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I am getting too old for some stuff...
Not to mention the older I get , the more I understand why the ladies and gents in my lifetime, of which I call Mentors & Elders, grinned a lot, and sometimes could not speak at the moment, or had to wipe an eye.
It was just a dumb thing, assisting some folks with some things and they insisted on paying me a few bucks.
Tornadoes have ripped through here a number of times this year, with the aftermath that goes with it, such as flooding.
Many of you have been through the same events, or are going through them now.
Some of those affected are those that have served in the military, or have kinfolks currently serving.
I was assisting some getting some computer skills.
Some grandparents wanting to learn basic computer skills to communicate.
Others had obtained a new computer, or one new to them, and needing some assistance getting it going.
I "guess" I was supposed to hold onto some computer stuff that found its way to me...like a Dummies series on XP.
I mean here I am, dumb as a brick on some of these stuff myself and I am assisting them.
Heck, I need help on some of this!
Some of these folks are rebuilding and replacing lost items, such as knives.
Just an impromptu gathering of folks with me for some odd reason being the one to assist.
Life is interesting in the way folks somehow meet each other in life.
My side of the fence?
In assisting others, me and mine lost equipment, and even personal knives.
Those affected , lost knives too.
So what does THR members do?
They send me items to assist me and mine.
I have had a lump in my throat, and moist eyes more than once after a package was delivered of late.
Now folks that know me, know I don't really do Camo, anything.
I am just a dumb old southern boy, and raised to use natural colors and being out in the woods use woods craft skills, not use camo.
One knife I received was a Camo SAK.
Lady said her husband had one of those, used it while "over there" and it is gone.
Just a dumb knife he picked up at a PX and used.
She cried when I handed it to her.
"Why?" She said.
"Camo clashes with my purse" - I said.
Well I tried to hide behind humor, but I had to wipe my eye, and it was hard to swallow for a bit.
I have no idea why I chose to snag some of this stuff and have it with me, I guess ...some things just "are".
Well at this point, to heck with 'puter stuff, we are near time to quit anyway.
I went out to the truck to snag what I had brought with me.
Krein Dogfish, was snagged, and his eyes said volumes.
His buddy "over there" carried one, and ...
Case Blackthorn , just a small black lockback and again eyes spoke volumes.
Western hunting knife, no sheath, just the old classic with leather handles.
"My daddy had one, and its gone..."
Air Force brat....
I noticed how a Marine kept looking at my Case Peanut, and when she used it, the way she used it, and set it back down.
Folks know the story about this Peanut I am using, and how sentimental this one is to me.
They know I have lost two other sentimental ones since Jan this year.
I have wanted a Spyderco Sharpmaker for some time, and really really wanted the ceramic stone. I have been wanting a UK Pen Knife and Delica, for some assisting with others...
Well a family needed, I just had a want...there is difference in needs and wants...
Some knives are some I have used, in serious situations , including some of these events Mother Nature dished out, like that Dogfish.
Becker Necker is another, and is sitting there, and I have used it and ...it has a better home now.
Some of these items, are sentimental to me, just because of the folks that sent them to me.
Some are classics, some are unique, some ...damn good steels and blade designs they do not make anymore.
We had a serious case of lump throats, and moist eyes.
Not even "what knife for Windows? was humorous enough to hide behind when someone said that, holding the M2 steel knife I actually had plans for myself.
I eased up to the Marine, and was honest when I said I was not meddling, still just said my Case Peanut, yellow handled, with CV was real sentimental to me.
She shared with me, her story, her sentimental attachment and ...
Her story , parallels mine, with this knife.
She knew the date code, and mine was the same as the one in her story
I shared how the Slimline Trapper that matches it, was part of the Sentimental attachment...and the small stone I carry with these...
Words cannot explain all this...
Now in all reality, I probably will never see these folks again.
Then a old saw - the only thing left of me when I die, is that which don't burn, ran through my brain.
I really don't have any blood kin I can leave anything to.
Folks around here know about this , so my "family" is not blood family.
I have nobody, but ...
Bladeforums had a 1 year experiment, to see if a person could go 1 year, using the same knife beginning in January of 2008.
To me, this was not an "experiment", just something I have done.
I chose to use a Case Peanut, yellow handle, with CV blades.
I have done this, in real life, including some survival type lessons, or out for a week or more in Canada, canoing and portaging...etc.
I mean the reality is, many folks only had one knife and used it for decades for everything back in the day ...some still live life this way.
