What a wonderful, relaxing and nostalgic video to watch. As a 61 year old American, I’m reminded of my father buying me my first Boy Scout knife. It was a Camillus (like they all were then), and he showed me how to care for it and sharpen it. Same technique you’re showing here, “Son, you maintain the angle and it’s like you’re trying to shave a thin slice off the stone…” My dad was an expert in knives. Back when American knives were made of great high-carbon steel. He had old Kabar’s from his Army days, Shrade Old Timers, Case, and many other classic American knives from the 40’s, 50’s, 60’s but started to frown upon knives later than that. I asked why? “The steel is crap son.” And I remembered trying to sharpen one of my mother’s kitchen knives one time. I knew how to sharpen a knife but this one just wouldn’t get sharp. At least not as sharp as the knives I knew and owned as a kid. I asked, “What am I doing wrong, dad?” He laughed, “Nothing, it’s stainless steel. It’ll never get sharp. Here’s the rule, son. If it doesn’t rust, it won’t get sharp. Good knives rust but a man never lets his knife rust. That crap in your mother’s drawer are disposable toys. A real knife will last generations with proper care.” I learned that any good carbon steel knife being stored for a length of time (not something a kid would ever do), but should have a light coat of oil and wrapped in oil cloth. In the late 70’s, I was becoming a knife snob. I wouldn’t own or trade for a junk knife, no matter how fancy and shiny it looked. (Though I did trade my bicycle for an old Case Bowie knife once) It was worth twice as much as the bike and probably would be worth a fortune now if I still had it. Stupidly, I traded the Case for a Kawasaki motorcycle with a cracked crankcase. Burnt the engine at the dirt track. Bad trade. Among my friends in the teenage days, I was the guy who could sharpen any knife. But that wasn’t true anymore because they were buying crap stainless knives and asked if I could sharpen them? Most their new knives didn’t have a brand name but they sure were shiny. “Man, I can try to sharpen that for ya but one cut and it’ll be dull again. It’s crap stainless.” I started hoarding all my great old knives, knowing that crap steel was taking over and I’ll be the only one left on earth with real carbon steel knives. Tarnished from age, but not a spot of rust on them and sharp as a razor. Back with dad again after the 10 year long divorce from mom, we’re planning a sail around the world on his old 30’ gaff-rigged Tahiti Ketch. Looked like a pirate ship. It’s not like I didn’t see my dad this whole time, he flew me and my sister out to California from Chicago every summer. Now I graduated high school, so now we’re going sailing. (My sister was still in school so she had to stay back in Chicago with mom. But we’re coming to rescue her in a couple years) Dad’s taste in working knives had changed though. He still had his collection of the American classics, but America had sold out and they’re making crap! Even Shrade, Buck, Case, it’s all stainless crap now! “Okay dad, where do we find good knives these days.” He smiled slyly, “Europe. Germany, Sweden, France, anywhere in Europe really. They still take pride and use excellent carbon steel.” Great news. This was 1982. “Where we gonna find European blade steel in California dad?” He smiled, “We’re going to the marine flea market.” So we went there and I just followed my dad. He obviously knew what he was doing. He walked right passed the stands full of American junk and fake samurai sword stands and found this little stand with a crusty old Swedish sailor behind about 10 knives in a glass case. He made fast friends with the old Swede and they started talking sailing and the “good ole’ days”. I was 19 and just looking at the girls so I wandered off doing my own thing. An hour or so went by and I found dad in the same place, laughing and joking around with the old Swedish guy. He introduced me and the Swede handed me a knife to check out. A fixed blade with a four inch blade and a god-awful red painted handle. But, that steel. My dad pointed out the “maker’s mark” on the blade and the old Swede explained this knife maker goes back 200 plus years. The one I was holding was a newer one made in the early 1920’s. The oldest and most beautiful blade I’ve ever held in my hand. Forget the red painted handle, that can be replaced. The steel cannot. Still in pristine condition, I almost asked what the price was but my dad stopped me. He showed me a similar knife that he was holding. I looked at the old Swede and he said, “Your father is a great man. Good luck and be safe on your journey.” With that, we handed the knives back and he rolled them up in brown paper, taped the packages and handed them back to us. (My dad can speak German from his old army days stationed in Frankfurt, even though we’re full-blooded Irish) and said something in German to the old Swede. He nodded and they hugged. We left with these old Swedish