A Boy and his first Pocketknife.

My seven year old great grandson Ross was in the woods. He needed a sharp stick to impale his hot dog supper and broil it over the fire. Lucky for him he had been declared to be responsible enough to have a pocket knife. He had just been given his very first pocket knife by his grand dad. Now for sharpening a stick!

That was a job well done. I bet that Ross had a great supper.

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