Knife Comments by Bruce Voyles

I hate motorcyles

2010-10-05T08:20:00.000-07:00

I hate motorcycles.

I didn’t always hate them. This hate has evolved over the years.

Some of it is frustration in knowing I would be a poor motorcycle rider. Only recently I came to the epiphany that the reason I would be a poor motorcycle rider was evidenced by the way I rode a bicycle in my youth. I was skinned up all the time from bicycle accidents. I do not think that a slowed down reaction time and an additional 50 miles an hours of speed, plus the physics of a a few hundred pounds of weight in momentum on which I have straddled will make me any safer than I was in my pre-teens on that old Murry bicycle.

A friend of my Dad’s was my first ride on a bike. In the sidecar of an old, big Indian cycle. I wanted one of my own after that, but it was years before that lust revived.

When the small Honda’s came out, I yearned for one. “Little Honda” by the Hondells was my favorite song. I sang it in a school talent contest. I devoured the Honda catalogs. I begged, I pleaded, my parents even indulged me in a visit to a motorcycle shop. But they put the motorcycle in the same class as a pony. Something I didn’t need. I didn’t understand the logic at the time. A pony and a motorcycle were the only two things my parents ever denied me. They were so much wiser than I gave them credit for at the time.

The evolution of my hate for motorcycles began with Claude Postell. He was the drummer in my first band. When the band broke up, he traded his drums for a Honda 90.

Before the summer was over he was riding it on a gravel road, without a helmet, and rode into a tree. He survived. He made medical history for the repair job on some of his internal organs. And for months he was in the hospital with a broken neck.

I visited him in the hospital. He had bolts in the top of his head, connected to weights, and he was strapped into a horizontal apparatus that was turned periodically so he was either looking face up or face down. The doctors placed a huge amount of wire in his neck to hold his head without endangering his spine. And he walked again, stiffly.

In my teens our local hero was a Vietnam vet who returned home after being wounded several times. The bikes everyone rode then were Honda 300s. One friend took me riding with him on one and that made the desire for a bike of my own even worse.

My cousin bought a bigger bike, a 650cc Triumph, and his Dad got on it, revved it up, popped the clutch, and was thrown through a fence and hospitalized. It didn’t register on me at the time.

And the local hero? After surviving a war, he was riding a trail bike in the mountains, flipped it, and was paralyzed from the waist down. It took a lot of steam out of my desire for a motorcycle, and that desire went dormant.

In a later band, the new drummer and the rhythm guitar player each had 300cc Hondas.

After practice on a sunny Saturday, we decided to go to Blue Ridge to the jewelry store that stocked an array of amps and guitars. I rode in the pickup with the bass player, and the other two rode their bikes rather than ride in the back of the truck. On the return trip, the bass player pulled his truck to pass the rhythm guitar player who was riding on his Honda. When were alongside he looked over an gave us a silly grin (he was called Smiley because of his habit of doing that), trying to be funny. As he did he didn’t realize that the road took a steep curve right there, and he went straight, down the embankment, into a barbed wire fence.

We left the bike where it lay, loaded him on the bed of the pickup, and drove him to the hospital. He had only broken his foot.

That ended most of my desire for a motorcycle. But when a lot of my fellow middle aged friends started buying Harleys, I gave it some thought. It became a social outlet.

I considered buying one, forgetting all the lessons I had witnessed in my past.

A couple in our Sunday School class had a pair of bikes. The school-teacher wife rode her own. We talked about it after chuch once. Shortly after we talked, they were at a four-way stop, waited their turn, and when that turn came they pulled into the center of the intersection, and an old lady in a Crown Vic didn’t see them and ran over top of the teacher and her bike and killed her.

I lost my desire to own a motorcycle. I gave up. But there was still a lesson or two to learn.

One of my knife trading buddies, who was very knowledgeable about a large variety of things, commented that the insurance probability tables that if you rode a motorcycle that you would file a claim at some point—was 100%. If you had not had an accident, that mean some other poor guy had had two accidents. It was something to consider.

During a lunch with Paul Basch and another knife dealer I heard them compare their biker stories. Paul had ridden with the Hell’s Angels near Los Angeles. He stopped riding and sold his bike shortly after turning 40.
“Why?” I asked.

“I knew my reaction time was slowing, and I was tired of going to so many funerals.”

The other dealer, who had also been a biker who had ridden with the Pagans in New York at one time, said he had gotten off his two wheeler about the same time—for the same reason.

“What about these 45-year-olds buying Harley’s now for the first time?” I asked.

Paul looked at me solemnly, “There are an accident that has already happened, just looking for a place for it to happen.”

Shortly after that knife dealer Jim Sargent was bringing his new bike home from the dealership, with his daughter following in her car, and he crashed it in front of her. He didn’t restore the crashed bike. Jim’s pre-knife business career was he had been a pilot of helicopters and small planes for a large government agency. If anyone had the reactions to ride a motorcycle it should have been him.

That was enough for me. I wasn’t even going to be a passenger on a motorcycle.

A couple of years ago I was asked to accompany Bob Neal to Dan Winkler’s place in Blowing Rock, NC. Bob was going to buy Dan’s Harley and trailer. So Debbie and I went along.

As we drove I now had a missionary zeal of the evils of motorcycles. And I debated the subject with Bob much of the way there. I cited the instances you’re just read about. His response was, “I used to race motorcycles. I know what I’m doing.”

We hung out at Dan’s for the evening, and the next morning Dan and Bob hooked the trailer up to Bob’s vehicle, and we left, taking a side trip to go by Blue Ridge Knives to look at a knife collection Tommy Clark had recently purchased.

Tommy saw the motorcycle and advised Bob, “You need to get rid of that thing right now.” Tommy then went on to related how he had broken his foot on a motorcycle years before, and how recently he had flipped a friend’s bike off an embankment, into some trees, and how now, after extensive medical treatment, he would never be able to fully extend his left arm again. “And I never owned a motorcycle of my own,” Tommy said.

A month or so after that trip Bob called. He’d been in intensive care after a motorcycle crash. “Well I hope you learned your lesson,” I preached, “and now you’ll get rid of that thing.”

“I’m getting it fixed,” Bob said.

“Then you’re crazy,” I told him.

Bob did get the bike fixed, rode it for a couple of years, and a few months ago sold it and bought a new Harley-Davidson Electra Glide.

He was on it when he crashed into a Dodge Ram truck a few weeks ago. He lost his leg at the scene. In the following days has been on a ventilator, developed sepsis, caught pneumonia, and hung on. He came off the ventilator, but was talking nonsense. They did some tests. A few days ago a CT scan revealed fluid on one side of his head, so they drilled to relieve the pressure.

And a day or so later his heart gave out. That day was last night.

I hate motorcycles.

Where were you on Sept. 11, 9 years ago?

2010-09-11T05:06:00.001-07:00

Where were you on September 11, nine years ago today?

I was in Myrtle Beach on vacation. The night before we had all watched the 11 p.m. news out of Florence, S. C. because the anchorwoman there was the step-daughter of a South Carolina knifemaker.

I had met her earlier at the New York Custom Knife Show. Among the drab, dressed-down, dark-clad New Yorkers here came this vivacious cute Southern girl in a bright red dress. It was a striking comparison.

Dave Culpepper was guiding a group of friends, makers and their families around New York, through the South Street Seaport, and some other sites, and as we were seated the cute girl in the red dress was across the table from me. I discovered she was studying communications at Clemson, and as was my field, we enjoyed a nice conversation, and continued chatting as we followed Dave around New York that evening.

After that night I would usually ask the knifemaker’s wife how her daughter was doing, and from her I learned her daughter had graduated, gotten a job, and advanced her career until she was an anchorwoman in Florence, S. C.

So on Sept. 10 I was able to watch her on the 11 p.m. news.

It was still on that station the next morning. I walked into the room a few moments after the newsfeed started showing the smoke coming from the first tower.

I remember remarking, “That’s no accident, I’ve read too many Tom Clancy books to not know that this is some kind of attack.”

I was still watching when the second plane hit the building—and never left that room except to be sure we all topped off our auto gas tanks, just in case.

And as I sat there I recalled to everyone in the room about that long ago night in New York. I recalled about a night when after the close of the New York Custom Knife Show, how Ronnie Gaston, Russell Easler, Tom Clark, Joe Prince and his family, including his stepdaughter Nichole, and I has followed Dave to a place he knew would impress us.

And it did. As I watched those burning buildings on TV I recalled the night Dave had led us—to the observation deck—of the World Trade Center.

New York Insanity

2010-06-28T18:43:00.001-07:00

The New York City District Attorney did an undercover sting on Home Depot and several other retailers charging them with selling switchblades and gravity knives. One report is they consider a knife you pinch between your fingers by the blade and sling the handle down to be a gravity knife.

