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1. I remember regularly carrying a Lone Ranger pocketknife to 1st grade in Washington, DC!

   Until someone stole it from my coat hanging up in the coat room, that is. Never will forget that…

   D2 is a rare, fine tough blade.

2. I to carried a knife to school every day from the third grade thru college. I did get it taken away in basic training when I was drafted in the Army. The DI told me it was “too sharp”. He did return it when basic training was completed.
   I use a knife almost every day here on the farm. I have all types and sizes for different work. I usually carry a couple of knifes in my pack when hunting. My “Greene River Skinner, “my old buck” that is almost indescribable and a smaller one that I made for caping.
   A man can never have enough good knives.
   It’s too bad we let these left wingers take our knives away from our Kids.
   A great article.
   The Gman

3. I’m not trying to throw rocks at anybody but I just don’t like that blade shape. I’ve got a mental block in favor of drop points and inverted tanto.

4. Always had a poctet knife in school. And we also had rifle or shotgun in our trucks.

5. In far suburban St. Louis, in my 6th grade glass, about 1970 we had show and tell on hobbies. The class had no prior knowledge of what one kid was to bring. His hobby was hunting.

   He obtained permission from the teacher that checked with the school principal to bring a double barrel shotgun to school for show and tell. The principal approved with the restrictions that the kid could not bring any ammo to school and the kid had to put the shotgun in the principals office in the morning for safe keeping until show and tell.

   Show and tell happened, the teacher and the kid left the room to retrieve the shotgun, then returned it to the principals office after show and tell. At the end of the school day the kid takes the gun home. No issues, no irate parents. Somewhere society lost discipline and respect for others. We did not have violent video games back then to teach a loss of values.

   If I tell this story to current day teachers, they turn colors and can hardly catch their breath.

6. “Clever Girl” is a reference to the original Jurassic Park movie. One character (by accent) seems to be Rhodesian or South African, with a safari guide or professional hunter background. When the raptors and other dinos get out, he grabs a combat shotgun and tries to get to the shack where he can turn the power back on. On the way, he realizes the pack of raptors is ahead of him and starts to hunt along the way. As he starts to pull down on one of the males, he realizes the dominant female has circled back to take him from the flank and rear. His last words are an admiring “Clever girl!”

7. My Dad gave me my first knife at the ripe old age of six at my momma’s protest. She knew me better than dear old Dad. So the first thing I did was to go in to my parent’s room and cut V notches in their window sill. What else are you suppose to do with a knife when your six years old? When I left home at nineteen the notches were still there. In grade school around 1965, I remember playing a game on the playground that we called chicken. Two kids would stand facing each other straddle footed with their legs stretched as far apart as possible and one kid would throw his pocket knife between his opponent’s legs and try to make it stick in the ground. If it stuck that kid would have to slide his foot over to the knife. Then it would be his turn to do the same with his knife. As this went on each kids feet would get closer and closer together making it more scary because if his opponent wasn’t careful his knife might stick into the other kids foot. Before long one of the kids would wind up with a knife sticking in the top of his foot at which time he would hop around yelling OUCH! That would get a good laugh from those involved as well as the onlookers. At that point one of the teachers who was standing nearby in a circle of teachers and smoking would look over and say “okay boys, put the knives in your pockets” and then go back to smoking. But we all survived it……… except the teachers who probably died of cancer. I sure miss America.

8. I remember chicken 🙂 We would collect bottles for the $0.05 deposit . We’d save up enough money a buy a cheap little two-bladed folder at the local corner store.

   Quite the right of passage to have your own pocket knife ! Of course we did all the crazy kid stuff . Carve our initials in everything and of course play chicken.

   Still have a couple of very faint scars right around the ankles 🙂

   I too miss the country I was raised in 🙁

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