boat knives. I remember asking how much he paid for them? He shook his head like, don’t ask me that again. But we were poor sailors. I think he didn’t pay anything but a good story-telling session and a connection and a hug for them. Who knows? Old people are good people. Back on the sailboat, dad and his leatherwork and rope work mastery made us some sheathes and intricate braid work on the red handles, leaving enough of the original red paint to be seen between the braiding. Out of respect for its origins. We sailed to Hawaii from San Francisco and decades later, dad died of cancer up in Canada. Now I have both our Swedish knives and just look at them from time to time. I still have my old knife collection and inherited his as well, but the two Swedish boat knives, I haven’t shown anyone. Not sure why. They’re just ours I guess. Sorry for the long story. Love your channel and subscribed. Peace and aloha to you and yours from Washington. 🤙🏼
Thanks for the heart and reading my story. Most young people won’t read my long rants but I’m glad you did. It’s your fault that I wrote this at all. Thank you my friend. 🤙🏼
@Woodstock271 Thank you very much. I enjoyed reading your comment very much. I just feel it deserves an answer that's more than a thank you. I am trying to put some words down to answer it, and I will respond properly when I'm done gathering my thoughts. Thank you sir for sharing that story with me.
@@norwegiantinkerer No need my friend. I understand there’s a language barrier here, I just wanted to write a story about my past regarding knives. I get carried away sometimes. I don’t know how any of this translates to Norwegian but it’s clear you understand most of it. It’s a father and son story about life and knives. We around the world all have a similar story so I just shared mine. Thank you for inspiring me to write mine.
I was at work earlier today and couldn't find the time to reply to your comment, but I read it during my lunch break and I really enjoyed reading it! Thank you very much for sharing those precious memories with me! It brought back some good memories with my own father. The relationship between father and son is something words cannot describe in full. In the end, the most precious we have are the memories from the past, but it's our duty to keep on making new, life lasting, memories for the next generation. Thank you very much, sir!
@@norwegiantinkerer , Thank you so much for that. I never know how my longer stories are going to be received, it just depends on what type of channel I’m telling them on. Young people especially, don’t have the attention span to read more than a few lines. But when I saw how you were slowly and meticulously working on this old American tanto blade, it reminded me of dad and I just poured my heart out. I’ve written and published a bunch of short stories based on my adventures, in local surfing and fishing magazines in Hawaii. Dad was an excellent writer and published lots of his work. “Squirrels in the Rigging” was about our sail around the South Pacific and was published in Wooden Boat Magazine decades ago. And you’re absolutely right that the relationship between father and son is hard to describe in words. So I try to write in a way that the love and friendship is implied, but not actually spoken. In actuality, he was the best friend and mentor I’ve ever had. Smartest man in the world. Since his passing, most my stories are about memories of him. And since we spent so much time alone together at sea, I have the sole luxury of being the only one left who knows them. So I need to tell them. Luckily, I have a very vivid memory of specific events and conversations with him that go way back to my early childhood. So glad to hear you had a similar relationship with your father. So many boys don’t have that. We’re lucky and special to have been born to great fathers. You’re also right that we have a responsibility to keep making these memories, as we slow down. Mine are of course less adventurous and gymnastic as they once were, but more understanding and wise than they once were. Now I can “tinker” and take my time on little projects which is very satisfying in a more subdued way. No screaming or explosions these days, and more working on tiny things while wearing reading glasses. I never thought I’d get to this point, like I’m sure you didn’t either. None of us expected to live this long, after every attempt at ending it all in the previous decades that led to this conundrum. But we’re here and it’s okay. Take care my friend from Norway, you live in a beautiful country. I’m stuck in America with a criminal moron now at the helm. Again, thanks for reading my story. That means a lot to me these days. Aloha from Washington. 🤙🏼
Hell yea 🎉 Breakin out the 120 👏👏👏 Love it 😍 So many people are scared of coarse stones. Your technique, camera shots, diff angles…all gold 👌 Thanks for tagging me in your description. I may have missed this had you not. I rarely get on social media anymore.
