Free Shadows Of Sanity And Survival (Old Preppers Die Hard Book 3) by Ron Foster Page B

and Becky moaned for Farley to maybe consider staying home instead.
     
    Farley played with the scruff on his face because he hadn’t shaved in  a month or two and he could probably be Santa with a beard if he wanted to by Christmas but decided not to make that joke..
     
    “Look here, I need you alls advice on a couple things anyway. I know I went on and on about potlatches and such and how the value of property shouldn’t be considered, but these are modern times and we are modern people and folks look at things that way. I found for example not long ago a fine set of silver Stag knives. Becky, you know how much Jeremy loves that set that I’ve got and how useful they are in the field. The idea of having two knives, a big one for bigger tasks and a smaller one for those tasks that need more finesse we all realize these days. The boys are getting along just fine with their pocket knives and their sheath knives I gave them but I want to graduate that concept of two knives a bit. By the way I’ll be forever in debt to that Rural Ranger book that got me first to thinking about it. Before I got these I am wearing now, I once strapped a small sheath knife kangaroo style to my big blades sheath with paracord and rubber ranger bands. My problem is this: I’ve got this exquisite extra set of Silver Stag knives that came up for trade sometime ago at Barnett’s. Cost me a pretty penny in trade I might add, but they are infinitely well worth it in my opinion.
     

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    They were beautiful, hand built, made in USA, affordable, yet to some a highly considered and saved for purchase because knives of this craftsmanship and quality along with the fine tempered steel used don’t come cheap. These were knives to be treasured and passed down to other generations. This particular set of exquisite yet functional antler handled eye candy knives my heart said Jeremy should have them the first time I laid eyes on them.  I wanted him to be the proud possessor of these for this Christmas. But I feel funny giving them to him because I don’t have anything that fine to give Fong. I thought about this for some time and it’s a terrible thing to be a product of modern society and think this way, so that’s what brought me back to the idea of potlatch. It’s not the importance of the value of the item, its importance in meaning. I tell you what, it’s been driving me crazy for a few months since I found those two well matched and crafted blades and my first inclination was to proudly present them to Jeremy because of his love of my Pro Slab Silver Stag setup I wear.
     

     
    These two beauties that I am giving him are just as fine, just as resourceful but quite a different blade style than some people would think to choose for themselves without the firm education in bushcraft that I’ve been trying to give them boys. It’s also an obligation and a responsibility that one would choose this particular styling over another. Now we all love big bladed knives and part of that is my sometimes regaling them with old stories about King Arthur and his knights and big swords and such from the medieval periods but we don’t live there now. I choose the styling of my knife for many reasons and tasks that I undertook as well as my military outlook on things. I can remember when I was in a quandary of which set I wanted to purchase and the owner as well as bladesmith of Silver Stag Knives was commenting on my choice of hip wear and I chose the particular pair I got from their fine line up of blades. See, I kind of got sucked up in the story of the Navy Seal that came to his shop that picked up the first prototype of that field and fighting knife thinking about it as a defensive weapon.
     
    And yes, that blade style does lend itself to such a task and is the proper decision for that type of scenario.  Unfortunately, most everybody that looks at a knife imagines they are going to be sitting in all kinds of romanticized