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Post by oldcajun123 on Jan 26, 2023 13:19:07 GMT -5
Sorry don’t know how to post videos, this morning feeling maudlin I watched Guy Clark do his Randall Knife song, had tears in my eyes because my Fathers brother coming home from WWII gave my Grandfather his K-Bar, had it from Africa to Germany. Grandpaw did his hog killing with it. As a young child I asked him if I could play with it, after telling me how sharp it was he let me play with it. As an older man I finally realized how much he loved me as he treasured that knife. Years flew by, my Fathers brother probably gave it away, I would have liked to have it, but alas not to be. The old barn door had hundreds of knicks while I learned to throw a knife. Came in handy later on in life. I apologize, Old Man rambleing!!  |
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Post by mwps70 on Jan 26, 2023 18:46:49 GMT -5
I've always though K-bar knives looked cool. Wanted one as a kid but never did get one. I do have an old small multi blade folding knife of my great grandpas. It is always in my pipe bag as it makes a nice pipe tool.
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Post by trailboss on Jan 26, 2023 19:13:26 GMT -5
I don’t have any of the historic Ka-bars from the past, I do have the one my son carried in Afghanistan, along with the same model NIB that I figured to put to work if I go camping… both are razor sharp, you could shave a mosquito’s butt with.
I have a mini Ka-bar also that is a great knife that conceals easily.
I passed on picking up a Randall one time for a fair price, now I kick myself…. Having one with family history would be more special though.
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Post by urbino on Jan 26, 2023 19:49:57 GMT -5
I've nearly picked up a Ka-bar countless times, too. Just never quite did it.
I've got an L.T. Wright bushcrafter's knife that does the job.
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Post by Plainsman on Jan 26, 2023 19:52:18 GMT -5
Now my knife story… My mentor — who knew a rogue’s gallery of WW2 “men of reputation” some of whom I was introduced to — had a Sykes-Fairbairn Brit commando dagger on his desk as a letter opener. It’s owner had replaced the metal handle with a nice piece of stag— probably Scots. The handle and the blade were discolored, as if burned. He told me the story. His friend, an American, had joined the Brit commandos early in the war and was on the infamous Dieppe raid. During the raid he and his mates were involved in a CQB situation in a burning building. He was badly wounded and dropped his knife as his mates were carrying him out and back to the boats. “My knife! My knife!” he yelled and one of his mates went back into the building and retrieved it from the fire. I guess you have to know what a man’s tools mean to him in such situations to understand. My mentor gave me the knife, but said I would have to wait ‘til he crossed over before I could collect it. He actually didn’t ‘cross over’ but disappeared in strange circumstances. I never got the knife. I would have liked to have had it as a talisman of those brave, brave men who saved civilization with their blood and sacrifice.
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Post by urbino on Jan 26, 2023 20:01:20 GMT -5
Now my knife story… My mentor — who knew a rogue’s gallery of WW2 “men of reputation” some of whom I was introduced to — had a Sykes-Fairbairn Brit commando dagger on his desk as a letter opener. It’s owner had replaced the metal handle with a nice piece of stag— probably Scots. The handle and the blade were discolored, as if burned. He told me the story. His friend, an American, had joined the Brit commandos early in the war and was on the infamous Dieppe raid. During the raid he and his mates were involved in a CQB situation in a burning building. He was badly wounded and dropped his knife as his mates were carrying him out and back to the boats. “My knife! My knife!” he yelled and one of his mates went back into the building and retrieved it from the fire. I guess you have to know what a man’s tools mean to him in such situations to understand. My mentor gave me the knife, but said I would have to wait ‘til he crossed over before I could collect it. He actually didn’t ‘cross over’ but disappeared in strange circumstances. I never got the knife. I would have liked to have had it as a talisman of those brave, brave men who saved civilization with their blood and sacrifice. I dunno, Bob. Sounds like it might have been bad luck. |
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Post by Plainsman on Jan 26, 2023 20:10:30 GMT -5
I can live with that, Urb.
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Post by trailboss on Jan 26, 2023 20:19:59 GMT -5
“ I guess you have to know what a man’s tools mean to him in such situations to understand. ”
I have trod the earth long enough to understand.
In the realm of the warrior, I have never been but I was exposed to many of them guys growing up. “ Indian Jim” a Cherokee special forces guy that I later found out was involved in “Project eldest son” in Vietnam was one… pretty sure that was tame compared to other operations.
His house was a gallery of tools.
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Post by Plainsman on Jan 26, 2023 20:34:24 GMT -5
They’re all in my pantheon of heroes. I feel blessed to have known some of them.
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Post by Rattlesnake Daddy on Jan 26, 2023 20:51:54 GMT -5
I had an old K-Bar gifted to me by a friend about 30 years ago. I don't know much about it's history before me, but it was a great overall camping utility knife that I got some good use out of. Sadly, it was lost during a move. I keep threatening to pick up another, but have a nice Mora Garberg that serves the same purpose.
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