Simple, content, and very happy lives.
I was sticking with the Peanut to prove a point to some new folks, and to continue passing forward as I do.
I never expected these storms, much less lose two sentimental Peanuts, still, I stuck with Experiment.
This Experiment started in January of 2008
I am guessing I am the only one that stayed with the same knife, even though I had to replace with same knife due to loss, for the time I di
Technically, I was carrying a Peanut before the Experiment, and posted I was "In".
I went six months, and technically longer.
For me, the experiment at BFC is over.
I left this group of folks without a knife one on my person, or in my truck.
I stopped to use the restroom, on the drive back, and needed some gas...
Naturally others stopped as well.
Big friggin' Air Force fella was out near my truck, and I went to pre pay for gas and "sir, someone is already putting gas in your truck".
I have AF, Navy, Army, and Marines,, kinfolks, again gathered at this Fillin' Station and I am just one dumb southern boy civilian.
"Meet my daddy, I snagged him on the cell phone and he met me here".
Now I know where this AF brat gal gets her height!
Trust me, this 5'12" young daughter is one some pimply faced boy does not want to upset "da-dee" by not behaving when dating this gal.
Yes, I was only going to put $10 in to get home, I got $20 instead.
I appreciated this.
AF guys will "fuss" a bit different than a Marine, Navy or Army will, still there is a certain "fuss" only a Military person can do.
Oh well, I have a invite to get dumped out of the back of a C130 if I ever want to with the rest of the cargo.
"Can I swap for a ride in a fighter jet?" I asked.
He grinned
"Okay maybe a ride in one the choppers?"
Air Force , Big Air Force fellas has this "grin" they do.
Hard to explain...if you have ever seen it, you understand this...
Big hands, firm handshake and that Western Knife was like the one his daddy used.
You just sorta stand there not saying much, both he and I with a lump and moist eyes...
Marine gal just had this look standing there.
She has my Peanut, Trapper and that small Case Hard AR stone I have used forever with those...
You folks know who you are.
I was just the messenger for the knives being passed forward as you wanted.
I do not do this type of thing well, I hide behind poor attempts at humor, or post a quote that means some thing, or some cliche'.
There will always be someone worse off, and better off than I .
To keep it - give it away
It is I that thanks you.
Steve
Not to mention the older I get , the more I understand why the ladies and gents in my lifetime, of which I call Mentors & Elders, grinned a lot, and sometimes could not speak at the moment, or had to wipe an eye.
It was just a dumb thing, assisting some folks with some things and they insisted on paying me a few bucks.
Tornadoes have ripped through here a number of times this year, with the aftermath that goes with it, such as flooding.
Many of you have been through the same events, or are going through them now.
Some of those affected are those that have served in the military, or have kinfolks currently serving.
I was assisting some getting some computer skills.
Some grandparents wanting to learn basic computer skills to communicate.
Others had obtained a new computer, or one new to them, and needing some assistance getting it going.
I "guess" I was supposed to hold onto some computer stuff that found its way to me...like a Dummies series on XP.
I mean here I am, dumb as a brick on some of these stuff myself and I am assisting them.
Heck, I need help on some of this!
Some of these folks are rebuilding and replacing lost items, such as knives.
Just an impromptu gathering of folks with me for some odd reason being the one to assist.
Life is interesting in the way folks somehow meet each other in life.
My side of the fence?
In assisting others, me and mine lost equipment, and even personal knives.
Those affected , lost knives too.
So what does THR members do?
They send me items to assist me and mine.
I have had a lump in my throat, and moist eyes more than once after a package was delivered of late.
Now folks that know me, know I don't really do Camo, anything.
I am just a dumb old southern boy, and raised to use natural colors and being out in the woods use woods craft skills, not use camo.
One knife I received was a Camo SAK.
Lady said her husband had one of those, used it while "over there" and it is gone.
Just a dumb knife he picked up at a PX and used.
She cried when I handed it to her.
"Why?" She said.
"Camo clashes with my purse" - I said.
Well I tried to hide behind humor, but I had to wipe my eye, and it was hard to swallow for a bit.
I have no idea why I chose to snag some of this stuff and have it with me, I guess ...some things just "are".
Well at this point, to heck with 'puter stuff, we are near time to quit anyway.
I went out to the truck to snag what I had brought with me.
Krein Dogfish, was snagged, and his eyes said volumes.
His buddy "over there" carried one, and ...
Case Blackthorn , just a small black lockback and again eyes spoke volumes.
