maxcutter03
Well-Known Member
About 2 1/2 years ago, July 2008, when making the move from Washington to Texas, I lost a knife. It was my knife that I had made for myself.
We flew down to Dallas from Spokane and rented a car and looked for houses in the Dallas area and drove to my dad's in La. for a visit. While in Louisiana, somehow my knife wound up on the side of the road and stayed there for over a year. About a year ago an old man found it and has been using it for ever since. His son-in-law called me up yesterday to tell me he was interested in my knives. Then he proceeded to tell me the story about how his paw-in-law found this knife on the side of the road in Lafayette. It cut like no other knife he had ever owned. The knife was my Trail Skinner pattern with CPM-154CM steel, 416 dovetailed bolsters, green linen micarta scales. The sheath was decorated by my daughter. I really don't think the old timer knows what he really has. He just knows the knife he has, has held an edge for a year and is still going strong.
Getting my name off of my makers mark he googled me and the son-in-law called me yeaterday. After seeing the knife in action the son-in-law ordered two knives, one for himself and his father
I was hoping that whoever found that knife would appreciate it and use it for what it was made for. I felt this was a story worth telling.
We flew down to Dallas from Spokane and rented a car and looked for houses in the Dallas area and drove to my dad's in La. for a visit. While in Louisiana, somehow my knife wound up on the side of the road and stayed there for over a year. About a year ago an old man found it and has been using it for ever since. His son-in-law called me up yesterday to tell me he was interested in my knives. Then he proceeded to tell me the story about how his paw-in-law found this knife on the side of the road in Lafayette. It cut like no other knife he had ever owned. The knife was my Trail Skinner pattern with CPM-154CM steel, 416 dovetailed bolsters, green linen micarta scales. The sheath was decorated by my daughter. I really don't think the old timer knows what he really has. He just knows the knife he has, has held an edge for a year and is still going strong.
Getting my name off of my makers mark he googled me and the son-in-law called me yeaterday. After seeing the knife in action the son-in-law ordered two knives, one for himself and his father
I was hoping that whoever found that knife would appreciate it and use it for what it was made for. I felt this was a story worth telling.
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