Here's what I would imagine to be an incredible afternoon if I was a dreamer and wishing for some mythical perfect day. How about take the afternoon off on a rare kind of fabulous day around Puget Sound. Have lunch with the family. Ride the motorcycle a few miles to a quaint little town, catch a ferry boat to the other side of the Sound where you rarely go. Water is beautiful, scenery great, boats out, guys Salmon fishing right and left, Olympic Mountains ahead, Volcano mountains Rainier and Baker to the side, fall colors. 20 min ferry to Kingston where you go to the favorite watering hole of a veteran knife enthusiast, dealer, GEC collector and knife encyclopedia, one famous in certain circles. Meet at the Filling Station bar and grill. You sit in pleasant surroundings, have a few drinks or something to eat with a famous knife guy who then proceeds to pull out a table cloth and rags and white gloves, cases and tubes, to show you some of his private stash pieces and then he says he has too many knives and needs to get rid of some inventory. Then you try to keep yourself from grinning too big like an idiot, and giggling like a little kid in a candy store, trying hard not to come across too eager and simultaneously drool all over his gems. When faced with such choices the mind is boggled, the shock and gravity of it, the considering hard and fast, the decisions final. There's no second chance at a time like that. Once in a lifetime. And one in a million, or billion. The knives and the man. Not your average knife. One of a kind stag, and customization. All this made so rare by one of the friendliest, nicest, down to earth, one-of-the-boys kind of guys who seems like a friend to every man especially anyone who likes knives. That was too good to be true and a pipe dream I didn't even dare dream of until yesterday when it happened, met Gunstock Jack in his own haunts out on the Peninsula. Rain forest. Primeval feel, still feels like wilderness and separated from the mainland. Like a dream. Most people would not even get it, much less appreciate it, but I share only because I love to read stories like this and can't believe I'm relaying one, but hoped it was interesting to someone else besides me. Blown away. Seems like a dream now. Not really real like every day life. Weird. And all brought to you by the graciousness and generosity and friendship of Gunstock Jack who I met at the Oregon knife show years ago. And it goes back further 6-7 years maybe to Qtcut5 who got me into chasing knives and buying and selling and going to knife shows and shops and places where you get blades. Jack and Q are the kind of gems who were passing on the love, not gouging out the profits, letting you get stuff you couldn't get elsewhere, totally unavailable and much less than you would have to give up even if they were out there somewhere else, which they weren't. Just sharing for interested parties and passing on the good vibes of fellow blade brothers and sisters and great people out there in the knife world. My friends and family don't get it, but I knew some of you here would. Unbelievable. Thanks, thanks, thanks Q and Jack. Made some memory burn today. I'll never forget, never be able to give thanks enough.
"It's what people know about themselves inside that makes them afraid." -No Name, High Plains Drifter