I just sold most of my collection; found a collector who owned an antique store and sold most of my oldest knives and sheaths, my bamboo rods and old fly reels, a bunch of re-enacting garb and an 1800's .36 Ohio halfstock boy's rifle. Mama parted with her fanciest capote and buckskin dress, some mocs and beadwork and foofaraw--stuff we hadn't worn for years; some for decades. Kept stuff that had been gifted to us; notably a John L Kemp knife that shows its Randall relationship, a couple of bowies that were customs (I made the checkered rosewood scales for the copy of the sandbar blade; a blacksmith friend did the steel), and, of course, several of my Russell Green River working hunters and skinners. We could still outfit for a short rondyvoo; kept our working frontstuffers and throwing hawks & knives. Got several K for the stuff, and find the display spaces have drifted full again, just with less exotic paraphenalia. Still got the itch to pick up a coupla knives for users, and there's still one exotic that I hid when we were gonna be gone fer a month that I can't find now, but the stuff I collected for the show and tell lectures is gone and mostly forgotten. Dang schoolkids'll hafta larn about it elsewhere.
mind yer topknots!
windy