Posts for: KTJohnson
Mar 6, 2024 15:50:15 #
Excellent set (except that last one is a little blown out)!
Proof that an old school DSLR still works fine. Nice job!
Proof that an old school DSLR still works fine. Nice job!
Mar 6, 2024 14:30:38 #
My view - Sierras
Mar 6, 2024 14:27:22 #
Horseart wrote:
Interesting and beautiful. I have a butcher knife my dad made from a broken saw blade and the handle from a broken brick. I should post it here. Stays sharp but I have to clean it and dry it well as soon as I use it because it tends to get a little rust if you leave a speck of water on it.
Feel free to post it here.
Mar 6, 2024 11:35:28 #
Curmudgeon wrote:
KT where do you keep finding these things?
Many of these are from an annual car show in St. Ignace, Michigan, a town just north of the Mackinac Bridge in the Upper Peninsula. I've only been to this show once, but it was huge. Cars were cruising back and forth all day, then in the evening they close off one lane and the cars go by in single file in a parade (good for side shots and separation).
This one was shot just before sundown, that low angle of the sun really highlighted some of those paint jobs.
https://stignace.com/event/annual-st-ignace-car-show-weekend/
Mar 6, 2024 11:26:23 #
Mar 5, 2024 16:34:33 #
lukevaliant wrote:
78?
Sorry, I was way off. 2004-2008. Don't know where those first numbers came from.
Mar 5, 2024 14:26:38 #
Well, my grandfather was born in Norway, so maybe there’s some kind of Scandinavian tradition to this.
Mar 5, 2024 11:39:09 #
My previous post brought up the subject of knives. I've always been fascinated by them since I was a little kid, perhaps that's why my grandfather gave some of his to me instead of some of his other grandkids.
Pictured below is one in which he made the blade out of an old file ground down. I have no idea where he got the handle. If he told me, I've forgotten that part. The name is no one in our family that I know of. This one is really quite ornate.
Pictured below is one in which he made the blade out of an old file ground down. I have no idea where he got the handle. If he told me, I've forgotten that part. The name is no one in our family that I know of. This one is really quite ornate.
Mar 5, 2024 11:18:29 #
Delderby wrote:
Whilst talking knives, attached is pic of a knife I recently acquired (swapped for an old camera).
Hand forged and engraved with a leather sheath. Don't know what I'd use it for, but I think it's a beautiful object.
20 cm blade, 32cm overall. A collectors item?
Hand forged and engraved with a leather sheath. Don't know what I'd use it for, but I think it's a beautiful object.
20 cm blade, 32cm overall. A collectors item?
Very nice.
Mar 5, 2024 09:00:14 #
Mar 4, 2024 16:59:31 #
[quote=Barre]A much simpler way to find your knife would be to just go out and buy a new one. Your old one would have shown up shortly afterwards. That's the way things work. [8^)[/quote]
Like many others on here, I HAD another knife (I even pictured it, the yellow one). It's just that the one I lost was my favorite and the one I always carried. I was given several through the years by both of my grandfathers, and my parents bought me one (which I still have) when I was a little kid, very similar to the Old Timer.
I was also gifted a Swiss Army Knife by my Father-in-law, but that one is just too big to carry all the time.
Like many others on here, I HAD another knife (I even pictured it, the yellow one). It's just that the one I lost was my favorite and the one I always carried. I was given several through the years by both of my grandfathers, and my parents bought me one (which I still have) when I was a little kid, very similar to the Old Timer.
I was also gifted a Swiss Army Knife by my Father-in-law, but that one is just too big to carry all the time.
Mar 4, 2024 10:08:48 #
Mar 3, 2024 15:47:31 #
God & an Old Timer Knife
Cool & true story, please read. Sunday, March 3rd, 2024
Last summer I took down a long section of barbed wire fence on our property. Later on I noticed that I was missing a small pocket knife that I always carry. It’s very small, closed it comes in at 2 ¾ inch. I liked it because it did almost all the jobs I needed it to do and it didn’t take up much room in my pocket.
I looked all around the house and in all our chairs – nothing. Then, I figured I might have lost it while kneeling down and unhooking all the strands of barbed wire from the T-posts.
After I had taken the fence down I mowed the grass and weeds short along the stretch where the fence had been. So, I went out and looked back and forth along that section several times finding nothing.
That section is along the edge of our property on the perimeter that I always walk with our dogs. Every time I walk them I go slow along there looking down, back and forth searching for the knife.
Today I did the same thing because the snow is gone, the grass is tamped down from the winter’s snow and hasn’t started to grow yet. I got about ¾ of the way through that area and stopped. Again, nothing. This time, I started to pray. I talk with God a lot but I had never actually taken the time to mention the knife. So I prayed something like this, “Lord, I know that little knife is pretty insignificant, but I really liked it, and if I lost it in this area, please help me to find it.” Simple, short.
I opened my eyes, took two steps, looked down and there it was off to my left about two feet away. It was rusted and open with the small blade out. Coincidence? I don’t think so!
Picture one is the fenceline.
Two is the Old Timer knife.
Three is it after cleaning it off.
Four is the Old Timer compared to the other one my grandfather had given me, yellow and though still small, it takes up a lot more room in my pocket.
