Roger Felton
Well, BB, I have always owned knives but I can't say I'm a collector. There are two that I'll keep forever. My Mother-in-law had a neighbor behind her house who would always mow her yard every week after finishing his. She had a really huge yard but he never asked for a dime. He'd bring her a gallon of his home made wine once in a while and she'd give him several quarts of her canned okra and tomatoes that she grew herself. James was a "man of color" and he was as good a neighbor as anyone ever had.
One day I stopped by Mom's house and James presented me with the gift of a hunting knife he had made. Has a deer horn handle and the steel is so hard I bet I could cut diamonds all day and then shave with it. Incredible workmanship. He only makes about 2 or 3 a year.
The other keeper I have is actually a set of throwing knives. I used to practice throwing knives every day as a kid. Got to where I could nail a soup can at 30 feet pretty consistently till Mom found out I was using her expensive cuttlery and took 'em away from me. I bought a set of actual balanced throwing knives about a year ago and I go out in the back yard occasionally and practice like I used to. But instead of a soup can, I have to use a 55 gallon drum and stand about 7 feet away instead of 30.
I got a big sheet of plywood and drew a silhouette of a person and practiced to see how close I could come to the outline without "drawing any blood". Well, overall I'd say I'm pretty good and only go inside the line maybe 10% of the time. I got so cocky that I asked my wife, Beverly, if she'd mind standing in front of the target and let me see if I can work under pressure. Never got the chance to find out as she took my knives away just like my Mom did.
Now, Rich, I hate to break the bad news to ya but you will never change the mindset of an anti-gunner person using logic and facts. Guns are all bad and people are all good until they come in contact with one of those bad guns. It takes possession of your soul like when Linda Blair tossed her pea soup back in '73. Outlaw guns for the law abiders and we'd all live in the land of milk and honey, I tell ya. And hey, I eat deer, too, but since they eat grass, corn and flowers all day I guess that kinda makes me a vegan, huh?
You reminded me of the story of the Quaker who owned a shotgun but was adamently against harming any person in any way for any reason. One day a particularly ornery biker dude rode into their village and decided to wipe out a few folks with his .38 just for sport since he knew these were Quakers and, because of their faith, would never make a fuss about it.
But after seeing his neighbors trying to stop a few bullets with their foreheads, the Quaker picked up his old shotgun and, staying true to his faith in never harming anyone on purpose, he politely informed the biker, "Pardon thee, sir, but tho standith where I am about to shoot".
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