brianksain
06-11-2008, 21:05
Father's Day Story:
Dad had one of the first Buck 110 folders to come out. He kept it shaving sharp and could skin a squirrel faster than anyone I have ever seen.
But he didn't like the sharp edges of the handle scales. He thought the knife too thick for pocket carry and didn't like the way it rubbed holes in his Levis; so he thinned it down and rounded the edges off on his belt sander.
Had a leather lanyard hanging out of his pocket so he could access it quick.
He worked as a process operator at a petro-chemical refinery and counted many dull hours away sharpening that knife and practicing getting it out of his pocket.
Wore the blade down thin from sharpening, using it.
We had family in El Cajon, California at the time and that was where the Buck factory was back then.
On a vacation visit, Dad went over and they put a brand new blade in for him.
Dad, my little brother (9yoa) and I later went down to La Jolla Beach.
Beautiful place. Seals resting on the rocks after swimming down from Alaska. Girls everywhere. (I was 15)
There is a large waterbreak/sea wall there and my brother and several other small kids were mimicking the seals sounds and just being kids. Not many seals in Texas.
I was down a ways ... heading back to my brother while gawking at the California cuties.
Some Berkley looking guy in a trench coat (in July) was close to the kids and told them to "Shut up and leave the seals alone, as they were tired from swimming".
The kids ignored him and kept on as little kids will do.
I noticed Dad started easing that way when assface told the kids to shut up.
Well, this cat walks up and grabs my brother by the nape of the neck and picks him up ... bad move.
He says " I told you to shut up and leave those seals alone"
He then set my little brother down (not so gently) and turned to walk away. When he did so, he turned around on the point of that shaving sharp Buck 110.
Dad had it out before the guy turned around and under his chin so fast the movement was barely visible.
My Dad's face was stone cold. I had never seen that look before ... nor have I seen it since.
Dad had this strange look on his face and he slowly leaned his head from side to side, staring right through the guy ... maniacal ... but with absolutely no emotion ... like he was deciding where to start.
You could see this guy's pulse in his throat.
After a few seconds, Dad lifted the guy's chin straight up with the point of the knife right on the point of the guy's jawline.
Then he told the guy.
"Mister if you touch my kid again ... I am going to cut you into little pieces and feed you to those goddamned seals"
Then he pushed the guy away with the point of the knife, leaving the knife pointed in the guy's face and a decent scratch on his neck as he did so.
The guy sprinted away.
Dad said "Let's go see what else we can get into kids" ... like it never even happened.
My Dad was killed two weeks ago in a car crash.
He fell asleep at the wheel coming home from seeing some friends, left the roadway, hit a tree and his car flipped upside down into the bayou and he drowned.
He's with my Mom now.
He died the way he lived. Over 200 Harleys at his funeral.
The Buck 110 is in my curio cabinet.
Godspeed Pop.
I miss you terribly.
Dad had one of the first Buck 110 folders to come out. He kept it shaving sharp and could skin a squirrel faster than anyone I have ever seen.
But he didn't like the sharp edges of the handle scales. He thought the knife too thick for pocket carry and didn't like the way it rubbed holes in his Levis; so he thinned it down and rounded the edges off on his belt sander.
Had a leather lanyard hanging out of his pocket so he could access it quick.
He worked as a process operator at a petro-chemical refinery and counted many dull hours away sharpening that knife and practicing getting it out of his pocket.
Wore the blade down thin from sharpening, using it.
We had family in El Cajon, California at the time and that was where the Buck factory was back then.
On a vacation visit, Dad went over and they put a brand new blade in for him.
Dad, my little brother (9yoa) and I later went down to La Jolla Beach.
Beautiful place. Seals resting on the rocks after swimming down from Alaska. Girls everywhere. (I was 15)
There is a large waterbreak/sea wall there and my brother and several other small kids were mimicking the seals sounds and just being kids. Not many seals in Texas.
I was down a ways ... heading back to my brother while gawking at the California cuties.
Some Berkley looking guy in a trench coat (in July) was close to the kids and told them to "Shut up and leave the seals alone, as they were tired from swimming".
The kids ignored him and kept on as little kids will do.
I noticed Dad started easing that way when assface told the kids to shut up.
Well, this cat walks up and grabs my brother by the nape of the neck and picks him up ... bad move.
He says " I told you to shut up and leave those seals alone"
He then set my little brother down (not so gently) and turned to walk away. When he did so, he turned around on the point of that shaving sharp Buck 110.
Dad had it out before the guy turned around and under his chin so fast the movement was barely visible.
My Dad's face was stone cold. I had never seen that look before ... nor have I seen it since.
Dad had this strange look on his face and he slowly leaned his head from side to side, staring right through the guy ... maniacal ... but with absolutely no emotion ... like he was deciding where to start.
You could see this guy's pulse in his throat.
After a few seconds, Dad lifted the guy's chin straight up with the point of the knife right on the point of the guy's jawline.
Then he told the guy.
"Mister if you touch my kid again ... I am going to cut you into little pieces and feed you to those goddamned seals"
Then he pushed the guy away with the point of the knife, leaving the knife pointed in the guy's face and a decent scratch on his neck as he did so.
The guy sprinted away.
Dad said "Let's go see what else we can get into kids" ... like it never even happened.
My Dad was killed two weeks ago in a car crash.
He fell asleep at the wheel coming home from seeing some friends, left the roadway, hit a tree and his car flipped upside down into the bayou and he drowned.
He's with my Mom now.
He died the way he lived. Over 200 Harleys at his funeral.
The Buck 110 is in my curio cabinet.
Godspeed Pop.
I miss you terribly.