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Christy knife. 15857

Global Moderator Just Bananas Posts: 67,934
Re: Christy knife.
« Reply #540 on: June 24, 2021, 03:09:45 AM »
Got this Christy in today. Appears to never been used or sharpened.

That slip is super nice :o The knife isn't too shabby either :drool: :like:

:nanadance:       :nanadance:
Absolutely No Life Club Posts: 8,845
Re: Christy knife.
« Reply #541 on: June 24, 2021, 06:16:48 PM »
The Traveler is back in stock!     :ahhh.     :D

What? Enablers! Are you serrrrious? Where? I dont see any.
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Global Moderator Just Bananas Posts: 67,934
Re: Christy knife.
« Reply #542 on: June 24, 2021, 07:06:13 PM »
 :woohoo: :woohoo: :woohoo:
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Re: Christy knife.
« Reply #543 on: June 24, 2021, 09:11:59 PM »
The Traveler is back in stock!     :ahhh.     :D

Not for long, I bet...

 :facepalm:

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Re: Christy knife.
« Reply #544 on: June 25, 2021, 02:30:37 AM »
Got this Christy in today. Appears to never been used or sharpened.

Nice find David! :like: :tu: :tu:
Global Moderator Just Bananas Posts: 67,934
Re: Christy knife.
« Reply #545 on: June 27, 2021, 11:17:47 PM »


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Re: Christy knife.
« Reply #546 on: June 27, 2021, 11:34:01 PM »
 8) pic Poncho!

What? Enablers! Are you serrrrious? Where? I dont see any.
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Absolutely No Life Club Posts: 8,845
Re: Christy knife.
« Reply #547 on: June 27, 2021, 11:35:46 PM »
Traveler

What? Enablers! Are you serrrrious? Where? I dont see any.
Hold Fast
Global Moderator Just Bananas Posts: 67,934
Re: Christy knife.
« Reply #548 on: June 28, 2021, 01:59:51 AM »
Thanks David :hatsoff: and likewise buddy :cheers: :like:
Zombie Apprentice Posts: 10,226
Re: Christy knife.
« Reply #549 on: June 30, 2021, 03:25:12 PM »
Zombie Apprentice Posts: 10,226
Re: Christy knife.
« Reply #550 on: June 30, 2021, 03:25:38 PM »
Global Moderator Just Bananas Posts: 67,934
Re: Christy knife.
« Reply #551 on: June 30, 2021, 04:00:33 PM »
Thanks VMAN :hatsoff:
No Life Club Posts: 1,548
Re: Christy knife.
« Reply #552 on: June 30, 2021, 10:52:46 PM »
Reunited with my Christy!

Now back in Georgetown Texas, it was a long trip of 3 weeks to Mission Viejo California. When I left, I was semi taking part in the pocket rocket challenge in the SAK sub forum, and left the Christy home in the spirit of the challenge. Wow, you don't Rea;ize how used to some convenience you get. Being so used to the Christy, every time I had to open some package while in California, I missed the Christy. The ease, the convenience, the sheer effectiveness of the thing. Yes, I used the ever loving dog poo out of my 58mm classic, and it did most of what I needed. But I missed the easy one hand operation of the Christy, and the whole 'panache' of the thing.

Challenge over, Im now back to my everyday combo of Leatherman squirt and Christy knife. The sun is still rising I the east, my dog still seems to love me, and all seems right with the world.

Don't get too serious, just enough will do.
Absolutely No Life Club Posts: 8,845
Re: Christy knife.
« Reply #553 on: July 01, 2021, 12:20:34 AM »
Glad you made it home and got your trusty Christy in your pocket again.

What? Enablers! Are you serrrrious? Where? I dont see any.
Hold Fast
Absolutely No Life Club Posts: 8,845
Re: Christy knife.
« Reply #554 on: July 02, 2021, 12:37:49 AM »
Found it interesting that on the outside of the box it says Sport Knife and on the inside it says Standard Model.    :think:      :D

What? Enablers! Are you serrrrious? Where? I dont see any.
Hold Fast
No Life Club Posts: 1,548
Re: Christy knife.
« Reply #555 on: July 02, 2021, 01:51:46 AM »
Found it interesting that on the outside of the box it says Sport Knife and on the inside it says Standard Model.    :think:      :D

That is very interesting. In that early era, I didn't think Christy had more than one model.

