My cousins were a bunch of young country boys running around the hills with knives in their pockets. The kind with the bone handle. I never knew if it was real or plastic. That was the 70s, but I’m sure there are still plenty of kids doing the same today. It wasn’t a weapon, just a handy tool to have on you. I wasn’t gifted one because I was a girl (times change), but I found my own treasure one day on a hike when I found an old knife very similar to this. I think it was a knock off, but who cares. It was a good day.
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