Posted by: Blues
4" BackPocket #4 - 05/03/07 07:36 PM
For those of you that don't visit another knife discussion venue, I thought I'd share the following thread which I had posted. (If you do visit the other site, don't feel obligated to post here as well unless you feel like it.)
Some days the stars just line up, the black cat crosses the street to avoid you and you can almost convince yourself that you must be living right.
Today is one of those days for me.
It started out good because I was able to sell some production pieces that I no longer needed in my collection. I had a good workout, felt good and while sitting at the computer I look out the window and see the mail truck pulling up...
...But hold on, I'm not waiting for any packages...So I go outside to find out why the mail lady's pulling into my drive.
Tells me I got a box to sign for. Huh? Okay, sure, but...then I see it..., my pulse quickens, my eyes narrow into a tunnel vision broad enough only to make out the sender's name...Tony Bose.
Are you kidding me?
Let me digress a little. A couple months back I had occasion to call Tony when he was looking for some info on a beautiful stag Russell barlow he owns. That phone conversation engendered a friendly relationship which has since been conducted via email and occasionally by phone.
Attempting to pin Tony down on the subject of getting on a list to have a knife made proved about as easy as squashing mercury under your thumb. (Probably only us older fellas get that one.)
Then after a few good natured emails back and forth during which I was played like a fish rising to the bait, I was ready to concede defeat. Chances were that I wasn't about to see a Tony Bose knife unless I was lucky enough to find one through a dealer.
Yet one Sunday morning my wife hands me the phone and says there's someone named Tony Bose on the phone. (There, that'll humble ya a bit, Tony, just in case your hat don't fit.
) So, he asks me if he got me riled up? I had to admit he had, all in good humored fun. He then proceeds to tell me he has one heat treated blade unaccounted for and he might be able to make me a knife. Huh? What? Well, yeah...
So, in the end after a bunch of back and forth we decided (well, actually, Tony decided for me) that a 4" BackPocket in CPM 440V (S60V) would be just the ticket. Oh yeah, I can work with that, especially in stag with a federal shield, half stops...
...And that's just what arrived. In a box smelling of tobacco, inside a plastic bag which included the severed corner of a paperback book to show that just maybe this baby was sharp. (And it is, though I haven't needed the included band-aid (yet).
Now, keep in mind that it has been raining, my hands are shaking, my pulse is racing but there was no way I wasn't going to share some of my lousy shots just to give an inkling of how nice this knife is. (It exceeded my expectations, if that helps any. These pix will not do justice.)
So, here are some pix. (I'll get better ones sometime, but I sure as hell ain't letting it out of my sight to have 'em done professionally, I can tell you that.)
So there ya go...I kinda feel (almost) like I have arrived and joined some special club...
...Can you tell I'm just a llttle bit excited?
Thank you, Tony. Thanks for making a 54 year old man feel like a kid that just got away with something. 
Some days the stars just line up, the black cat crosses the street to avoid you and you can almost convince yourself that you must be living right.
Today is one of those days for me.
It started out good because I was able to sell some production pieces that I no longer needed in my collection. I had a good workout, felt good and while sitting at the computer I look out the window and see the mail truck pulling up...
...But hold on, I'm not waiting for any packages...So I go outside to find out why the mail lady's pulling into my drive.
Tells me I got a box to sign for. Huh? Okay, sure, but...then I see it..., my pulse quickens, my eyes narrow into a tunnel vision broad enough only to make out the sender's name...Tony Bose.
Are you kidding me?
Let me digress a little. A couple months back I had occasion to call Tony when he was looking for some info on a beautiful stag Russell barlow he owns. That phone conversation engendered a friendly relationship which has since been conducted via email and occasionally by phone.
Attempting to pin Tony down on the subject of getting on a list to have a knife made proved about as easy as squashing mercury under your thumb. (Probably only us older fellas get that one.)
Then after a few good natured emails back and forth during which I was played like a fish rising to the bait, I was ready to concede defeat. Chances were that I wasn't about to see a Tony Bose knife unless I was lucky enough to find one through a dealer.
Yet one Sunday morning my wife hands me the phone and says there's someone named Tony Bose on the phone. (There, that'll humble ya a bit, Tony, just in case your hat don't fit.
) So, he asks me if he got me riled up? I had to admit he had, all in good humored fun. He then proceeds to tell me he has one heat treated blade unaccounted for and he might be able to make me a knife. Huh? What? Well, yeah...So, in the end after a bunch of back and forth we decided (well, actually, Tony decided for me) that a 4" BackPocket in CPM 440V (S60V) would be just the ticket. Oh yeah, I can work with that, especially in stag with a federal shield, half stops...
...And that's just what arrived. In a box smelling of tobacco, inside a plastic bag which included the severed corner of a paperback book to show that just maybe this baby was sharp. (And it is, though I haven't needed the included band-aid (yet).
Now, keep in mind that it has been raining, my hands are shaking, my pulse is racing but there was no way I wasn't going to share some of my lousy shots just to give an inkling of how nice this knife is. (It exceeded my expectations, if that helps any. These pix will not do justice.)
So, here are some pix. (I'll get better ones sometime, but I sure as hell ain't letting it out of my sight to have 'em done professionally, I can tell you that.)
So there ya go...I kinda feel (almost) like I have arrived and joined some special club...
...Can you tell I'm just a llttle bit excited?
Thank you, Tony. Thanks for making a 54 year old man feel like a kid that just got away with something.
. Good things come to those who wait and the wait is over.
)
