Happy Father's Day dad...I sharpened your old rusty knife for you.

[mk4125]

I dug up an old knife and, after cleaning, set on the corner of my office desk. My 13 year-old son figured he would sharpen it for me. .
Errrr.. thanks?

 

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[Racso]

Looks like you can shave with it now congrats

 

[dirtdigginfool]

Awww...just an early Father's Day gift! When my oldest was 13, he most likely would have stuck that in the back of my head while I was sleeping lol...evil kid...tsk tsk, don't know where he gets it! Good stuff! Ddf

 

[IMAUDIGGER]

I dug up an old knife and, after cleaning, set on the corner of my office desk. My 13 year-old son figured he would sharpen it for me. .
Errrr.. thanks? View attachment 1601846View attachment 1601847

I would order up new leather and help him finish restoring the knife.
Looks like it might be a Western or old K-Bar. Nothing especially collectible, but definitely worthy of restoration.

I had an old western I found that I made oak grips for. I really liked it. Too bad a friend walked off with it...

 

[Kray Gelder]

Yup, you should help him fix it up, and find a sheath. A young man needs a good belt knife, and that one looks serviceable.

 

[mk4125]

Yup, you should help him fix it up, and find a sheath. A young man needs a good belt knife, and that one looks serviceable.

You are right. What's the point of this thing sitting in a drawer for eternity when there is a young man (my own kid) who has taken an interest in it. I should have realized this sooner....I will refurbish it and give to him.

 

[GopherDaGold]

When I was a kid I found a rusty old pocketknife in a creekbed and begged my mom to let me keep it. She wanted it in the trash but I wanted to whittle. She kept saying over and over that I would cut myself and 'get lock-jaw and die'. She eventually gave in but repeated that if I cut myself I would 'get lock-jaw and die.
Sure as hell as I was turning a big stick into a little stick the rusty blade nicked my finger. It was a tiny cut that barely broke the skin but after hearing the repeated warnings from my mom, I was scared to tell her what happened for fear of losing my first ever pocketknife and doubly scared that I was not long on this earth because I would certainly 'get lock-jaw and die'.
I finally mustered the courage to tell her what happened, knowing of course that she would confiscate my knife but by now I'm more concerned about living than whittling on an old stick.
She looked at my wound, then at me and said, "goodbye".
So now I'm blubbering like a dang fool and begging her or someone to save me because I swear I felt my jaw tightening up and I knew I was close to death. She said she might be able to help but first I have to give up my knife which of course I did. I want to live!
She took me into the bathroom, cleaned the scratch and applied some methiolate, (OUCH!) and a band-aid and sent me back out to play, sans knife.
I don't know if I felt more relieved or cheated

 

[Javadroid]

Great story and a nice find - congrats!

 

[Ammoman]

When I was a kid I found a rusty old pocketknife in a creekbed and begged my mom to let me keep it. She wanted it in the trash but I wanted to whittle. She kept saying over and over that I would cut myself and 'get lock-jaw and die'. She eventually gave in but repeated that if I cut myself I would 'get lock-jaw and die.
Sure as hell as I was turning a big stick into a little stick the rusty blade nicked my finger. It was a tiny cut that barely broke the skin but after hearing the repeated warnings from my mom, I was scared to tell her what happened for fear of losing my first ever pocketknife and doubly scared that I was not long on this earth because I would certainly 'get lock-jaw and die'.
I finally mustered the courage to tell her what happened, knowing of course that she would confiscate my knife but by now I'm more concerned about living than whittling on an old stick.
She looked at my wound, then at me and said, "goodbye".
So now I'm blubbering like a dang fool and begging her or someone to save me because I swear I felt my jaw tightening up and I knew I was close to death. She said she might be able to help but first I have to give up my knife which of course I did. I want to live!
She took me into the bathroom, cleaned the scratch and applied some methiolate, (OUCH!) and a band-aid and sent me back out to play, sans knife.
I don't know if I felt more relieved or cheated

LOL great story...and your mom let you live! LOVE IT!

 

[Kray Gelder]

Really funny, Gopher. Reminds me of my kid-hood.

 

[Professor of Engineering]

Thank you for sharing!

 

[uglymailman]

Nice save. Gopher, my family wouldn't have taken the knife. They would have had me soak the wound in coal oil. Worked great for mashed fingers too. Good luck.

 

[mk4125]

When I was a kid I found a rusty old pocketknife in a creekbed and begged my mom to let me keep it. She wanted it in the trash but I wanted to whittle. She kept saying over and over that I would cut myself and 'get lock-jaw and die'. She eventually gave in but repeated that if I cut myself I would 'get lock-jaw and die.
Sure as hell as I was turning a big stick into a little stick the rusty blade nicked my finger. It was a tiny cut that barely broke the skin but after hearing the repeated warnings from my mom, I was scared to tell her what happened for fear of losing my first ever pocketknife and doubly scared that I was not long on this earth because I would certainly 'get lock-jaw and die'.
I finally mustered the courage to tell her what happened, knowing of course that she would confiscate my knife but by now I'm more concerned about living than whittling on an old stick.
She looked at my wound, then at me and said, "goodbye".
So now I'm blubbering like a dang fool and begging her or someone to save me because I swear I felt my jaw tightening up and I knew I was close to death. She said she might be able to help but first I have to give up my knife which of course I did. I want to live!
She took me into the bathroom, cleaned the scratch and applied some methiolate, (OUCH!) and a band-aid and sent me back out to play, sans knife.
I don't know if I felt more relieved or cheated

I found myself grinning from ear-to-ear while reading this entire post. Good stuff. I am glad you survived your injuries

 

[dansalata]

sounds similar to my childhood....good stuff

 

[sprailroad]

When I was a kid I found a rusty old pocketknife in a creekbed and begged my mom to let me keep it. She wanted it in the trash but I wanted to whittle. She kept saying over and over that I would cut myself and 'get lock-jaw and die'. She eventually gave in but repeated that if I cut myself I would 'get lock-jaw and die.
Sure as hell as I was turning a big stick into a little stick the rusty blade nicked my finger. It was a tiny cut that barely broke the skin but after hearing the repeated warnings from my mom, I was scared to tell her what happened for fear of losing my first ever pocketknife and doubly scared that I was not long on this earth because I would certainly 'get lock-jaw and die'.
I finally mustered the courage to tell her what happened, knowing of course that she would confiscate my knife but by now I'm more concerned about living than whittling on an old stick.
She looked at my wound, then at me and said, "goodbye".
So now I'm blubbering like a dang fool and begging her or someone to save me because I swear I felt my jaw tightening up and I knew I was close to death. She said she might be able to help but first I have to give up my knife which of course I did. I want to live!
She took me into the bathroom, cleaned the scratch and applied some methiolate, (OUCH!) and a band-aid and sent me back out to play, sans knife.
I don't know if I felt more relieved or cheated

Can't top that story.

 

[WHADIFIND]

You are right. What's the point of this thing sitting in a drawer for eternity when there is a young man (my own kid) who has taken an interest in it. I should have realized this sooner....I will refurbish it and give to him.

I agree, good to encourage any decent interest a young one shows. But, nowadays? I think I would include, in that restoration, a good, permanent display frame. So it doesn't wind up going to school one day ....for "show & tell".

Nice story!