One thing polishers have problems with is "when to stop." I've spent days chasing whisker marks before I put the knife away. Of course, the first day I used it again I found a new mark...
I really thought I had it beat this time. I just needed a knife for my gray jean vest. Something for wet boxes or Rueben Sandwiches at Doolittles. I went through my inventory until I found a knife so far away from my standards that I thought to myself, "Myself, no one can fix this blade not even Rob Babcock
So I got out the shaping stones, the rags, the paste, the whole magilla. I was going to build myself a pocketknife that I could use, fold, and put away without a care--until today.
My wife had to work all day, and the little boy dog is still frightened to be alone. Right now he's watching the front door. I had stocked up with the basics--Subways, Medjool Dates, and VitaRain vitamin water.
But I get bored easily, and sure enough I saw a small glint on the tanto edge of my "beater" knife. A flaw.
But that's what Shiroi Kotaku San (her name) was built for. However, out came the polish and glass.
Now the tip is perfect--and I have an appointment with my shrink on March 8th, no kidding...