Our Readers: Sharp Eyes and Good Memories
A couple years ago (four and a half to be exact) I wrote in response to questions from several readers about my funky old knife and where to get one. The questions came because of an article in the August 2006 issue of Popular Woodworking Magazine titled “Best $20 I Ever Spent.” In between the time we went to press and the time the issue came out, the maker of my knife changed direction and quit making the one I had in favor of some inferior examples bearing the same name.
I’ve owned Whittlin’ Jack for about 25 years now, and although the blade is smaller than it used to be from sharpening, it will likely last longer than me. It didn’t cost much and has served me well and survived my rough handling of it. I’m not really looking to replace it, but it’s nice to have a spare (or two or three or four) just in case.
A couple weeks ago, a reader kindly clued me in to similar knives made by the R. Murphy Co. in Ayer, Mass. The company has been around since 1850 and makes knives of nearly any shape and size for nearly every conceivable use. If you have a regional preference for an Oyster knife, they have them. Need a hook, yarn or paperhanging knife? They have those too. Most of the knives are made in the United States, the prices are reasonable and the quality is good.
My new knife took an edge well, didn’t require much prep work and I like the way it fits in my hand. Technically, this isn’t a marking knife. Because it’s beveled on both sides I need to tilt it a bit when running it along a straightedge. I use mine as a general purpose knife in addition to marking, so the two-sided blade suits me and the way I work. The handle is quite a bit thinner than the Whittlin’ Jack and that makes it feel more like a pencil when striking a line. I don’t have enough experience with it yet to see how I like it for other uses, but I think it will be fine.
If you have a favorite old tool, leave a comment and let us know what it is. If you want to get sappy and sentimental on us, that’s OK. I feel a little guilty for entertaining thoughts of putting my old knife out to pasture.