The retail chains coughed up a total of 1.9 million dollars to escape prosecution, turned over what knives they had in stock, and promised never to sell such knives in New York again. Evil knives like: Benchmade, Kershaw, Spyderco, Smith & Wesson, to name a few.

They are also funding a $900,000 "knife awareness" campaign.

A large chunk of that money will go to other counties in New York State who sign on to go after knives too.

Is this bribery? A shakedown? Both?

Several companies have stated they will no longer ship any lockback knives into New York State.

The DA said they were also going into Phase II of his shakedown and going after out of state sellers who shipped these "illegal" knives (by his definition), into NYC.

So as much as I hate to say it, if you live in New York state, we will be unable to ship such knives to you. If you live in New York your solution to this madness is to vote them out, work for their opponents, and get someone in there that has respect for a citizen's rights and the United States Constitution.

Flyer beware

2010-04-06T15:44:00.000-07:00

Traveling for a knife person is pure hell these days.

First it's finding a time you can get there, then the price, then you now have to limit your bag weight to 50 pounds, and on top of that if you go over 50 lbs, they want to charge you $50.00 more in addition to the 35 bucks they grab from you for checking a single bag.

I have a CPAP machine I have to fly with, which requires a hard shell suitcase.

So while going to the Austin show and to stop by the Beckett Dallas headquarters (where the ad sales department of Knives Illustrated is located), I packed three days worth of clothes. That with the cpap and the suitcase? 49.5 pounds.

I carried on my laptop, camera, and a few important items.

At the Houston airport, I have reserved a rental car, special rate, $39.00 a day. I buy their insurance because when I checked on my policy my insurance only covers their car if my primary vehicle on which I have collision is parked at home. Then I check in, get the bill and I'm paying $99 a day.

The difference? Per the attendant the Houston airport (BUSH), means a car rented on airport property is subject to a 55% tax.

Had I known that and taken a cab to a rental site off the airport grounds, I would have saved most of that tax.

Live and learn. .

The Original Bowie Knife

2010-03-30T13:09:00.000-07:00

I received a call from a very excited new knife enthusiast--and he wanted an appraisal. No, I said that wrong, he wanted a FREE appraisal.

He didn't have a knife, he wasn't a knife collector, he had found me on the internet, and a friend of his had found his knife, and it was OLD! And he needed to know what it was worth. It was old and had initials on the tang.

"What kind of handles does it have?" I asked.

"Old."

"Are they stag?" I asked.

"What is stag?" he said, "I don't know what that is."

"Deer Antler."

"Oh yeah, I guess so," he said.

He went on to give me the length, and then he threw in the kicker, "It says on the blade, 'Original Bowie Knife". At that point I described to him what a typical German bowie from the 60's through the modern day looks like.

He was disappointed when I told him I was referring to the late 1960's, not the 1860's, and that alas he had not discovered ole Jim Bowie's original knife.

However it was unusual that he wanted to argue the point. I counted 10, and then politely said, "Sorry, but this is not an Antiques Roadshow moment."

It seemed to hit him all at once. "Ohhhh," he said in a soft voice.

As I hung up the phone I just shook my head. "All part of paying dues," I told the friend sitting in my office, "after over 30 years I'm still paying them."

And that one question, about a knife marked "The Original Bowie Knife", does happen just as frequently as it did when I started in knives. Roughly six or seven times a year I have to ruin someone's day by telling them the truth about their German Bowie.

What go me started doing knife auctions.

2010-02-09T19:14:00.000-08:00

It's hard to believe that we are in the middle of our 50th knife auction, closing Feb. 23. Now that doesn't include the live auctions we've done in Pigeon Forge, Sevierville, Nashville, Atlanta, Dallas, and here in Chattanooga. It doesn't include the Flash Auctions that we've just started.

I might mention here how I started doing auctions. It was back in the days when I still owned Blade Magazine, traded knives on the side, sold knives on Shop at Home Television network. I got a call from a lady who said she wanted to sell her husband's knife collection, and would I be interested in looking at it, and of course I said yes.

"How would you like to make arrangements for me to see it?" I asked.

"I'm at a motel here in Chattanooga, come see them in the morning."

I agreed, she met me at the check in desk in the small lobby of the Day's Inn that contained only one chair on the public side. She led me out to a large new yellow Caddy, opened the trunk -- and there spread out in the trunk was a couple of hundred knives. Some good, some bad, a lot of used things.

On each knife was a 1" square of masking tape with a number written on it in marker.

"How much do you want for them?" I asked.

"What's on them," she said. I gasped. If that was indeed the price (and it was), every knife in that car truck was about 40% above what anyone could ever hope to pay.

