ebay items for sale
Bid now, make me some dollars – excess from the collection:
1. Texas Jack knife.
2. Black Case Russlock.
3. Peachseed Russlock.
4. Bare Headed Trapper.
5. Stag Russlock.
6. Big Stag Trapper [?>.
Nota Bene: all proceeds from sales go to the credit card that pays for the server.
More rain? Sure. A wicked thunderstorm blew though last night when I was working on that stuff for ebay. Just going to see how that goes. Can’t be all bad, at least I get to unload some collectible knives I have no hope of ever sticking in my pocket. I mean, the reason I started collecting the damn things in the first place was to make sure I had a pocket knife that would get through airport security – back then, it wasn’t a problem. These days? Forget it. I don’t even go to the airport to pick up a friend with anything like that in my pocket.
I was amused, at one point, and this has already run in a recent scope, so I can repeat myself, but I was amazed when I was in California, a few years ago. Even some of the most tame [read: “tiny”> pocketknives were considered an “illegal [or was it concealed> weapon.” Not on me, man. Not going there. So I collected a few, found stuff that I liked, and stuck with what worked for me.
See: in Texas, it used to be, a guy could carry a hunting knife onboard a plane. No big deal. We’ve got hunting knives the size of Roman Infantry swords, and some of those knives aren’t considered dangerous.
“This little pigsticker? I use it for whittlin’. Ain’t no harm.” Yeah, bubba.
One of the pocket knives I carry these days has a clip on the back of it, supposedly for clipping into your pocket. What I’ve found is that it makes an ideal money clip so I can carry a little chump change when I’m out walking. Best of all, that one pocketknife? It’s waterproof, near as I can tell.
Part of the usual trail was closed Monday afternoon, flooded out, as portions of the river that runs through town is “all swole up” [swollen to capacity> and even more so as floodgates upstream from here are opened up to allow for the excess run-off. I’ve watched as the velocity of the river seems to be like a real river instead of the usual “holding tank” it more frequently resembles. Brave souls are still fishing, but the water’s level is a few inches above that point where it should be. This series of pictures is now all at a point under a few inches of runoff water. All those cool rock art structures are washed away. Such is the nature of true art – ephemeral, subject to the whims of the environment and taste. In that case, it was Shoal Creek.
Unrelated: new picture index [probably not suitable for narrow bandwidth>.