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The BladeForums.com 2024 Traditional Knife is ready to order! See this thread for details: https://www.bladeforums.com/threads/bladeforums-2024-traditional-knife.2003187/
Price is$300$250 ea (shipped within CONUS). If you live outside the US, I will contact you after your order for extra shipping charges.
Order here: https://www.bladeforums.com/help/2024-traditional/ - Order as many as you like, we have plenty.
What "Traditional Knife" are ya totin' today?
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Knife nervana, if there ever was one.
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Thanks, Pat! Beautiful 32!Vacation time just flies by doesn't it? Back to work today with my trusty 32 Engineer in a beautiful S&F slip. Have a great week!
I love the way that burnt orange leather is aging!! Just wonderful.I think I enjoy seeing people use and post my slips more than I enjoy making them.
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Sorry for my late reply.
I like the brass Le Thiers very much. I've admired the pattern for quite some time, but the only ones I could find that would fit my budget were quite small knives. But the Coursolle brass Le Thiers is big, almost 4.75" closed with 3.5" blade. It seems a bit heavy to me, 3.5oz, which I thought might be due to the brass handle, but maybe it's just because it's quite a large knife. I think it looks fantastic open, and, unlike many French knives, when closed, the tang corner does not wave menacingly out of the handle.
FWIW, I have 3 Coursolle knives (2 with brass handles, 1 with rosewood) and I like them all.
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MOP….oh yeah!
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As Surely as Sunrise
Every Tuesday at dawn, Mira slipped the Buck 112 LT into her back pocket before stepping onto the winding forest trail. The knife was a gift from Theo, the quiet artist she had met beneath moonlit pines last summer at a hidden music festival. Lanterns glowed softly in the branches, and musicians played barefoot on wooden stages, their voices drifting up to the stars.
After that night, Mira and Theo spent countless evenings tracing constellations, and the knife handle’s diamond texture always reminded her of the star charts he loved to draw. The pocket knife was Theo’s way of keeping her safe when he couldn’t be beside her. Whenever she thought of him, she could almost hear his low, comforting hum by the fire as he played an old folk melody on his travel-worn guitar.
On this particular Tuesday morning, Mira paused at the overlook where the sky melted from deep indigo to soft peach. She pulled out the knife, unfolding the blade slowly as if opening a secret letter written only for her. With careful movements, she carved a small heart into the bark of an old juniper tree, a quiet promise to return week after week, as surely as sunrise. The cold steel caught the first light of morning, reflecting a gentle hope that shimmered brightly inside her. Somewhere beyond the hills, she imagined Theo at his desk, pencil moving across paper, perhaps sketching her silhouette against the pale glow of dawn.
As she traced her finger over the freshly carved heart, a sudden breeze lifted her hair and brushed her cheeks, carrying the scent of pine needles and distant rain. Mira closed her eyes and smiled, sensing Theo’s presence in that gentle wind, as if he were whispering her name from across the valley. More than just a gift, the Buck 112 LT was a bridge between two wandering souls, a blade that cut through loneliness and stitched their separate Tuesday mornings into one shared heartbeat.
Every Tuesday at dawn, Mira slipped the Buck 112 LT into her back pocket before stepping onto the winding forest trail. The knife was a gift from Theo, the quiet artist she had met beneath moonlit pines last summer at a hidden music festival. Lanterns glowed softly in the branches, and musicians played barefoot on wooden stages, their voices drifting up to the stars.
After that night, Mira and Theo spent countless evenings tracing constellations, and the knife handle’s diamond texture always reminded her of the star charts he loved to draw. The pocket knife was Theo’s way of keeping her safe when he couldn’t be beside her. Whenever she thought of him, she could almost hear his low, comforting hum by the fire as he played an old folk melody on his travel-worn guitar.
On this particular Tuesday morning, Mira paused at the overlook where the sky melted from deep indigo to soft peach. She pulled out the knife, unfolding the blade slowly as if opening a secret letter written only for her. With careful movements, she carved a small heart into the bark of an old juniper tree, a quiet promise to return week after week, as surely as sunrise. The cold steel caught the first light of morning, reflecting a gentle hope that shimmered brightly inside her. Somewhere beyond the hills, she imagined Theo at his desk, pencil moving across paper, perhaps sketching her silhouette against the pale glow of dawn.
As she traced her finger over the freshly carved heart, a sudden breeze lifted her hair and brushed her cheeks, carrying the scent of pine needles and distant rain. Mira closed her eyes and smiled, sensing Theo’s presence in that gentle wind, as if he were whispering her name from across the valley. More than just a gift, the Buck 112 LT was a bridge between two wandering souls, a blade that cut through loneliness and stitched their separate Tuesday mornings into one shared heartbeat.
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