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Cleaning up my gun room today and ran across a box of tanned elephant hide scraps from two gun cases I had made. Not enough to make boots but one could do knife scabbards etc. from the bigger pieces. Dyed a blue gray. First "I'll take it" gets 'em. I'll let you know what shipping runs and I'll trust you to drop a check in the mail to cover after I send the package off... On the plains of hesitation lie the bleached bones of ten thousand, who on the dawn of victory lay down their weary heads resting, and there resting, died. If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue, Or walk with Kings - nor lose the common touch... Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it, And - which is more - you'll be a Man, my son! - Rudyard Kipling Life grows grim without senseless indulgence. | ||
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I'll take it. Thanks,and safe hunting hunting, | |||
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Russell, Emory will put that leather to good use. He makes some nice Damascus steel knives. Mike | |||
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Perfect... they're yours Emory. PM me your address. On the plains of hesitation lie the bleached bones of ten thousand, who on the dawn of victory lay down their weary heads resting, and there resting, died. If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue, Or walk with Kings - nor lose the common touch... Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it, And - which is more - you'll be a Man, my son! - Rudyard Kipling Life grows grim without senseless indulgence. | |||
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Come to think of it... I will be in the Woodlands for my grandson's first birthday this weekend. I could drop it off somewhere if that works... On the plains of hesitation lie the bleached bones of ten thousand, who on the dawn of victory lay down their weary heads resting, and there resting, died. If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue, Or walk with Kings - nor lose the common touch... Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it, And - which is more - you'll be a Man, my son! - Rudyard Kipling Life grows grim without senseless indulgence. | |||
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Stopping by on the way could easily work as we're only a few minutes off 59 before you reach the 45 intersection on to the woodlands. Rest stop and cup of coffee, etc. PM pending... | |||
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What a fine fellow Emory is... we have a mutual friend in Victoria so we arranged for me to drop the leather off there and he would pick it up when he headed this way. This morning I get a call from Jamie that Emory had left a small gift for me. When I got there I was stunned to be presented a beautiful Damascus fixed blade hunting knife with sheath. World class work... what a nice gesture for something I expected nothing for except to be put to good use. Thank you for your generosity Emory, the knife will travel with me to Tanzania in September! On the plains of hesitation lie the bleached bones of ten thousand, who on the dawn of victory lay down their weary heads resting, and there resting, died. If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue, Or walk with Kings - nor lose the common touch... Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it, And - which is more - you'll be a Man, my son! - Rudyard Kipling Life grows grim without senseless indulgence. | |||
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congratulations to both!! the hides could not have gone to a better gentleman, than Mr. Emory. Ask me how I know ![]() ![]() | |||
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Here is a picture of the three knives he did for me. The handles were cut from Elk antler, one that I shot back in 2017. Check out the leather sheathes... | |||
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Beautiful work... and heirloom quality. On the plains of hesitation lie the bleached bones of ten thousand, who on the dawn of victory lay down their weary heads resting, and there resting, died. If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue, Or walk with Kings - nor lose the common touch... Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it, And - which is more - you'll be a Man, my son! - Rudyard Kipling Life grows grim without senseless indulgence. | |||
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