Remembering the good ol’ days

William O. Felsman's letter (July 9) brought back memories of my boyhood life in Western North Carolina. I also owned a Boy Scout knife, but I didn't throw it at trees. It had a screwdriver/can opener, a leather punch awl and a large blade I kept as sharp as I could so I could clean trout we caught in mountain streams, shave cedar bark to make a fire with flint and steel, cut stakes for our tents and split campfire kindling.
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