Hal, are you around to enlighten us? :dunno:

Don't get too serious, just enough will do.
Global Moderator Just Bananas Posts: 67,934
Re: Christy knife.
« Reply #556 on: July 03, 2021, 04:58:15 PM »
Very cool, David :o :like:
Global Moderator Just Bananas Posts: 67,934
Re: Christy knife.
« Reply #557 on: July 03, 2021, 04:58:48 PM »


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Re: Christy knife.
« Reply #558 on: July 03, 2021, 05:15:57 PM »
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Dang it, poncho, thats a great looking Christy!!!! :o

I think its the gold accents that do it. But its still begging for a black paracord lanyard. I'm picturing it in my mind; a 'tactical' Christy! :D

Don't get too serious, just enough will do.
Global Moderator Just Bananas Posts: 67,934
Re: Christy knife.
« Reply #559 on: July 03, 2021, 05:20:47 PM »
Thanks cbl :hatsoff:

I know it would look awesome with a lanyard :dd: but so far the split ring makes it easier to use :D
Zombie Apprentice Posts: 10,226
Re: Christy knife.
« Reply #560 on: July 04, 2021, 04:14:42 PM »
Found it interesting that on the outside of the box it says Sport Knife and on the inside it says Standard Model.    :think:      :D

Nice pics David! :like: :tu: :tu:
Zombie Apprentice Posts: 10,226
Re: Christy knife.
« Reply #561 on: July 04, 2021, 04:15:22 PM »
Global Moderator Just Bananas Posts: 67,934
Re: Christy knife.
« Reply #562 on: July 05, 2021, 03:05:06 AM »
Thanks VMAN :hatsoff:
No Life Club Posts: 1,548
Re: Christy knife.
« Reply #563 on: July 10, 2021, 12:13:54 AM »
A Christy Knife tale.
---------------------------------

He wasn't anything special, just a inconspicous man in a grey suit. He got lost in a crowd almost instantly, both because he was so non-descript, and compact of stature. No more than 5' 7" in hight, and medium build, he was just one more Washington D.C. commuter on the trolly car.

And that was but one of his talents.

It was discovered early in his schooling, he was a natural mimic. When tought grade school French by a teacher who was from the northern coast of France, he spoke French with a strong Breton accent. In high school he learned German from a man who grew up in Berlin, so he had a Berliner accent. The young man had a talent of blending in anywhere.

When World War 2 broke out, he went and served his country in one of the intellegence outfits that set up shop in a large mannor house outside London. After the war, his agency moved to downtown Washinton D.C. Even though having a wife and two kids, he made many trips the other side of the iron curtain, retrieving or helping out a younger agent that was under his office. Becoming a section chief in the mid 50's did not quell his taste for a little adventure now and then.

One day at a party, someone took out a little pocket knife that got his attention. In that time and era, pocket knives were of a most conventional type, as was produced by companies like Case, Queen, Schrade, and Camillus to name just a few. This one was very different.

The grey man watched as the party guest slid out the little blade from the handle to open a package of paper plates for the hostess, then neatly slid the blade back into the frame handle. The government man asked what it was, and the next day did his homework.

After examining a few of them, he turned one over to his training officer who had a little gym in the basement of the building for refresher training. A grizzeled ex-first sargent, the trainer figured out the advantages of such a small knife. It was small enough to be totally concealed in the hand, and even small enough that the blade could be slid opened while still in a trouser pocket. Yet so small and innocent looking they could go through customs and checkpoints with no notice. 50 of them were ordered for the outfit, and the ex-paratrooper designed a training program centered around major motor tendons and arteries.

Once, a young agent asked why they were wasting time on such a small thing. The training officer walked over and stood in front of the young man.

"Have you ever seen a porcupine, son?" he asked.

"No sir, just in pictures."

"Would you grab one?" the training officer asked.

"Of course not, I don't want a quill through my hand!"

"Well son, we're teaching you to be like that porcupine, and hurt whoever grabs you so you can run like hell. This little knife can be a very distracting thing if you pay attention here, and learn to use it. Otherwise, you just may end up down some basement getting your fingernails manicured with a pair of pliers. UNDERSTAND?"

"Yes sir!" replied young Mr. Cosgrove.

Two years later, in 1957, young Mr. Cosgrove was on the wrong side of the checkpoint with an important slip of paper wrapped around the filler of his ball point pen. He was trying to cross back over, but checking his tail twice, he saw the same man in the black trench coat. A state security man. "Oh God," he thought, "Why do they all wear the same black coats, do they think we're that dumb?"

