Her Gift

She gently slid the white bag to my side and said, "I hope you like it. I thought it the prefect gift for you."

Her gift to me. A Steve Bloom hand made knife. One hundred sixty-eight layers of carbon steel with a Damascus patterned blade. Hondorus rosewood grip. Nickel Silver fittings. Razor sharp.

I'm in love.

With her too.

What a nice anniversary gift. Thank you, Sweetheart.

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Stephen

For Bob

I was chastised for my lack of knife photos by our good friend, Bob. So, here you are Bob.

Please excuse my awful photography. I still use a Blackberry.

I collect 'Old Timer' USA made knives...I'm far from rabid in my hobby (I have about two gazillion hobbies) but once in a great while I 'get a bug' to buy.  Here are three that fell into my lap of recent.

Above: See, Bob, focus is awful. Anyhow, this is the first model year (1962) of the Schrade-Walden Old Timer 15OT. As you well know, Schrade dropped the Walden in 1973. If you find an Old Timer with the Schrade-Walden brand, grab it. Please don't droll. Oh, carbon steel.

Above, the top is an Improved Muskrat 77OT. She's nothing special but she's mine. The bottom is my daily pocket knife carry, a little three blade 34OT, razor sharp. Well, heck, all my knives are razor sharp. I hate dull tools.

The Muskrat open. Distinctive by its almost equal blades. See the metal stain, I love it as it reflects the blades carbon steel. Hate stainless. Even though 'stainless' means the blade 'stains less.'

Here the Sharp Finger cased. The old leather has a wonderful scent. She's sharp enough to cut one's soul.

My other daily, outside the pocket, carry. A Benchmade Mel Pardue 154CM.

There you are, Bob.

Stephen

My Knife

This is the new follow me post, so I'll play. Found it at Tam's. Here's  mine.

She's a Benchmade, of course, a Mel Pardue design model 154cm. When touched and caressed with my America Stone, she'll cut your soul. I have been known to whip it out at fine dining establishments, much to the embarrassment of my wife, in order to carve my meat. It never leaves my side.

See, I can play these little games.

Stephen