What "Traditional Knife" are ya totin' today?

Old Engineer said:
Thank you very much Bob !!!!! I too would like to know where all they have been to . I can only tell you that they have been in Wisconsin with me since I got them . They also have been with me in Indiana and Tennessee . The Lambfoot was made in Sheffield by Taylors Eye Witness and I got it I think in 2017 from a knife shop in Minn. The old $28 Pruner has Integral Bolsters and most likely was made in Sheffield , but has no Bolster Stamp , and I got it I think in 2020 off of the Net . My very good friend and I sat on a lake house balcony in Tenn . discussing that knife for a couple of hours one day back in 2020 . When I got it , the Stag looked all dried up and I just coated it heavy with Mineral Oil and then I hand buffed it off a day later and started carrying it . I am not a young man anymore but I am pretty sure that each one of them is older than I am . I feel good carrying and using good knives that are older than me .

Harry
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Wonderful reply Harry.👍🏻
 
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kyhunt said:
The color on that one is gorgeous.
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Thank you, friend. :thumbsup: Rarely do I get to handle a knife in person before purchase because there are no knife stores near me. That one was an exception.
I found a fantastic knife store while visiting my daughter in SC a couple years ago. Since then I hit that store on every annual visit to daughters. ;)
Rufus1949 said:
Greg, what a sweet canoe. That looks like so fine bone.😍
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Thanks, Bob. :thumbsup: That canoe started as natural/white bone and was one of my first experiments with giving bone a dye bath. I have to say Rough Riders smooth bone is some of the nicest bone I've had. I too like the way that one turned out. :)


75 & RR-1 - 1.jpegBack to the big stainless 75 and a small whittler today. Heat and humidity has been the norm lately and working outside has been brutal but at least I'll have a couple knives to toy with during my multiple 'cool down' breaks. 😊
 
Hank from Nebraska ordered what he thought was a Norwegian salmon harmonica, a device that claimed to serenade fish before smoking them, though reviews said it mostly sounded like a walrus with hay fever. Instead Hank received an unexpected Fejesgörbe knife from Hungary. The moment he opened the package, the startled knife that had been composing haikus about paprika, began yodeling in Hungarian, demanding a hot dog and a can of Mountain Dew before it would agree to slice anything. Hank, confused but intrigued, took it to the county fair, where it entered the corndog-eating contest and won first place despite not having a mouth.

Later that week, the knife convinced Hank to start a band called “The Prairie Sausages,” where it played lead banjo and occasionally breakdanced on stage. At every show, it insisted on a dramatic entrance by parachuting from a drone carrying a giant inflatable bald eagle. Fans swore they saw it carve perfect portraits of Elvis into blocks of cheddar between songs. Rumor has it the knife now tours state fairs across America, searching for the perfect funnel cake and challenging deep-fried butter to a duel at dawn. The Szankovitz Fejesgörbe (round head) is truly ready to conquer state fairs one absurd snack at a time and pigeons in Budapest are reportedly wearing tiny brass helmets in solidarity.


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BrotherJim said:
Metal Monday ...

The year was 1991. The Gulf War had just simmered down, and tensions still lingered across the seas. I was near the end of a four year tour, stationed aboard the USS Bainbridge (CGN-25), a sleek, nuclear-powered guided missile cruiser, slicing through the Atlantic with the precision only the U.S. Navy could command. The Navy never slept. We were always moving, always ready.

The Bainbridge was the first of four ships that I would serve aboard during my twenty year career.

It was there, on that steel-decked fortress, where I was issued a military pocket knife that would follow me through the rest of my career. The Camillus Demo knife, stamped with “U.S.” and the year, was issued with the same no-nonsense utility as the ship I served on. Nothing fancy, stainless steel, simple design. The kind of tool that didn’t need explaining. It wasn’t a gift. It was gear. And it earned its keep.

To some, it was just a pocketknife tossed in a toolbag. But the rugged steel pocket knife became as much a part of my uniform as my dog tags. I carried it everywhere, clipped to my coveralls in work spaces, tucked in my pocket on liberty, and always within reach when something needed fixing, cutting, or prying.

At the time, I didn’t know just how far I’d go in the Navy. But that knife did. It saw the long nights, the hard watches, the drills, workups and deployments. It saw me grow.

A few years later, after blood, sweat, and more salt than most could stomach, I stood tall in khakis. A metal card and challenge coin were handed to me following my Chief Petty Officer initiation. The etched words “Welcome Aboard” rang louder than the ship’s 1MC. I wasn’t just another sailor anymore, I was part of a brotherhood, a guide to the next generation. I had become part of a legacy. One earned, never given.

That Camillus knife had always been at my side on watch, in shipboard work spaces, during inspections, and over countless cups of coffee in the Goat Locker. It opened boxes, freed jammed latches, aided maintenance, and helped recover from equipment casualties. That same Camillus knife came with me into the Goat Locker, still sharp enough to remind me exactly where I started.

Sure, I had a different collar device, different expectations, but more than once, it reminded me where I came from as a sailor forged in saltwater and tradition, supported by shipmates, with steel in my hand and pride in my heart.

Even now, in retirement, I keep it close, a token of service, sacrifice, and a career lived underway. It’s a bit more than a knife to me. It’s not shiny. But it served. Just like the ship. Just like the crew. Just like me. It’s a story. It’s a journey. And for this Chief, it’s a memory forged in steel, still sailing with these fair winds and following seas.


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Nice knife, better write up. Congrats and thank you sir.
 
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