American heroes. My late Uncle was a combat wounded Vietnam veteran Marine. I’ve got a lot of stories, but I’ll save those for another time. I will say, he was, and still is, a hero of mine. I was blessed to get to spend a lot of time with him when he came home from overseas, terrorizing trout from Colorado to Idaho.
Happy Birthday, Marines. Devil Dogs. Badasses. I’m not one of you, but I’m damned thankful for you.
God Bless what’s left of America.
My friend Ricky Wallace is a longtime knife maker that lives and works a hundred or so miles west of me here in Northwest Florida. Ricky’s a US Army Veteran, fishing guru, boat overhauler, and a genuine nice guy with a knack for fixing pretty much anything that breaks. If he can’t fix it, hell, he’ll just make one. The late Lewis Grizzard would call him a Great American. So would I. He’s also a photogenic feller, with a busy channel on YouTube. Ricky makes leather sheaths for all the knives he creates, and he’s been a great help to me in my knife making pursuits. I sent Ricky the first of my leather knives to actually leave my place and head out into the great beyond. He turned around and did the following video. Thank you, Ricky, and thank you for your service, Sir.