Probably not what dad gave me. Dad and I were out in the car with him making industrial sales calls and me just staying in the car glad to be out of the house. We were at the sugar beet factory when the shop foreman caught one of the colored guys making what I think is called an "Arkansas toothpick" out of a file, took it away and gave it to dad. That knife is (yup, I still have it) a double sided 11" long dagger. Dad got it a sheath easily 2" too long, so wearing it on my belt as a child the thing hung down somewhere around my kneecap. I couldn't wear it at school, but I think I wore it most other places.


My other auto is a .45

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