales of Brothers Grimm.
This week I've been enjoying the knife tales of Brother Jim! :thumbsup::cool::thumbsup:

- GT
 
Finally a decent start to the day here in the City by the Bay! Yesterday the marine layer didn’t burn off until 3 in the afternoon but rolled back in again at five. Typical for this side of the City. In the meantime keeping me company with a nod to Stag Saturday a lamb and a mustang. Have a great day folks! 😀
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Today I’ll be totin’ a GEC 71, like most days at work. It’s a small knife that disappears in your pocket but it’s chunky so it handles bigger than it actually is. It’s pictured here with a 40 ton shackle.
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Anyone else have shackle envy?!? 🤣

Sowbelly and Sod Buster Saturday with Old Red and Black Burlap.
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Frank, it must be difficult getting both into your pocket 😜
But seriously I’m curious about what the shackle is used for?
Two of them were ordered for a special and somewhat urgent project to retrieve this excavator that we borrowed for an hour and then it turned into several days…
 

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