A looooong while ago I mentioned in a post how while out hunting a few years ago I had lost my Case High Carbon Steel Stockman my father gave me in 1984. As it turns out, I was mistaken. While at the deer camp this evening bushogging I had to make a pit stop in the rest room. Well, we all know that a man needs something to read while in there so I went over to the book shelf and pulled down one about wilderness living. As I reached high and slid the book from between the others, my long lost Case stockman hit me in the chest and slid down my partially unbuttoned shirt. The darn thing was sitting on top of the book. Then I remembered what had happened. A few years ago I emptied my pockets for the night and put all my stuff on the narrow ledge in front of all the books. There was not enough room so I slid my Case knife on top of the book. I genuinly thought I had lost it while hunting when I emptied my pockets the next evening never remembering that I neglected to put it in my pocket that morning. In my mind my Case knife was lost forever in the woods. I can't tell you how many times I looked intently at the ground while walking to my stand hoping to see it. I never did obviously. Man, when I found my knife I felt really great and really goofy at the same time. I expected some rust from the condensation in the camp during the off season but it is no worse for wear thanks to a heavy patina acquired over the years. A little oil in the hinges and it's as good as the day I "lost" it. I know this was a long post but I'm so glad my old friend is home. I replaced that knife with a Victorinox farmer some years ago and carry it religiously now. I guess the Farmer will have to get used to sharing because my Case Stockman is riding up front and left tommorrow. Tommorow I'm gonna find a nice piece of wood to whittle and have an ice cold beer in celebration. Thanks for reading my long post. Man, I'm so freaking happy!!!!!!!
