Call me spoiled, but the one thing I've been able to count on for years now has been the idea that something sharp lay under the tree waiting for me. Wrapped tightly around a cardboard tube, colorful wrapping paper guards my eyes from realizing exactly the prize inside. I take my time undoing the paper from the tube and try to mentally capture the moment, for a knife nut it's a special thing. Sometimes I find the words Northfield, or Tidioute printed beautifully on the tube surrounding my new pocket pal, either way I'm thrilled to expose the treasure inside.
With a "pop" the plastic top comes off and out slides a piece of oil covered wax paper. Unrolling the paper exposes a bit of steel, maybe some jigged bone or even stag. Quickly the aroma of oil from the factory mixes with the fresh pine scent wafting from the brightly decorated Christmas tree and I'm flooded with memories of years past.
This year was different for a lot of reasons, but I still experienced that same flood brought fourth by some beautiful knives my family blessed me with.
The first being a gift from Jr and his new wife (Jr is my brother).
A beautiful #73 in jigged appaloosa bone. This is one of the tightest knives I've ever had. Zero gaps, blade play, centering issues, nothing.
It has a really sharp edge too, popping hairs out of the tube.
