One of the few things I brought back from Tennessee after my Grandfather’s funeral was one of his draw knives and a couple of wood planes. I even brought them back as carry on baggage on the plane, the last time I was on one, back in 1999.
Yes, pre 9/11, I refuse to get on an airplane now.
They X-rayed my baggage and before they did I told the guy it was going to be an interesting conversation as soon as he saw this stuff in there. I explained to him that they were the only Keepsakes I could really take with me after my Grandfathers death. This was in Nashville, he was an older Black man and he thought it was really cool that those were the things I picked to take. After that I sailed on through to boarding.
I bet if you asked anyone under forty these days they wouldn’t even know what a draw knife is or what it was used for.
This one is razor sharp and whoever is using it knows their stuff.