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Steel was "harder than woodpecker lips".
Sheath was in excellent shape.
Here awhile back I had the pleasure and honor of meeting one of our female members of the forum. We had communicated via PMs for a bit, and she was near where I now reside, and we met up. Super nice lady and is "about what we are about".
She does not post much, reads a lot, and for some reason was "taken by me" and hence the PMs.
When we met, I made the smart-aleck remark I was probably older than her parents.
Yeah, I am. I have come to accept this the older I get.
She shared at the time we met, her grandpa was dying and he gave her a Buck 110.
She knows I stay private, still asked if she could have an address to send it to me, to sharpen up.
Actually she asked me "show off and give me your best, which I know you can do"
Grandpa passed, the knife arrived.
Honestly, I did not know what to feel or think. Perhaps sentiment got the best of me.
The sheath was in excellent shape. The knife looked like it had been through hell and back. I was puzzled. She had related her grandpa "took care of tools" in our meeting. She had also shown me the Case Peanut and Sodbuster she carries and these were sharp.
I. Had. Made. A. Mistake.
In our meeting over a steak dinner with all the trimmings, including cheesecake and coffee...
I shared I was a "honorary member" of the "150 club".
Mentors are dead, still $150 to sharpen a knife, let me clarify, $150 per inch!
I had "submitted" some offerings and deemed a "honorary member".
Now, the fee is $200 per inch. I wonder if I can still do this...
PMs informed me, storms come up and grandpa did what he had to do with the 110. Including letting loose some barbed wire to let horses and cattle run free.
He did other stuff as well. He used the tool in hand to take of what needed taken care of .
Then, he went down. Down before he could "take care of this tool". It bugged the fire out of him.
He was down and went down so fast, well, taking care of this knife was not a priority and did not happen. Still he lay dying feeling bad about all this. Young lady assured him "I will take care of this".
Just me, still I could "read" this grandpa and what all had gone on. I have been there and done that, more than once.
I asked in a PM if he ever really used the sheath.
No. Rarely. Most often in a back pocket, or on the seat of the truck.
I started out taking care of the handles and bolsters. I don't have what I used to have for all of this, but then again I did come up under "apprenticeship" having to do by hand before I could use a "powered tool" .
I went from "rough" to like new or better with the brass bolsters and handles.
Various grits of emery paper, to Simichrome by Happich polish.
The blade I started with a two mill bastard file, then a diamond file to take care of nicks, some quite severe, most likely barbed wire. I took baby steps, doing things by hand, various "tools-n sharpeners" I do have, until I got to using Simichrome on the back of a legal pad, then a index card with Simichrome
Yeah-
One can read newsprint off the mirror finish finish of the finished edge.
Our young lady member was estacic upon it return to say the least. She admitted she cried...
"You are in the 200 club as far as I am concerned" she shared.
(Referring to now it is now $200 per inch to sharpen a knife, as charged, and deserved by such talents and "craft-persons".
No. No I am not. I have no problems admitting there are those much much better than I sharpening freehand than I.
I admit to showing off, but my intent was to do what that Grandpa would have done, to preserve a memory and to share with another forum member.
It was never about me, instead others. -me, inherited and instilled from Mentors.
No, young lady member, don't thank me, instead it is I that thanks you.
Young'un
Steel was "harder than woodpecker lips".
Sheath was in excellent shape.
Here awhile back I had the pleasure and honor of meeting one of our female members of the forum. We had communicated via PMs for a bit, and she was near where I now reside, and we met up. Super nice lady and is "about what we are about".
She does not post much, reads a lot, and for some reason was "taken by me" and hence the PMs.
When we met, I made the smart-aleck remark I was probably older than her parents.
Yeah, I am. I have come to accept this the older I get.
She shared at the time we met, her grandpa was dying and he gave her a Buck 110.
She knows I stay private, still asked if she could have an address to send it to me, to sharpen up.
Actually she asked me "show off and give me your best, which I know you can do"
Grandpa passed, the knife arrived.
Honestly, I did not know what to feel or think. Perhaps sentiment got the best of me.
The sheath was in excellent shape. The knife looked like it had been through hell and back. I was puzzled. She had related her grandpa "took care of tools" in our meeting. She had also shown me the Case Peanut and Sodbuster she carries and these were sharp.
I. Had. Made. A. Mistake.
In our meeting over a steak dinner with all the trimmings, including cheesecake and coffee...
I shared I was a "honorary member" of the "150 club".
Mentors are dead, still $150 to sharpen a knife, let me clarify, $150 per inch!
I had "submitted" some offerings and deemed a "honorary member".
Now, the fee is $200 per inch. I wonder if I can still do this...
PMs informed me, storms come up and grandpa did what he had to do with the 110. Including letting loose some barbed wire to let horses and cattle run free.
He did other stuff as well. He used the tool in hand to take of what needed taken care of .
Then, he went down. Down before he could "take care of this tool". It bugged the fire out of him.
He was down and went down so fast, well, taking care of this knife was not a priority and did not happen. Still he lay dying feeling bad about all this. Young lady assured him "I will take care of this".
Just me, still I could "read" this grandpa and what all had gone on. I have been there and done that, more than once.
I asked in a PM if he ever really used the sheath.
No. Rarely. Most often in a back pocket, or on the seat of the truck.
I started out taking care of the handles and bolsters. I don't have what I used to have for all of this, but then again I did come up under "apprenticeship" having to do by hand before I could use a "powered tool" .
I went from "rough" to like new or better with the brass bolsters and handles.
Various grits of emery paper, to Simichrome by Happich polish.
The blade I started with a two mill bastard file, then a diamond file to take care of nicks, some quite severe, most likely barbed wire. I took baby steps, doing things by hand, various "tools-n sharpeners" I do have, until I got to using Simichrome on the back of a legal pad, then a index card with Simichrome
Yeah-
One can read newsprint off the mirror finish finish of the finished edge.
Our young lady member was estacic upon it return to say the least. She admitted she cried...
"You are in the 200 club as far as I am concerned" she shared.
(Referring to now it is now $200 per inch to sharpen a knife, as charged, and deserved by such talents and "craft-persons".
No. No I am not. I have no problems admitting there are those much much better than I sharpening freehand than I.
I admit to showing off, but my intent was to do what that Grandpa would have done, to preserve a memory and to share with another forum member.
It was never about me, instead others. -me, inherited and instilled from Mentors.
No, young lady member, don't thank me, instead it is I that thanks you.
Young'un