Western hunting knife, no sheath, just the old classic with leather handles.
"My daddy had one, and its gone..."
Air Force brat....
I noticed how a Marine kept looking at my Case Peanut, and when she used it, the way she used it, and set it back down.
Folks know the story about this Peanut I am using, and how sentimental this one is to me.
They know I have lost two other sentimental ones since Jan this year.
I have wanted a Spyderco Sharpmaker for some time, and really really wanted the ceramic stone. I have been wanting a UK Pen Knife and Delica, for some assisting with others...
Well a family needed, I just had a want...there is difference in needs and wants...
Some knives are some I have used, in serious situations , including some of these events Mother Nature dished out, like that Dogfish.
Becker Necker is another, and is sitting there, and I have used it and ...it has a better home now.
Some of these items, are sentimental to me, just because of the folks that sent them to me.
Some are classics, some are unique, some ...damn good steels and blade designs they do not make anymore.
We had a serious case of lump throats, and moist eyes.
Not even "what knife for Windows? was humorous enough to hide behind when someone said that, holding the M2 steel knife I actually had plans for myself.
I eased up to the Marine, and was honest when I said I was not meddling, still just said my Case Peanut, yellow handled, with CV was real sentimental to me.
She shared with me, her story, her sentimental attachment and ...
Her story , parallels mine, with this knife.
She knew the date code, and mine was the same as the one in her story
I shared how the Slimline Trapper that matches it, was part of the Sentimental attachment...and the small stone I carry with these...
Words cannot explain all this...
Now in all reality, I probably will never see these folks again.
Then a old saw - the only thing left of me when I die, is that which don't burn, ran through my brain.
I really don't have any blood kin I can leave anything to.
Folks around here know about this , so my "family" is not blood family.
I have nobody, but ...
Bladeforums had a 1 year experiment, to see if a person could go 1 year, using the same knife beginning in January of 2008.
To me, this was not an "experiment", just something I have done.
I chose to use a Case Peanut, yellow handle, with CV blades.
I have done this, in real life, including some survival type lessons, or out for a week or more in Canada, canoing and portaging...etc.
I mean the reality is, many folks only had one knife and used it for decades for everything back in the day ...some still live life this way.
Simple, content, and very happy lives.
I was sticking with the Peanut to prove a point to some new folks, and to continue passing forward as I do.
I never expected these storms, much less lose two sentimental Peanuts, still, I stuck with Experiment.
This Experiment started in January of 2008
I am guessing I am the only one that stayed with the same knife, even though I had to replace with same knife due to loss, for the time I di
Technically, I was carrying a Peanut before the Experiment, and posted I was "In".
I went six months, and technically longer.
For me, the experiment at BFC is over.
I left this group of folks without a knife one on my person, or in my truck.
I stopped to use the restroom, on the drive back, and needed some gas...
Naturally others stopped as well.
Big friggin' Air Force fella was out near my truck, and I went to pre pay for gas and "sir, someone is already putting gas in your truck".
I have AF, Navy, Army, and Marines,, kinfolks, again gathered at this Fillin' Station and I am just one dumb southern boy civilian.
"Meet my daddy, I snagged him on the cell phone and he met me here".
Now I know where this AF brat gal gets her height!
Trust me, this 5'12" young daughter is one some pimply faced boy does not want to upset "da-dee" by not behaving when dating this gal.
Yes, I was only going to put $10 in to get home, I got $20 instead.
I appreciated this.
AF guys will "fuss" a bit different than a Marine, Navy or Army will, still there is a certain "fuss" only a Military person can do.
Oh well, I have a invite to get dumped out of the back of a C130 if I ever want to with the rest of the cargo.
"Can I swap for a ride in a fighter jet?" I asked.
He grinned
"Okay maybe a ride in one the choppers?"
Air Force , Big Air Force fellas has this "grin" they do.
Hard to explain...if you have ever seen it, you understand this...
Big hands, firm handshake and that Western Knife was like the one his daddy used.
You just sorta stand there not saying much, both he and I with a lump and moist eyes...
Marine gal just had this look standing there.
She has my Peanut, Trapper and that small Case Hard AR stone I have used forever with those...
You folks know who you are.
I was just the messenger for the knives being passed forward as you wanted.
I do not do this type of thing well, I hide behind poor attempts at humor, or post a quote that means some thing, or some cliche'.
There will always be someone worse off, and better off than I .
To keep it - give it away
It is I that thanks you.
Steve
