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by Jethro Lilley
on 7/16/2011
Hunter's Pal #45471
I bought this knife new in 1974 and it has been a faithful friend ever since. It came with serrations on the tang end of the blade, a feature I did not like as deer facia seemed to stick to them and they have since been sharpened to ignominous remnants;however, this knife is the finest belt knife I have ever used, and over the years I have used dozens of other brands. Once I have sharpened it, I can skin, gut, and bone at least a half-dozen deer without a touch-up.
This knife has been my go-to knife for 37 years, has cleaned hundreds of deer, and is good for at least a thousand more. It is the only knife I have that can skin 5 beavers without a touch-up, and an otter cannot faze it. Sadly, the sheath is wearing out (the brass nub for the strap fell out yesterday, 7/15/2011,) but this Hunter's Pal is still as good as a new one. I think I'll touch it back up tonight.
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by Robert P. Collins
on 8/22/2010
Hunters Pal (116397)
I purchased a Hunters Pal in Germany in 1976. At that time I was an avid hunter and trapper. The size of this knife along with overall design and blade shape is awesome. I have cleaned small game, furbearers and large game up to deer size and have never found this knife wanting for anything in anyway. I still love to use and handle this knife. To me it epitomizes beauty, simplicty, form and functionality. Thank You!
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by Barry Jones
on 12/14/2009
Hunters Pal
I just looked up the manufacture date for my Hunter's Pal and it was 1970 which corresponds to my memory as a 12 year old (born 1958). I wandered off into the golf world for many years but returned to the hunting/fishing world about 15 years ago. Upon my return I had learned how to sharpen a knife and boy is this one a doosie. Even hog hairs don't dull it.
Dad is gone now (he gave it to me) but I think of him every time I pull it from the sheath. My son or daughter (she's a real sport..game hunting, bird hunting and fly fishing) both have their eyes on it. But, as Moses said: only when they pry my cold dead hands from it.
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