A good Encampment post.
Remember, blades not more than 3 inches long.
Chesterton on knives:
Let me explain a little: Certain things are bad so far as they go, such as pain, and no one, not even a lunatic, calls a tooth-ache good in itself; but a knife which cuts clumsily and with difficulty is called a bad knife, which it certainly is not. It is only not so good as other knives to which men have grown accustomed. A knife is never bad except on such rare occasions as that in which it is neatly and scientifically planted in the middle of one’s back. The coarsest and bluntest knife which ever broke a pencil into pieces instead of sharpening it is a good thing in so far as it is a knife. It would have appeared a miracle in the Stone Age. What we call a bad knife is a good knife not good enough for us.
That doesn’t look more than 3 inches…but I mean, you could probably take out an army with that thing.
There is something to be said for multi-purpose knives. I have a leatherman (one similar to that) and find it indespensable. I use it for just about everything; from cutting lunch to opening cans to sawing sheetrock. But my favorite knife is my Gerber Gator. It keeps a great edge, yet the steel isn’t so hard that it’s difficult to put an edge back on when it dulls (which isn’t often.) The grip also sets this guy above others. It’s made of a combination of materials, coated with special rubber that give it a great grip.
And no, I don’t work for Gerber.
Great thing about the knife in Father’s picture is that you could use one blade at a time until dull, then go onto another one. That way it would last at least another couple of presidential administrations before having to sharpen anything.
But I like my 3 1/2 inch Buck folding knife – great blade that holds an edge!
Got that pic here.
A knife worthy of a king. Some history behind that crazy looking thing: