I walked the dog a bit ago, and a few doors down there was a garage/estate sale. So I tied the hound to a tree and looked around. There were some nice high end tools (craftsman and snap on) going cheap, some decent fishing rods, but even I can't justify buying more, and then there was a table with knives, both sporting and Kitchen. A guy had just picked one up when I got there. Right hand to God it was a Randall model one in carbon steel and looked pretty old, though not too beat up and obviously well cared for. I'm guessing Vietnam War. Asking price? Seventy five bucks. I offered him 2 bills for it and he just smiled. God is clearly punishing me.