A few sharp ideas for smart sportsmen
MAINELY OUTDOORS
I can’t honestly remember my age when I got my first jackknife, probably 8 to 10 years old. It was a bulky, multi-tool “Scout” model that was all the fad in the 1950s and ’60s. It was a birthday present, and I’m pretty sure I cut myself within the first week. Since that time I’ve seldom spent a day without a small, sharp folding knife in my back pocket, work or play.







