The Peruvian scandi

The Colonel did me need or really even want another knife  but, last night I got drunk as an English Lord and as penance today I walked my fat ass up to the market about 3 miles away to buy cigars and a bag of coca leaves from the most delightful Inca lady. She is about 4 feet tall,  and  rounded out like a cask,  She has the friendliest face and the most appealing personality of anyone I have ever met in my travels. We stood there chatting for a bit about how to cook the Inca whole dried potatoes,  Then I fired up a cee-gar and began the walk back to my flop house.

I cut down a side street through the market and came upon a dour faced old hag selling household items. I dug through her box of junk knives and unearthed this old scandinavian style blade. The handle is loose as is typical of this style blade,  but I bought it for  .25 cents. I wrapped it in paper and tied it with a string I made from a plastic bag - A La Joe Garza - and stuck it in my back pocket. 

I made one more stop to buy cactus tunas from and old man then continued my walk. I will eventually reset the handle and make a sheath for it or send it to my good buddy Joe Garza for one of his quality sheaths

The end.