Second hand Stag.
Posted: Thu Jan 14, 2016 10:54 pm
A cold winter wind blows harshly across the face of a young man as leans against an old oak hoping to cut the wind's wintery bite. A thick wool jacket doing the best it can to hold his own warmth in, a rifle strap slung around it. The young man pauses in hopes to let the howling winds pass him by. Reaching into his pocket he finds an aged treasure to keep his attention. His fingers glide down the ridged stag on his pocket knife, tracing the natural bumps and hollows that only stag can offer. The knife has a heat to it as the man's hands escape the winter air. By now the knife has lost it's dark burnt look, it's mellowing with experience as has the young man. Yellowish golden hues now adorn the old knife, it's a softer more comfortable appearance then when it was first throw into the man's pocket.
As his hands study the stag he remembers back to years just like this, years when the snow fell heavy and made for tough hunting, he remembers in part because that old worry stone was there with him. The winds begin to die down as the young man slowly opens his eyes, giant snow flakes are gently falling as the slight movement of a whitetail buck catches the hunter's attention.....
Here is my newest addition, a knife not old enough to hold those kind of memories, but someday might. It was well loved and used before it found it's way to my home, but it's just starting to get good.
It's got a nice patina going already.
It's not a fat stag at all, but it fits the hand very nicely.
As his hands study the stag he remembers back to years just like this, years when the snow fell heavy and made for tough hunting, he remembers in part because that old worry stone was there with him. The winds begin to die down as the young man slowly opens his eyes, giant snow flakes are gently falling as the slight movement of a whitetail buck catches the hunter's attention.....
Here is my newest addition, a knife not old enough to hold those kind of memories, but someday might. It was well loved and used before it found it's way to my home, but it's just starting to get good.
