A Farm Toolbox: the pocket knife

 

Pocket knives

Pocket knives

Of all the items in our farm toolbox my pocket knife gets the most use. Just this morning it has been used to cut the twine off of a round bale of hay, sharpen a pencil and cut umbilical tape for sutures for a ewe’s prolapsed uterus. And it is not even noon.

Now one can’t claim that a pocket knife is solely the domain of farmers. But a knife, kept in good condition is in constant use. I’m frequently surprised by how many men and women do not carry a pocket knife. Even off the farm it seems someone is always looking for or needing a knife. It has been my habit since a child to always have a good quality pocket knife. For most of my teenage years it was a Buck knife with three blades. The steel of the blade was and still is hard to sharpen. I don’t know enough of metallurgy to know the why.

Regardless, that Buck knife is practically indestructible. I lost it in the pig paddock about ten years ago while we were castrating piglets. There it wintered and summered for a few years before another pig turned it up out of the muck. The rust was easily scoured off of the stainless steel. And it is still functional and still hard to sharpen.

My go to knife has a four-inch folding blade made by Le Theirs, a beautiful French pocket knife with a boxwood handle. The blade is honed on both sides and easily holds a sharp edge. The French seem to have a real knack for functional and beautiful pocketknives.

Cindy carries a small three blade “Yellow Jacket” made by Camillus. It was made in the last year before they moved production from the US to China. And I carry a beautiful small Yukon model with a bone handle made by Tennessee’s knifesmith Colonel Littleton on nicer occasions.

Form, function and beauty, that seems to be a common element of our farm toolbox. Most of the commonly used tools, with some exceptions, have all three elements in either their design or use. Like the person whose beauty is not apparent on first meeting, a good tool sometime reveals its beauty through prolonged use and acquaintance.

The Junk Drawer

As a kid I always had a fascination with the junk drawer in the kitchen. Every house has one, a drawer containing the detritus of a family’s life. Ours contained a snakebite kit and French cuff links, leaking batteries and shoelaces, among other items. I’d pull the drawer out and sift through the collected family trash for hours. Where did that rattlesnake rattle come from…?

My junk drawer at my desk contains the accumulations of at least 30 years—an archeology of moods, fads, interests and confusions, the contents of which still fascinates me today.
1. My passport: moustache, glasses and curly hair hanging down past my shoulders … issue date 1989.
2. Four rubber stamps. Two for my old bookstore, The Printer’s Mark.
One seldom used “Paid” ink stamp and a WSA stamp from a left-wing labor group when I served as the national treasurer for a couple of years.
3. Three decks of playing cards. The first has the Confederate battle flag emblazoned on the cover. The second has George Jones smiling out on each card. The third has artificially enhanced women gracing each suit. I can’t say what that says about me except there they are in the back of the drawer.
4. Pocket Guides to the identification of first editions and points of issue.
5. The quotable Churchill: “He is a sheep in sheep’s clothing.”
6. A notebook of scribbled aphorisms: “The siren call of thinking you have something to say.” Hmm?
7. A weather radio, lozenges, three pairs of sunglasses and my old Buck knife.
8. Photos of my nephew Gavin’s birthday party.
9. A tin of McBaren’s tobacco, a Peterson pipe, a tamper, a cigar case, a full tin of Panther cigars, a rolling machine and something called a one-hitter.
10. Judas Priest, Scorpions and Iron Maiden concert pins.
11. Large, loose horse teeth.
12. Art gum and pencils.
13. A compass.
14. My original bookplate, which Cindy designed for a long ago Christmas present.
15. The business card Cindy used for her Border collie training business.
16. Goose leg bands and a duck call.
17. A telescope sighting scope and extra lenses.
18. A pewter pipe tamper designed by Ben Franklin with a somewhat naughty theme.
19. A Minnie ball.
20. Leather buttons to an old overcoat long devoured by generations of East Tennessee moths.
21. Numerous worry stones, nails, combs, and pens and a lighter.
22. And, of course, leaking batteries and the same snakebite kit.