Fresh springs have decidedly improved the trigger and spiffy rosewood has made the grip perfect on my retired old snub. I am really tempted to just go back to toting the J-frame and leaving everything else in the safe.
My mother recently came by the house to let me know that she found some of my old Cub Scout stuff and placed these on the counter:
The Victorinox Pocket Pal with Cub Scout emblem was my very first knife. It was taken by my mother after I closed it on my thumb while horsing around and she just found it while looking through some old boxes. She was sure to give me a lecture about knife safety before leaving. Fifteen years later…
The SAK was replaced by a Camillus made Boy Scout knife. It had been lost long ago and she just found it in a damp crate of old campground cookware. I must have set it down prepping my supper on a trip and someone else packed it away. It looks like I can save it just fine.
And, last but not least, the little Buck 305 Lancer that was a trusted companion for years that she found in a couch she was tossing, tucked in a drawer to give back to me, forgot about, and just re-discovered.
Vulcan smiles upon me.
*Except maybe blue bone, but Case doesn’t offer chrome vanadium blades with blue bone scales. Hint hint, Case.