Can’t be sure exactly when I acquired this knife – probably around 10 years of age? I remember Floyd Traud teaching me how to sharpen it on a whetstone. I believe my grandfather gave it to me, but not sure. Most boys growing up in my neighborhood had something similar. Traipsing around in the woods pretending to be Daniel Boone with a big hunting knife was one of my things to do back in those days.
It spent 20-some years riding around under the seat of ‘ol Betsy after I joined the Air Force. I bought that car right here in Denver for $900 in perfect condition with low mileage in 1984. The knife surfaced sometime around 2005 when the car was scrapped. The engine and trans still adorn one corner of the garage, with everything else not seen on that stripped hulk stashed around various hiding places. I think I got my money’s worth out of that one.
Then the knife sat in a toolbox until last week after I finally got some plasti-dip and properly repaired the handle. It’s been a long time since I went by “Dave.” Maybe I’ll start a collection.