I have the same knife.. The Coating is also beat up.. Sheath is in better shape but still beat up..The great thing about it though. .That steel will always come back to life and sharpen up just great.. Great job on it!💯👍
Stones are the best. I’ve got 2 affordable contraptions (fixed angle) and I just get better results with the stones. And there are PLENTY of affordable bench stones and portable stones that work extremely well. DMT comes to mind and so does falkneven . Diamond stones are nice because you can use them dry with NO issues whatsoever. Stay Sharp 😉👍🏻
I agree. Diamond stones are great and they sharpen new supersteels without problems. And there's a feeling of accomplishment when sharpening on stones.👍 Thank you for watching.👊🏻
Elves were early pioneers on eBay, so it follows the woods of Scandinavia are rotten with their vintage Cold Steels that missed the target during a traditional elven knife throwing competition. Yes, elves are mall ninjas.
What a wonderful, relaxing and nostalgic video to watch.
As a 61 year old American, I’m reminded of my father buying me my first Boy Scout knife. It was a Camillus (like they all were then), and he showed me how to care for it and sharpen it. Same technique you’re showing here, “Son, you maintain the angle and it’s like you’re trying to shave a thin slice off the stone…” My dad was an expert in knives. Back when American knives were made of great high-carbon steel. He had old Kabar’s from his Army days, Shrade Old Timers, Case, and many other classic American knives from the 40’s, 50’s, 60’s but started to frown upon knives later than that. I asked why? “The steel is crap son.” And I remembered trying to sharpen one of my mother’s kitchen knives one time. I knew how to sharpen a knife but this one just wouldn’t get sharp. At least not as sharp as the knives I knew and owned as a kid. I asked, “What am I doing wrong, dad?” He laughed, “Nothing, it’s stainless steel. It’ll never get sharp. Here’s the rule, son. If it doesn’t rust, it won’t get sharp. Good knives rust but a man never lets his knife rust. That crap in your mother’s drawer are disposable toys. A real knife will last generations with proper care.”
I learned that any good carbon steel knife being stored for a length of time (not something a kid would ever do), but should have a light coat of oil and wrapped in oil cloth. In the late 70’s, I was becoming a knife snob. I wouldn’t own or trade for a junk knife, no matter how fancy and shiny it looked. (Though I did trade my bicycle for an old Case Bowie knife once) It was worth twice as much as the bike and probably would be worth a fortune now if I still had it. Stupidly, I traded the Case for a Kawasaki motorcycle with a cracked crankcase. Burnt the engine at the dirt track. Bad trade.
Among my friends in the teenage days, I was the guy who could sharpen any knife. But that wasn’t true anymore because they were buying crap stainless knives and asked if I could sharpen them? Most their new knives didn’t have a brand name but they sure were shiny. “Man, I can try to sharpen that for ya but one cut and it’ll be dull again. It’s crap stainless.”
I started hoarding all my great old knives, knowing that crap steel was taking over and I’ll be the only one left on earth with real carbon steel knives. Tarnished from age, but not a spot of rust on them and sharp as a razor.
