Fifty years ago my Grandpa Dutch gifted me my first ever hunting knife. He had made it himself from a blade off the silage chopper on our dairy farm. Ten minutes later he walked over and told me had changed his mind and wanted it back.
In shock, I slowly handed it back - after which he smiled and said he'd sell it to me for a dime saying: "I figger you give a man a knife you could end up gettin' cut with it."
