Just a few weeks ago I was a happy, tranquilized, former biker, whittling away through life with a full size 2-Stage Ruger/CRKT collaborative. Simple design, durable as a sledge hammer. I loved the design, but it was a bit too long in the pocket.
I said to myself, "Myself, you're a knife salesman, you can buy any blade in the world!"
I then bought a pair of compact 2-Stage collaboratives, 3.5 inch blades, 4.0 inch handles. I figured I'd sell the good one and fix the bad one.
Then Chuck types (in the open forum), "Take pictures, we love pictures..."
It was too late, I had already taped, inked and started repair work on the bad one.
Bad? It would be easier to find a straight edge on Jayne Mansfield than on this knife! This was supposed to be my knife
--stone sharpened, maybe 100,000 grit, in my mind I could already feel that perfect kirinaga edge the first time I "tickled the dragon."
Now because of Chuck, I had to polish it. After contacting several blacksmiths in the area (one was a real nice guy out on Huber Law named Burt), they all shrugged and said something like, "Smile and file."
So after three days, this 34 dollar knife has 380 dollars worth of labor and polish into it. This time I got smart, I didn't keep records and polished only when the wife was out shopping...