Back with dad again after the 10 year long divorce from mom, we’re planning a sail around the world on his old 30’ gaff-rigged Tahiti Ketch. Looked like a pirate ship. It’s not like I didn’t see my dad this whole time, he flew me and my sister out to California from Chicago every summer. Now I graduated high school, so now we’re going sailing. (My sister was still in school so she had to stay back in Chicago with mom. But we’re coming to rescue her in a couple years)
Dad’s taste in working knives had changed though. He still had his collection of the American classics, but America had sold out and they’re making crap! Even Shrade, Buck, Case, it’s all stainless crap now! “Okay dad, where do we find good knives these days.”
He smiled slyly, “Europe. Germany, Sweden, France, anywhere in Europe really. They still take pride and use excellent carbon steel.”
Great news. This was 1982. “Where we gonna find European blade steel in California dad?” He smiled, “We’re going to the marine flea market.” So we went there and I just followed my dad. He obviously knew what he was doing. He walked right passed the stands full of American junk and fake samurai sword stands and found this little stand with a crusty old Swedish sailor behind about 10 knives in a glass case. He made fast friends with the old Swede and they started talking sailing and the “good ole’ days”. I was 19 and just looking at the girls so I wandered off doing my own thing. An hour or so went by and I found dad in the same place, laughing and joking around with the old Swedish guy. He introduced me and the Swede handed me a knife to check out. A fixed blade with a four inch blade and a god-awful red painted handle. But, that steel. My dad pointed out the “maker’s mark” on the blade and the old Swede explained this knife maker goes back 200 plus years. The one I was holding was a newer one made in the early 1920’s. The oldest and most beautiful blade I’ve ever held in my hand. Forget the red painted handle, that can be replaced. The steel cannot.
Still in pristine condition, I almost asked what the price was but my dad stopped me. He showed me a similar knife that he was holding. I looked at the old Swede and he said, “Your father is a great man. Good luck and be safe on your journey.” With that, we handed the knives back and he rolled them up in brown paper, taped the packages and handed them back to us. (My dad can speak German from his old army days stationed in Frankfurt, even though we’re full-blooded Irish) and said something in German to the old Swede. He nodded and they hugged.
We left with these old Swedish boat knives. I remember asking how much he paid for them? He shook his head like, don’t ask me that again. But we were poor sailors. I think he didn’t pay anything but a good story-telling session and a connection and a hug for them. Who knows? Old people are good people.
Back on the sailboat, dad and his leatherwork and rope work mastery made us some sheathes and intricate braid work on the red handles, leaving enough of the original red paint to be seen between the braiding. Out of respect for its origins.
We sailed to Hawaii from San Francisco and decades later, dad died of cancer up in Canada.
Now I have both our Swedish knives and just look at them from time to time. I still have my old knife collection and inherited his as well, but the two Swedish boat knives, I haven’t shown anyone. Not sure why. They’re just ours I guess.
Sorry for the long story. Love your channel and subscribed. Peace and aloha to you and yours from Washington. 🤙🏼
Thanks for the heart and reading my story. Most young people won’t read my long rants but I’m glad you did. It’s your fault that I wrote this at all. Thank you my friend. 🤙🏼
@Woodstock271 Thank you very much. I enjoyed reading your comment very much. I just feel it deserves an answer that's more than a thank you. I am trying to put some words down to answer it, and I will respond properly when I'm done gathering my thoughts. Thank you sir for sharing that story with me.
@@norwegiantinkerer No need my friend. I understand there’s a language barrier here, I just wanted to write a story about my past regarding knives. I get carried away sometimes. I don’t know how any of this translates to Norwegian but it’s clear you understand most of it.
It’s a father and son story about life and knives. We around the world all have a similar story so I just shared mine. Thank you for inspiring me to write mine.
I was at work earlier today and couldn't find the time to reply to your comment, but I read it during my lunch break and I really enjoyed reading it! Thank you very much for sharing those precious memories with me! It brought back some good memories with my own father. The relationship between father and son is something words cannot describe in full. In the end, the most precious we have are the memories from the past, but it's our duty to keep on making new, life lasting, memories for the next generation.
Thank you very much, sir!