Moral of the story – Always ask for God’s help FIRST, no matter how insignificant you think the problem might be.
Cool & true story, please read. Sunday, March 3rd, 2024
Last summer I took down a long section of barbed wire fence on our property. Later on I noticed that I was missing a small pocket knife that I always carry. It’s very small, closed it comes in at 2 ¾ inch. I liked it because it did almost all the jobs I needed it to do and it didn’t take up much room in my pocket.
I looked all around the house and in all our chairs – nothing. Then, I figured I might have lost it while kneeling down and unhooking all the strands of barbed wire from the T-posts.
After I had taken the fence down I mowed the grass and weeds short along the stretch where the fence had been. So, I went out and looked back and forth along that section several times finding nothing.
That section is along the edge of our property on the perimeter that I always walk with our dogs. Every time I walk them I go slow along there looking down, back and forth searching for the knife.
Today I did the same thing because the snow is gone, the grass is tamped down from the winter’s snow and hasn’t started to grow yet. I got about ¾ of the way through that area and stopped. Again, nothing. This time, I started to pray. I talk with God a lot but I had never actually taken the time to mention the knife. So I prayed something like this, “Lord, I know that little knife is pretty insignificant, but I really liked it, and if I lost it in this area, please help me to find it.” Simple, short.
I opened my eyes, took two steps, looked down and there it was off to my left about two feet away. It was rusted and open with the small blade out. Coincidence? I don’t think so!
Picture one is the fenceline.
Two is the Old Timer knife.
Three is it after cleaning it off.
Four is the Old Timer compared to the other one my grandfather had given me, yellow and though still small, it takes up a lot more room in my pocket.
Moral of the story – Always ask for God’s help FIRST, no matter how insignificant you think the problem might be.
Mar 3, 2024 15:43:37 #
God & an Old Timer Knife
Cool & true story, please read. Sunday, March 3rd, 2024
Last summer I took down a long section of barbed wire fence on our property. Later on I noticed that I was missing a small pocket knife that I always carry. It’s very small, closed it comes in at 2 ¾ inch. I liked it because it did almost all the jobs I needed it to do and it didn’t take up much room in my pocket.
I looked all around the house and in all our chairs – nothing. Then, I figured I might have lost it while kneeling down and unhooking all the strands of barbed wire from the T-posts.
After I had taken the fence down I mowed the grass and weeds short along the stretch where the fence had been. So, I went out and looked back and forth along that section several times finding nothing.
That section is along the edge of our property on the perimeter that I always walk with our dogs. Every time I walk them I go slow along there looking down, back and forth searching for the knife.
Today I did the same thing because the snow is gone, the grass is tamped down from the winter’s snow and hasn’t started to grow yet. I got about ¾ of the way through that area and stopped. Again, nothing. This time, I started to pray. I talk with God a lot but I had never actually taken the time to mention the knife. So I prayed something like this, “Lord, I know that little knife is pretty insignificant, but I really liked it, and if I lost it in this area, please help me to find it.” Simple, short.
I opened my eyes, took two steps, looked down and there it was off to my left about two feet away. It was rusted and open with the small blade out. Coincidence? I don’t think so!
Picture one is the fenceline.
Two is the Old Timer knife.
Three is it after cleaning it off.
Four is the Old Timer compared to the other one my grandfather had given me, yellow and though still small, it takes up a lot more room in my pocket.
Moral of the story – Always ask for God’s help FIRST, no matter how insignificant you think the problem might be.
Cool & true story, please read. Sunday, March 3rd, 2024
Last summer I took down a long section of barbed wire fence on our property. Later on I noticed that I was missing a small pocket knife that I always carry. It’s very small, closed it comes in at 2 ¾ inch. I liked it because it did almost all the jobs I needed it to do and it didn’t take up much room in my pocket.
I looked all around the house and in all our chairs – nothing. Then, I figured I might have lost it while kneeling down and unhooking all the strands of barbed wire from the T-posts.
After I had taken the fence down I mowed the grass and weeds short along the stretch where the fence had been. So, I went out and looked back and forth along that section several times finding nothing.
That section is along the edge of our property on the perimeter that I always walk with our dogs. Every time I walk them I go slow along there looking down, back and forth searching for the knife.
Today I did the same thing because the snow is gone, the grass is tamped down from the winter’s snow and hasn’t started to grow yet. I got about ¾ of the way through that area and stopped. Again, nothing. This time, I started to pray. I talk with God a lot but I had never actually taken the time to mention the knife. So I prayed something like this, “Lord, I know that little knife is pretty insignificant, but I really liked it, and if I lost it in this area, please help me to find it.” Simple, short.
I opened my eyes, took two steps, looked down and there it was off to my left about two feet away. It was rusted and open with the small blade out. Coincidence? I don’t think so!
Picture one is the fenceline.
Two is the Old Timer knife.
Three is it after cleaning it off.
Four is the Old Timer compared to the other one my grandfather had given me, yellow and though still small, it takes up a lot more room in my pocket.
Moral of the story – Always ask for God’s help FIRST, no matter how insignificant you think the problem might be.
Mar 3, 2024 11:18:04 #
