For those who love small streams, wild trout, and life...in their simplest form
Sunday, August 12, 2012
A folding piece of steel that has been with me since I started carrying my Cortland glass rod. It has done some fine work in the years since I purchased it in a general store in Vermont. It has dressed many pheasants and woodcock from woodlands and fields of New England, and the occasional trout for a stream side breakfast. Countless potatoes have been sliced and diced, and many a slab of bacon. It was there to cut apples and fine cheddar. It's opened many a package, sharpened a few pencils, and made those clean willow sticks for toasting marshmallows over an open fire. In those days where I would sleep overnight in my truck in the woods along a stream to be able to fish at first light it gave me comfort from those strange sounds one hears.
It's an "Old Timer" and like many old timers there's many more stories to be told.