Koba was handling one of my Barkies, a Hudson Bay Camp Knife, and he said the feel of the knife just made him want to chop something. So I took him out back and provided some oak. He was amazed at how well it chopped. I also let him chop with the Ratweiler, whiched chopped even better, but he preferred the feel of the HB. He loves to play with my knives when he visits.

It was a simple, but good, Easter dinner. Everyone seemed to enjoy it, even Koba. I wish my daughter had not run off with this fellow, but she is working and going to college, so things could be worse. Her boyfriend has always been polite and respectful, so I saw no reason not to include him and his child at Easter dinner. Koba calls him Mr. Tibbs. I just call him William.