Some time back I was going down the highway (which I do reluctantly with great regularity) and I clicked on a familiar shape on the road. I turned around and circled back, stopped, jumped out, and retrieved the treasure. All the while being harangued that I was going to be run over and that we were likely all going to die due to my reckless behavior. No matter I had it, and now it was mine. Some hapless fool had, no doubt, left it on his bumper and driven off. He has been wondering ever since where his knife is. It had been on the highway for some time by appearances.
We didn't die and when I got home I went to work. After liberal application of a little elbow grease I had this.
And after adding a chunk of Texas Mountain Laurel, I had another good utility knife for the camp box.
Alan