"How'd you determine these prices," I asked.

"A couple of my husband's friend's came over and priced them before I left," she said.

She was from Houston, and she had decided to sell her husband's knives, so with the knives priced she had taken her husband's roledex and had set out up the highway to sell knives. I was on the roledex.

I don't know if the husband's friends were trying to price them so high that it would be impossible for her to sell them, or they were just trying to make her feel good about her husband's judgement in buy knives, but the reality was the knives were vastly overpriced.

She did have four Winterbottom bone Queen trappers in the original box, and they were priced at $45.00, which is about what they were bringing at the time. I did have in my mind that I at least wouldn't go home empty handed, and vintage knives in the box in mint condition are worth holding on to and letting the price catch up even if one is paying top dollar.

"I will take these at your price," I said.

She huffed, "All or nothing."

I told her that I didn't think I could buy the knives and make it worthwhile, but I did wish her luck. I asked her if she was going back to Texas.

"No." She said, "I'm going toward Florida, and I am going to spend 10 more days on this trip or until I sell the knives. I'll go back home out I-10."

I excused myself, and as I drove back to my office I said to myself that there had to be a better way than the options left to that lady, driving for days across the country, staying in not-to-good parts of town in a new Caddy. And the saddest thing of all was even if she sold the knives at the price marked, after traveling on the road for two weeks she wouldn't have any money left.

I determined to find a better way for a widow to sell her knives.

I was still worrying on the subject when I opened my mail, read an article in an antique magazine how the fishing lure business had taken off when a collector started fishing lure auctions, and by doing so allowed collectors to see an established real-market price on lures. And with that knowledge available, vintage lures had jumped 40% in a couple of years.

I don't think that article was before my eyes by accident, and I took the hint. Within a few weeks I was en route to Missouri to attend the Missouri Auction School, called the Harvard of Auction Schools.

That was over 50 catalog auctions ago.

Auctions

2010-02-04T13:10:00.000-08:00

Our third Flash auction is up for bids and bidding ends Monday.

On Tuesday evening we will be posting information on our 50th auction, and the catalog will have been mailed by that time.

One of the problems we've had is the mailing service addresses the catalog envelopes directly. We were to pick them up today--and their power is out. Thus the printer is backed up, and by the time we pick up the catalogs, bring them to the regional post office distribution center (the best way to mail, we've discovered), we will have lost a couple of day.

The road to our printer used to take an hour and a half drive. But a mountain slid down on the road in late Dec. and the clearing of the road does not get finished until April. Which means the drive is now a 3 hour drive one way.

Coming Soon

2010-02-02T10:38:00.000-08:00

A Flash Auction in a few days.

Our 50th Catalog auction on Feb. 23ed.

And I have a Knives Illustrated deadline right in the middle of it, with the biggest story we do all year, that of the SHOT Show.

I guess it is better than being bored!

SHOT SHOW and other things

2010-01-31T05:18:00.000-08:00

Just returned from the Shooting, Hunting, & Outdoor Trade Show, or SHOT Show. This is the one with all the debut patterns for the knife industry in the coming year.

For Knives Illustrated this is the largest article we will do all year (25 plus pages), so the work on pulling four days worth of interviews, press kits, photos, CD's, flash drives, and observation is consuming a lot of time.

The SHOT show began when the gun and knife boys at the old National Sporting Goods Association show (NSGA) were crowded out of the prime locations with the takeover of the show (in space, and prime locations) by the expanding athletic shoe market. Through the 70's our people found us shoved off to the lesser locations by the dollars of the shoe boys. With four years of bad weather th e breaking point came and the gun industry and those related to it formed the SHOT show.

It is interesting to note how history seems to be beginning to repeat itself. The SHOT show sectioned itself off a few years ago, with sections for firearms, clothing and fabric (camouflage), and law enforcement (which had been limited at one point and only as a adjunct room in recent years). But the core, the essence of the SHOT show remained: guns, knives, and outdoor gear.

As George Satayana said, "Those who do not remember history are condemned to repeat it".

Or as my old mentor Jim Parker said, "Always dance with the girl you came in with."

At this year's SHOT show, the guns were behind huge booths like Mossy Oak camouflage fabric and clothing. The law enforcement/tactical things, once severely restricted by SHOT, were now on the main floor.

And the knives? All the companies that have been a core of the SHOT show? Down in the basement, with a low ceiling that caused at least one exhibitor to not attend as he could not erect his 2 story booth.