He took a turn down an alley, and walking slowly he could hear footsteps behind him. His right hand moved to his pants pocket. It was early evening and the alley was in deep shadow.

"Halt! Stay right there, do not move!" came the command.

Slowly Cosgrove turned around, and the man in the black coat was advancing on him. Large, football player build, confident smirk on his lips.

"Good, you like alleys, so we have a quiet place I can ask you some questions." the security man said. As he spoke his right hand slid into his coat pocket, and Cosgrove could see the bulge of a gun muzzle under the material, and Cosgrove felt the butterflys of fear in his stomach.

"Give me your papers now!" demanded the security man, "We must find out who you are, and why you're here."

"I..I'm a buyer for a wood products company," Cosgrove stuttered, seemingly terrified, " I haven't done anything against the law."

Cosgrove had taken off his hat, and seeming nervous wiped his brow with his left hand holding the hat. Then suddenly flicked the hat off to the left and the man in the black coat, for just an instant glanced that way, then relizing his mistake turned his attention back to cosgrove. It was too late.

Cosgrove had lashed out with the open Christy knife, catching the security man just under the angle of his jaw, and slashing down at an angle. The injured man staggered back against the wall of the alley, holding his slashed throat, blood spurting out between clutching fingers. Desperatly, he tried to pull out the .32 Walther from his coat pocket, but didn't seem to have any strength suddenly. Slowly, he slid down the wall to a seated position, eyes loosing focus, then toppling over to the dirty pavement.

Cosgrove ran like hell.

Making his way to the other end of the alley, he lost no time getting to the check point. He made it through, and was just walking away to safty in the west, the undulating sirens came wailing with black sedans pulling up at the check point, closing it down. Now on the other side, Cosgrove kept walking.

Much later, after passing on the information that had almost cost his life, he sat in a booth at a quiet bar, sipping a cold beer, and looking at the now cleaned up little knife in his hand. It again seemed so insignificant. So small. The he thought of the tall training officer.

"I'll never under estimate little things again." he thought.


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The above is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to persons living or dead is a coincidence.

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Re: Christy knife.
« Reply #564 on: July 10, 2021, 01:08:29 AM »
A Christy Knife tale.
---------------------------------

He wasn't anything special, just a inconspicous man in a grey suit. He got lost in a crowd almost instantly, both because he was so non-descript, and compact of stature. No more than 5' 7" in hight, and medium build, he was just one more Washington D.C. commuter on the trolly car.

And that was but one of his talents.

It was discovered early in his schooling, he was a natural mimic. When tought grade school French by a teacher who was from the northern coast of France, he spoke French with a strong Breton accent. In high school he learned German from a man who grew up in Berlin, so he had a Berliner accent. The young man had a talent of blending in anywhere.

When World War 2 broke out, he went and served his country in one of the intellegence outfits that set up shop in a large mannor house outside London. After the war, his agency moved to downtown Washinton D.C. Even though having a wife and two kids, he made many trips the other side of the iron curtain, retrieving or helping out a younger agent that was under his office. Becoming a section chief in the mid 50's did not quell his taste for a little adventure now and then.

One day at a party, someone took out a little pocket knife that got his attention. In that time and era, pocket knives were of a most conventional type, as was produced by companies like Case, Queen, Schrade, and Camillus to name just a few. This one was very different.

The grey man watched as the party guest slid out the little blade from the handle to open a package of paper plates for the hostess, then neatly slid the blade back into the frame handle. The government man asked what it was, and the next day did his homework.

After examining a few of them, he turned one over to his training officer who had a little gym in the basement of the building for refresher training. A grizzeled ex-first sargent, the trainer figured out the advantages of such a small knife. It was small enough to be totally concealed in the hand, and even small enough that the blade could be slid opened while still in a trouser pocket. Yet so small and innocent looking they could go through customs and checkpoints with no notice. 50 of them were ordered for the outfit, and the ex-paratrooper designed a training program centered around major motor tendons and arteries.

Once, a young agent asked why they were wasting time on such a small thing. The training officer walked over and stood in front of the young man.

"Have you ever seen a porcupine, son?" he asked.

"No sir, just in pictures."

"Would you grab one?" the training officer asked.

"Of course not, I don't want a quill through my hand!"

