Don't kill the memories .
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Please keep hunting posts to Traditional Bow Hunting. No canned or high fence hunts or stories allowed. Please be respectful of fellow members and helpful to those with questions. Treat others like you like to be treated. There is a Japanese word that I try and model my life after.
GAMAN: patience..dignity..restraint.
Don't kill the memories .
"Maybe the truly handicapped people are the ones that don't need God as much." ~ Joni Eareckson Tada
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Nice knife Graps. A good knife can hold many good hunting memories.
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My mother gave me some of my dad's things .
This Western Cutlery knife was in the stuff .
Being a knife maker I was just about to clean it up and refinish the leather handle , make a new sheath and having it look like new .
Then it hit me , all those marks and discoloration are memories .
How many deer have been field dressed , rabbits , chickens beheaded and I know of one moose .
I think it looks just fine like it is .
"Maybe the truly handicapped people are the ones that don't need God as much." ~ Joni Eareckson Tada
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Captainkirk
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Re: Don't kill the memories .
My Dad had a knife very similar to those, but I think the blade was a little smaller. I wish that I had been able to get that knife. I have no idea what ever happened to it.
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Found this one under a very old house I was working on. Whish it could talk. Kinfolks 368
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54" Fox Breed 60#@28"
60" Pronghorn Longbow 55#@27"
Genesis 27:3 Now therefore take, I pray thee, thy weapons, thy quiver and thy bow, and go out to the field, and take me some venison.
60" Pronghorn Longbow 55#@27"
Genesis 27:3 Now therefore take, I pray thee, thy weapons, thy quiver and thy bow, and go out to the field, and take me some venison.
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IVe restored many of the old western leather stacks but I agree with you.
The Joy is in the doing.
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You know , I wouldn't have a problem with restoring a knife like that . If it didn't know the original owner , there's no sentimental value .Shootemstraight wrote:Found this one under a very old house I was working on. Whish it could talk. Kinfolks 368
But still , would be interesting if it could share the stories with you .
"Maybe the truly handicapped people are the ones that don't need God as much." ~ Joni Eareckson Tada
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A little back story on my Western, Dale...since you shared yours...
When I was a snot-nosed kid I wanted to be a 'hunter'. I don't know why, because my dad was not a hunter that I recall, but I wanted to be. Maybe more of an Indian brave, I dunno? Anyway, that's how I ended up with my 'Baby Ben' Ben Pearson bow. And once I had that, well..you can't be a hunter without a huntin' knife, right?
I bugged my dad for seemed like forever for a real huntin' knife. Oh, I had my jackknife and my Cub Scout knife, but it wasn't the same...
One Christmas morning I woke to find the Western under the tree...
And when Dad finally did take me rabbit and pheasant hunting as a teen, you can bet it was strapped to my hip!
First blood was a rabbit, in fact.
Might have only cost five bucks back in the day, but to me it's worth a million bucks!
When I was a snot-nosed kid I wanted to be a 'hunter'. I don't know why, because my dad was not a hunter that I recall, but I wanted to be. Maybe more of an Indian brave, I dunno? Anyway, that's how I ended up with my 'Baby Ben' Ben Pearson bow. And once I had that, well..you can't be a hunter without a huntin' knife, right?
I bugged my dad for seemed like forever for a real huntin' knife. Oh, I had my jackknife and my Cub Scout knife, but it wasn't the same...
One Christmas morning I woke to find the Western under the tree...
And when Dad finally did take me rabbit and pheasant hunting as a teen, you can bet it was strapped to my hip!
First blood was a rabbit, in fact.
Might have only cost five bucks back in the day, but to me it's worth a million bucks!
Aim small, miss small!
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Thanks for sharing Kirk .
"Maybe the truly handicapped people are the ones that don't need God as much." ~ Joni Eareckson Tada