What "Traditional Knife" are ya totin' today?

majorpain1 said:
Thoughts on retirement. You go from, "I'm so glad it's Friday." to "Oh, it's Friday?".


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Amen about Friday. Post retirement what day it is lose whatever importance it once held. They are all the same.

Beautiful Robeson. Queen made? Am I correct in that it is over 4 inches closed?
 
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No.17 ~ Be Prepared, More or Less

The summer of 1985 was thick with mosquitoes, campfire smoke, and the smell of ambition. Harold J. Pickle, armed with a fresh merit badge in Astronomy and unshakable confidence, misread the constellations and led Troop 29 fifteen miles due west into a cow pasture instead of the Pine Barrens. There, under the watchful eye of a suspiciously aggressive heifer and a moon that looked like it had forgotten something important, he unsheathed his brand-new Diamond Jubilee Edition Boy Scout knife.

Its blade gleamed with the misplaced confidence of a boy who thought north was more of a suggestion than a direction. The knife, stamped with Be Prepared, promptly bent sideways as he tried to cut a marshmallow stick from what turned out to be a length of rebar left over from a forgotten silo project.

Harold, like most of Scoutmaster Chandler’s tragic scouts, was full of great intention and little foresight. He admired the knife’s screwdriver, which he once used to pry a gluey pinecone off his shoe during a merit badge exercise, Nature Collection and Poor Judgment. He also admired the awl, which his cousin Leonard had used to punch holes in his lunchbox, thinking it would aerate the ham sandwiches.

“It’s a utility miracle,” Harold declared, just before slicing open his tent and blaming raccoons.

That knife, shining with false wisdom and honest purpose, passed from hand to hand over the years. Most trades involved comic books, chewing gum, and once, a remarkably lifelike drawing of a Jeep. Wherever it went, it carried three things: the weight of seventy-five years of scouting, a faint smell of pine tar and beef jerky, and the unmistakable aura of being almost but not quite useful.

Years later, long after Harold had outgrown both his uniform and his reputation, the knife resurfaced during a particularly tense jamboree pie bake-off in Barnegat. A judging dispute had turned ugly over canned versus fresh cherries. In the middle of the standoff, someone called for a tool to open the contested tin.

Harold, now a reluctant assistant scoutmaster with a mild limp and a nervous twitch, produced the very same Diamond Jubilee Edition knife from his pocket. It had somehow returned to him, never quite leaving the orbit of Troop 29. The can opener sprang to life with a faint but valiant click.

A hush fell over the scouts and parents alike, each holding their breath as though watching a rescue on thin ice. Then, one smooth crank after another, the lid finally gave way with a soft sigh. The cherries spilled free, the pie was declared regulation, and the air shifted from tense to sweet in a single heartbeat.

From that day on, the knife was spoken of in hushed tones as the Peacemaker of Troop 29. No one mentioned the bent blade or the rebar incident again, though some swore it still gleamed with that same misplaced confidence, as if it might leap from a pocket at any moment to solve a problem it barely understood. Even the heifer, still lurking in a distant pasture of memory, might have nodded in grudging respect.

It stayed with the troop, handed down like a secret handshake, always ready to do something useful or almost useful. Long after tents were packed and pies were judged, it remained. It was a small, stubborn emblem of hope, misdirection, and the strange kind of wisdom that only comes from getting it wrong the first time.


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mitch13 said:
Ah poker dice, growing up my family would play games night, we were only aloud when we got older. I think mum still has a couple of sets.
The most important question.
Hand roll or cup roll?
Thanks for sharing.
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Well, it used to be immaterial. But now it has to be hand throw, why? Let's just say one frenzied time the cup got gambled away :eek:o_O🤣

Four Kings in one was my speciality :D But you might just be left with one.. and then even an Ace is not much use 😬☠️

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Got a box in the mail yesterday. The lamb is my first Rosecraft. I agree with most everybody else: its a well made knife. Good walk and talk, springs flush in all three positions, no gaps, blade centered, sharp enough to shave straight out of the box. Pretty much checks all the boxes

The Warthog Rambler, just because its cool :cool:

And a Victorinox paring knife mostly to fill out the order and get free shipping 💰
Plus I already have a Victorinox paring knife that gets used a lot, so it doesn't hurt to have a spare :)

 
This little mystery gem today
It's a John Primble but the model number seems wrong and the star is above instead of below the number. marked as a 5753 where I would expect 5763. If I ever get a chance to looks at Belknap catalog pages older than 1950 maybe I'll find it. The stag is beautifully aged and worn.



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