One of the great things about vintage knives are the stories often associated with them. One of the stories I remember from my grandpa revolved around a knife he had and a knife that had always captured my imagination.
During the second world war my grandfather, a chemical weapons and armament specialist on B17ís, was in a bar with some friends. At the bar was a group of Black Watch, (Scottish infantry). They were being boastful of their exploitations and one particularly fierce looking member was bragging about how much action his knife had seen. He claimed no-one could beat him in a fight, more importantly no one could take his knife from him.
My grandfather joined in their conversation and started talking to the guy and proceeded to buy rounds of drinks. More stories were told and more drinks were consumed and when my grandfather deemed the soldier sufficiently inebriated he lifted the knife and left the bar. A few days later my grandfather went to return the knife and the the soldier told my grandpa he had taken the knife fair and square and it was his too keep.
My grandfather used the knife through the rest of his service and when he returned back to the states kept it in pristine condition. It is now in my fatherís possession , still kept as pristine and sharp as ever. It is still one of my favorite knives to look at and hold, although not a kitchen knife, still reminds me of some of the stories that can be associated with vintage knives.