I have numerous “knife memories” from my dad. He loved a good knife and always kept his knives very sharp whether they were hunting knives, pocket knives, or butcher knives. He always said a dull blade was more dangerous than a sharp one so he kept his razor sharp. He often said “you could ride a sharp knife to Chicago and back without getting hurt”. But a dull one? I never tried it to see if it was true because, you know, he was my dad and he was always right 🤪🤪🤪
Great tribute to your Uncle Wilbur! I’m sure that knife would have some adventures to tell; if only it could speak, but I’m pretty sure his favorites would have been all about fishing with you.
I have numerous “knife memories” from my dad. He loved a good knife and always kept his knives very sharp whether they were hunting knives, pocket knives, or butcher knives. He always said a dull blade was more dangerous than a sharp one so he kept his razor sharp. He often said “you could ride a sharp knife to Chicago and back without getting hurt”. But a dull one? I never tried it to see if it was true because, you know, he was my dad and he was always right 🤪🤪🤪
Excellent.
Great piece. That one hit home so well for our difficult times. Thank you Doug.
Great tribute to your Uncle Wilbur! I’m sure that knife would have some adventures to tell; if only it could speak, but I’m pretty sure his favorites would have been all about fishing with you.
Aww, thanks Betty.
Aww, thanks!
These old tools connect us to the stories that brought us here
Yes.
Always so eloquent and moving. Thank you, Doug.
Thanks Joan.
Love your thoughts and morale support Douglas! Thanks!
Thanks Mike.
So well said! I’d love to be sitting around a campfire for real, listening to your stories. From Idaho