Reply by Dallas

When I was 5 or 6 dad gave me a pocket knife. It was a Schrade and had two blades. One for whittling and the other called a “hoof cleaner” that I never did know what it was for. That is, until I started having to remove stones and crap from horses hooves.
That little knife taught me to whittle, taught me the value of a sharp blade, taught me how to sharpen, taught me how much worse it hurts to get cut with a really sharp blade, but that a dull blade will cut you more quickly.
I used that knife to make one of my first wood working projects, (It was a piece of a knot from a Douglas Fir shaped like Robby the Robot’s antenna). I used that piece, a Chesterfield cigarette carton, 5 old Eveready D cells, some wire and a shirt button.
It was suppose to be a bomb that I could put out to blow up the coyote that ate my pet rabbit. It didn’t work.

I didn’t learn until about 10 years later the coyote that ate the rabbits was us. Dad butchered them and we had a fine repast. <sniff>.

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