Pocket knives

Saturday, October 9, 2021

From the time I could remember, Dad always carried a three-blade pocket knife and a Vick's inhaler. He used both daily. The pocket knife was special to Dad. It was something he took care of and used daily. I watched him lance the big boils on cows, and the smell was awful. He used the same knife to turn the bull calves into steers and to show me how to skin a coyote. Then, since he wore dentures, he'd use the same knife to whittle on an apple or a pear. He had a round whet stone that he used pretty often so his knife was always sharp.

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