One could count on one hand the number of knife exhibitors on the main floor. Everyone else had been crowded out by the newcomer camouflage clothing and law enforcement/tactical.

I didn't stop to see if some of the camo manufacturers and law enforcement/tactical booths offered their own versions of footwear.

Legislation

2009-07-21T14:56:00.000-07:00

You can find out what happened in the legislation from a variety of sources.

For me it started in the pit at the Blade Show, just after the Blade Show banquet, when I ended up sitting beside Rod Bremer, owner of Columbia River Knife and Tool, and he explained that in some of the reorganization of Customs (now combined with Border Security under the Dept. of Homeland Security), a review was made of the ruling that allowed assisted opening knives. I also I heard it was more of a review under a new person rather than any kind of edict passed down from the current administration, but the again we never know if the unnamed bureaucrat that made that decision didn't decide it might be time to curry some favor.

So this unnamed bureaucrat decided by his personal opinion that assisted openers were covered under the Switchblade Act of 1958, and were therefore illegal. Of course to do that Customs/Border Protection also had to back up and withdraw the four previous rulings and the letters giving that permission. (Makes one wonder which time were they wrong?--as they had to be one of the two options).

Time table was the letters were issued on May 25. Blade show was the following weeks, so the bigger boys, with the most to lose, pitched some serious money into the kitty, AKTI and Knife Rights stirred up the troops for the mailing protest, legal counsel was retained, and an appeal was made for the extension of the 30 day comment period.

According to the Washington Times in their report about the ban, the extension is usually a common courtesy. Not thing time. Customs dug in their heels, and unofficial word came back that they were willing to go to the wall with it, since the case would be decided in a New York based court.

The ruling that backed up this decision was 63 pages, and is available to read from links at KnifeRights.org and some other sites. What was most alarming was some of their consideration was quoting New York State law as the basis for the ruling--while totally ignoring the Oregon vs. Delgado decision that banned the Switchblade Law in that state.

I called my congressman, senators, and got two call backs. Meanwhile through AKTI the cutlery industry shakers and movers hired some Washington based consultants and things started to roll. A protest letter was sent to the head of Homeland Security signed by 80 US Congressmen. My congressman said he'd not received the letter, then said he was going to sign it, and then they called back to tell me that the letter had been sent on without his signature. So perhaps if you're in Tennessee you could suggested how your vote should go for Zack Wamp (who is planning a run for Governor I'm told).

Along the way others realized the assault this was on our freedoms, not the least of which was the National Rifle Association and the Safari Club. I was told by a knife buyer at the Kenner, LA gun show that a National Sheriffs Association had protested the ban as well.

What we heard back from Customs Border Protection? Nothing.

I am a little in shock why my own country, in this economy, would be doing things to put more people out of work. But no one ever said reason and sense came out of Washington.

The big change came when eight US Senators (naturally with some help) drafted an amendment to the Senate Approiations Bill that would amend the 1958 Switchblade Act and specifically exempt one hand opening knives and assisted opening knives from the law. It passed the senate (and there are some Democrat sponsors of this bill as well as Republicans), and it is now in committee.

Most of the industry has given a sigh of relief.

Not me. A lot of good things die in committee. We are not out of the woods until that change is added, voted on, and signed. So it is still possible we could be in the soup. The ban was supposed to go into effect July 21, which is now folks, and no one has any notification that the ban is NOT going into effect. So the only thing we do know for certain is that at this moment assisted opening knives are banned from import until further notice.

As knife collectors I would caution you with one other thing. No matter how this thing plays out we have made the knife community very visible to Customs Border Security---and along with that Immigration and Customs Enforcement. I predict that at some point in the near future someone somewhere is going to be facing some serious legal problems over automatics.

Case in point. Spyderco was bringing in a spring for the clasp on their bali-song knife. Everything else was US made. However, Customs has ruled that when you hold one end of a Bali-song and let the handle fall, that exposure of the blade means the knife is "open", and is therefore a switchblade. (I was an expert witness in that case on behalf of Taylor Cutlery).

Based on this ruling the folks at Spyderco opened their door one day to a dozen or so ICE officers, fully decked out in helmets, flack vests, and automatic weapons. They hearded everyone into the Spyderco conference room where the occupants were held under guard for nearly four hours while the factory was searched for the offending spring. Once found, Spyderco was cited, and fined a very large amount of money.

So does anyone want "test case" beside their name?