"Well son, we're teaching you to be like that porcupine, and hurt whoever grabs you so you can run like hell. This little knife can be a very distracting thing if you pay attention here, and learn to use it. Otherwise, you just may end up down some basement getting your fingernails manicured with a pair of pliers. UNDERSTAND?"

"Yes sir!" replied young Mr. Cosgrove.

Two years later, in 1957, young Mr. Cosgrove was on the wrong side of the checkpoint with an important slip of paper wrapped around the filler of his ball point pen. He was trying to cross back over, but checking his tail twice, he saw the same man in the black trench coat. A state security man. "Oh God," he thought, "Why do they all wear the same black coats, do they think we're that dumb?"

He took a turn down an alley, and walking slowly he could hear footsteps behind him. His right hand moved to his pants pocket. It was early evening and the alley was in deep shadow.

"Halt! Stay right there, do not move!" came the command.

Slowly Cosgrove turned around, and the man in the black coat was advancing on him. Large, football player build, confident smirk on his lips.

"Good, you like alleys, so we have a quiet place I can ask you some questions." the security man said. As he spoke his right hand slid into his coat pocket, and Cosgrove could see the bulge of a gun muzzle under the material, and Cosgrove felt the butterflys of fear in his stomach.

"Give me your papers now!" demanded the security man, "We must find out who you are, and why you're here."

"I..I'm a buyer for a wood products company," Cosgrove stuttered, seemingly terrified, " I haven't done anything against the law."

Cosgrove had taken off his hat, and seeming nervous wiped his brow with his left hand holding the hat. Then suddenly flicked the hat off to the left and the man in the black coat, for just an instant glanced that way, then relizing his mistake turned his attention back to cosgrove. It was too late.

Cosgrove had lashed out with the open Christy knife, catching the security man just under the angle of his jaw, and slashing down at an angle. The injured man staggered back against the wall of the alley, holding his slashed throat, blood spurting out between clutching fingers. Desperatly, he tried to pull out the .32 Walther from his coat pocket, but didn't seem to have any strength suddenly. Slowly, he slid down the wall to a seated position, eyes loosing focus, then toppling over to the dirty pavement.

Cosgrove ran like hell.

Making his way to the other end of the alley, he lost no time getting to the check point. He made it through, and was just walking away to safty in the west, the undulating sirens came wailing with black sedans pulling up at the check point, closing it down. Now on the other side, Cosgrove kept walking.

Much later, after passing on the information that had almost cost his life, he sat in a booth at a quiet bar, sipping a cold beer, and looking at the now cleaned up little knife in his hand. It again seemed so insignificant. So small. The he thought of the tall training officer.

"I'll never under estimate little things again." he thought.


-----------------------------------------------------------------------

The above is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to persons living or dead is a coincidence.
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Global Moderator Just Bananas Posts: 67,934
Re: Christy knife.
« Reply #565 on: July 10, 2021, 02:14:53 AM »
Wow :o cool spy story  :ahhh :like:
No Life Club Posts: 3,612
Re: Christy knife.
« Reply #566 on: July 10, 2021, 02:21:36 AM »
Fantastic cbl51 like a John LeCarre novel :hatsoff:
Absolutely No Life Club Posts: 8,845
Re: Christy knife.
« Reply #567 on: July 10, 2021, 02:25:00 AM »
Excellent story!      :tu:

What? Enablers! Are you serrrrious? Where? I dont see any.
Hold Fast
Absolute Zombie Club Posts: 20,894 Oxygen and magnesium toghether?! OMg!
Re: Christy knife.
« Reply #568 on: July 10, 2021, 02:59:28 PM »
I can't wait to find this Cosgrove. I'll look him in the way and say:
"Hello. My name is Inigo Montoya-Schmidt. You killed my father. Prepare to die!"

 :duel:

________________________________
It is just a matter of time before they add the word “Syndrome” after my last name.

I don't have OCD, I have OCDEFGHIJKLMNOPQRSTUVWXYZ.

Eff the ineffable, scrut the inscrutable.

IYCRTYSWTMTFOT

No Life Club Posts: 2,066
Re: Christy knife.
« Reply #569 on: July 10, 2021, 05:00:02 PM »
I can't wait to find this Cosgrove. I'll look him in the way and say:
"Hello. My name is Inigo Montoya-Schmidt. You killed my father. Prepare to die!"

 :duel:
ROFL

 

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