So, of course among all the wonderful, mint Schrade, I come up with the black sheep!
Someone did bad things to ‘ol Uncle Henry. This 227 came to me with both blades looking more like the edge of a saw. It’s been grindered and lost a tip on the main blade. Handles fine though.
OTOH, it was fifteen bucks at the swapmeet today. Naturally, it followed me home. I seem to be running a refuge for the old and ugly!
This is my first and only Schrade. Gotta start somewhere!
I’m too young to be this old!
“Hey Ann, gotchyer knife?!”