Knife Shows and Knife & Gun Shows

2009-05-18T09:03:00.000-07:00

The weekend following a trip to Texas to seen the grandson I was thumbing through a gun magazine and noticed an ad for a gun & knife show.
Having been on the knife show circuit for years, I knew the frustration of telling someone about my being in the knife business, and having attended a knife show the prior weekend, they would look at me and say, "I've been to some knife shows."
To which, interested, I would ask, "Great! Where?"
And they would come up with something like, "Well the local gun club puts on a gun and knife show each year." I just had to shake my head, because they are two different worlds, two different types of exhibitors. More so these days than ever before.
Years ago, when knife shows first started, there was quite a bit of overlap, and as knife only shows were new, we knife dealers were still having to go to gun and knife shows, or simply gun shows, in order to find knife collectors.
Make no mistake in my saying this. Gun collectors are not necessarily good knife buyers. If you go to a gun show as a knife dealer, you are not going to sell knives to the gun enthusiasts, as it will not work. You are going to sell knives to the knife collectors that will be there because they like both knives and guns.
There are fewer knife collectors at a gun & knife show they there are at a knife only knife show. So as things evolved, with a larger number of knife shows it became common for many knife dealers to forego the gun & knife show unless it was local.
And from this came a new group of knife dealers that specialize in gun and knife shows more than knife shows.
And it was conversations with some of them, coupled with nostalgia of travels with old knife dealers who have now passed on when we did go to the gun show circuit, that was going through my mind shortly after my trip to seen my grandson and daughter.
When my wife got up, as she was having her coffee this Sunday morning, I asked her, "Did you do anything this weekend?"
"Why do you ask?" she said, defensively.
"Well I have accomplished very little. I've been hearing a lot about how gun show are getting better in the mad rush for AR-15's and ammo. We might plan on taking in a gun show or two, especially shows between us and the grandchild, so we can expense at least part of the trip and perhaps make gas money along the way, get out there in the field. "
"We could do that," she commented.
So the next few weeks I began my research of planning on stocking a quantity of knives that I could see selling on the gun show tour. I discovered that what sells at most gun shows is totally different from knife shows. A new niche, genre, has developed.
With they advice of my friends who had attended some shows, I ordered a small truckload of China made lockbacks, some closeouts, and in general leaning toward the tactical.
I decided to give it a year. And unlike many of my endeavors, I plan to chronicle that year in this blog.
My first show was a return to the Alabama Gun Collectors, which was a 3 hour drive and had always been one of our stops in the old days. At various times the show had held within the show a Vulcan Knife Club show, and was a sanctioned show of the Knifemaker's Guild. Not now.
It was adequate, I bought a single nice Randall from someone walking the show, and in general wrote it off as a learning experience. It was near break even.
But we had stayed in the nice hotel next door, had a couple of really good meals in expensive restaurants. We were talking to a friend who was also there and we were told when we mentioned where we were staying, "Well we don't stay in that kind of hotel when we're gun showing--we have to watch our expenses much closer."
Re-learning the first rule. Watch you expenses. You're not a knife show.
A few weeks later we took in a show in Baton Rouge, en-route to see the grandson. Rule No. 2. Always research the shows. I sold four knives that Saturday (we had already told them we had to leave Saturday night). One of those was to a knife collector friend on our auction mailing list who just happened to be in town visiting his grandchildren.
As we left I told Debbie our only hope on that show being worthwhile would be someone picking up a show flyer and perhaps consigning at some point in the future. We won't know that until next year.
My next gun show was one nearby in Athens, TN. In a National Guard Armory, on Mother's Day weekend. (Again it would be a Saturday show, as Sunday I had to be at Mothers!). It was larger and better attended than Baton Rouge. And it made money, primarily because made a few trades, and as it was driving distance to home, and the tables were $25.00 each, these biggest expense was a tank of gas. Rule No. 3 is learned. Expenses are expensive. The less expense you have, the less chance you have of losing money. (Did I say that some of these rules are pretty basic?).
I just came back from the NKCA Knife show at the Drawbridge Inn in Ft. Mitchell, KY. It did reinforce my theory that the gun and knife show versus the knife show is a different world. I sold an old knife or two, to knife collectors. And I even sold a few knives from my boxes of China made tacticals. But this time I realized those buyers were gun show attendees who just happened to wander through the knife show.
More later!

Beginning

2009-01-22T10:05:00.000-08:00

Everyone has said I needed to start a blog--so here it is.

This will be a far-ranging blog that will get into more than just knives, but knife people, and will say things that doesn't fit in my job as editor of Knives Illustrated Magazine or as owner of J. Bruce Voyles, Auctioneers.