@@norwegiantinkerer , Thank you so much for that. I never know how my longer stories are going to be received, it just depends on what type of channel I’m telling them on. Young people especially, don’t have the attention span to read more than a few lines. But when I saw how you were slowly and meticulously working on this old American tanto blade, it reminded me of dad and I just poured my heart out.
I’ve written and published a bunch of short stories based on my adventures, in local surfing and fishing magazines in Hawaii. Dad was an excellent writer and published lots of his work. “Squirrels in the Rigging” was about our sail around the South Pacific and was published in Wooden Boat Magazine decades ago. And you’re absolutely right that the relationship between father and son is hard to describe in words.
So I try to write in a way that the love and friendship is implied, but not actually spoken. In actuality, he was the best friend and mentor I’ve ever had. Smartest man in the world. Since his passing, most my stories are about memories of him. And since we spent so much time alone together at sea, I have the sole luxury of being the only one left who knows them. So I need to tell them. Luckily, I have a very vivid memory of specific events and conversations with him that go way back to my early childhood.
So glad to hear you had a similar relationship with your father. So many boys don’t have that. We’re lucky and special to have been born to great fathers. You’re also right that we have a responsibility to keep making these memories, as we slow down. Mine are of course less adventurous and gymnastic as they once were, but more understanding and wise than they once were. Now I can “tinker” and take my time on little projects which is very satisfying in a more subdued way. No screaming or explosions these days, and more working on tiny things while wearing reading glasses. I never thought I’d get to this point, like I’m sure you didn’t either. None of us expected to live this long, after every attempt at ending it all in the previous decades that led to this conundrum. But we’re here and it’s okay.
Take care my friend from Norway, you live in a beautiful country. I’m stuck in America with a criminal moron now at the helm.
Again, thanks for reading my story. That means a lot to me these days.
Aloha from Washington. 🤙🏼
I love the old school stamped text on it
Hell yea 🎉
Breakin out the 120 👏👏👏
Love it 😍
So many people are scared of coarse stones. Your technique, camera shots, diff angles…all gold 👌
Thanks for tagging me in your description. I may have missed this had you not. I rarely get on social media anymore.
@@Jef Thank you very much, Jef!
You've been a great inspiration to me!
Thank you for watching and commenting!
Nicely brought back from the dead! 😁👏 And good tips along the way 👌
@@sharamkh Thank you for watching, brother! 👊🏻
And thank you for taking the time to comment!💙
That rubber mat is perfect for sharpening on.
@@blacklisted4885 it keeps the water from running all over the place.👍🏻
Thank you for watching!👊🏻
Excellent job!
@@RandysWSG Thank you very much, brother.👊🏻
I have the same knife.. The Coating is also beat up.. Sheath is in better shape but still beat up..The great thing about it though. .That steel will always come back to life and sharpen up just great.. Great job on it!💯👍
Great knife!👍🏻
Thank you for watching and commenting.👊🏻
Beautiful work
@@kvernesdotten Thank you very much!👊🏻
Stones are the best. I’ve got 2 affordable contraptions (fixed angle) and I just get better results with the stones. And there are PLENTY of affordable bench stones and portable stones that work extremely well. DMT comes to mind and so does falkneven . Diamond stones are nice because you can use them dry with NO issues whatsoever.
Stay Sharp 😉👍🏻
I agree. Diamond stones are great and they sharpen new supersteels without problems. And there's a feeling of accomplishment when sharpening on stones.👍 Thank you for watching.👊🏻
Elves were early pioneers on eBay, so it follows the woods of Scandinavia are rotten with their vintage Cold Steels that missed the target during a traditional elven knife throwing competition. Yes, elves are mall ninjas.
Love it!😂
Thank you for watching, brother!👊🏻
I have a GI Tanto that I reprofiled into a drop point, one of my oldest knives I think
@@DylanDraper1 That's a very cool knife! Mod it and make it your own!👍
Thank you for watching.👊🏻