My sister came down for a visit from Kentucky this past weekend. When she was unpacking her suitcase, she pulled out a paper towel wrapped object and handed it to me. After I unwrapped it, I saw a knife....... a nice Boker..... but then she told me it was our Dad's knife. You could have floored me with a feather.
I remembered my Dad having a Boker BUT, I had forgotten the details. I remembered he would use it to skin squirrels whenever we were lucky enough to get a couple. This is probably the knife my Dad used when he taught ME how to skin a squirrel...... ah, memories!
I now had my Dad's knife for my knife collection..... This one is a REAL treasure!
This is now the center piece for my Boker collection!
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It needs some clean up....I oiled it a little and WOW... this joker has some SNAP!!
