I constantly find the more I learn about knives, the more I have to learn. Each lesson simply tends to open the door for more lessons.
One of my early lessons happened when I was on horseback moving some cows during antelope season. I heard a shot in the distance and rode toward the sound to see what the hunter had harvested. It took me awhile to reach him and I found him using a World War II bayonet to field dress a nice buck. He just kept sticking the buck in the belly with the bayonet.
He acknowledged me approaching and said hi. I returned his greeting and asked him if he did not think he had killed the animal enough. He said it was his first hunt and he thought the
