I was taken aback when Mr. Fancy Schmancy shouted "A pox on both your houses!" as I was unaware that he knew of my summer home. Founding member of the Hogtown Irregulars, and former indentured short order cook still on the run. Professional Zamboni racer and bronze medal recipient in the 2010 All-Miami Outdoor Zamboni Championships.
Saturday, January 21, 2006
"Got a knife handy, Hoss?"
One of the neat things about Florida's Concealed Weapons Permit is the ability to carry a decent knife without fear some rookie cop will pitch a fit because a man wants to have something with a decent edge along for the ride. I have several blades that are suitable for sawing, cutting, skewering, skinning in a pinch, and it's nice to slide one along on via a sturdy belt or drop in a deep pocket. Cannot tolerate being at a Home Depot or Lowes and using those faggy little saw-edges to scissor off a length of rope I've just tied something down with. So much easier to whip out the Old Timer 47OT From Schrade and the job is done sans fuss or muss.There is always of course the obligatory wiseass that will stand there watching you, then remove the finger from his nose long enough to warn "better not let a cop catcha wit dat blade, fella", and it's pleasing to wink back at old booger-hooker and smile that knowing smile. Someday we'll talk about the real way to sharpen a knife, and if that don't put you all to sleep nothing will.
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