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Yup, found at least one like you describe but none like mine. Thank you for the input. 👍

Yeah, that definitely had to leave a mark. 🙄

A bit more. Note the date in bold red. Reznik, Morris Morris Reznik, 89, long-time resident of Phoenix, AZ and retired owner of the Jewel Box Pawnshop, passed away peacefully on Sunday, March 21, 2010. "Morrey" as he was known, came to Phoenix in 1948 from Detroit, Michigan after serving in the Army during World War II. Shortly after, he met his Honeylou and they were married for 61 years. The Jewel Box opened in May 1949 at 41 South First Ave. It grew with the city, later making way for Patriot's Park. In 1976, the business moved to 601 North Central where it remained until the doors closed in May 2006. The Jewel Box was well known in the valley where Morrey made many wonderful friends over the years, and became known as the "Pawnfather." His sense of humor and wit will long be remembered. Morrey is survived by his devoted wife, Honeylou, his son Steve and wife Sharon Marie, daughters Randi (Dean Corely) Adrian and Sharon Lee, five grandchildren Jessica, Sarah, Benjamin, Jonathan and Nicholas, as well as many wonderful nieces and nephews. In the past year he had been living at the Agape Home of Scottsdale with their loving, quality care. Heartfelt thanks to Daniela Geonkova, her son Ivaylo, and the wonderful staff at her home. Appreciation and gratitude also to caregivers Emily Wielemborek and Jennifer Wanderer for their dedicated care. Morrey was preceded in death by his parents Abe and Tillie Reznik, siblings Anne, Jack, Isadore, and Eileen. Services will be held at 2:30 pm on Wednesday, March 24th at Sinai Mortuary, 4538 N. 16th St. in Phoenix. In lieu of flowers, donations can be made to the Alzheimer's Association 1028 E. McDowell Rd., Phoenix, AZ 85006 or the JCC Endowment Fund, 12701 N. Scottsdale Rd., Scottsdale, AZ 85254. Arrangements by Sinai Mortuary.

It was an electric circular saw. Here you go. Oct. 1986 Man kills himself with power saw in pawnshop PHOENIX -- A man asked a clerk in a pawnshop to plug in a power saw so he could check it out, then turned on the saw, pulled back the safety guard and put the blade to his neck, killing himself, authorities said. The unidentified man took a 10-inch circular power saw and some money up to the counter at the Jewel Box Loan Co. Tuesday afternoon. 'I thought he was going to put it on layaway -- we do that a lot,' said clerk Mike Gibson. 'He asked for a plug to check it out because we sell them 'as is.' 'When I plugged it in, he pulled back the (blade) guard with one hand, fired it up and put it to his neck. I tried to stop him, but no way I could. 'The guy tried to cut his head off. That's all there is to it.' Fire Department paramedics pronounced the man dead at the scene. They said the saw blade cut through the left side of the man's neck and into his spinal column. The man was described as 6-feet, 190-pounds, wearing brown corduroy trousers and a white T-shirt. He had a 12-inch surgery scar on his chest. About 20 people were in the pawnshop at the time.

I don't recall ever hearing the suicide story. BUT...before they can display gas-driven tools, they are supposed to empty the gas tanks. I worked there in 1969, but I never counted all the rifles on display between the floor racks and behind the counters. There were a bunch of them, tho.

I recently posted a question about it on the Predator Masters Forum, where a lot of knowledgeable callers hang out. Here's a reply I got. "I don’t think I’ve ever saw a black one either. Maybe it was a prototype or first production considering the way you acquired it. Very nice call though. I’d hang on to it, but if you don’t want it, let me know. "

GAME AND FISH NEWS Aug. 20, 2020 Two weeks and counting Check out latest video leading up to Sept. 1 dove-season opener PHOENIX — The Arizona Game and Fish Department continues to roll out a new video each week that is sure to whet every dove hunter's wing-shooting appetite, from where to hunt, to how to turn those birds into tasty table fare. Enjoy what our professionals in the audio-visual department have produced about hunting doves, Arizona-style, leading up to the big day Sept. 1. This week: How to Field Dress a Dove — Two Techniques And, for those who might have missed it . . . Aug. 13: Dove Season Opener in 60 Seconds Aug. 6: Dove Hunting Near Agriculture July 30: Women's "Learn to Hunt" Group July 24: Yuma: A Dove Hunter’s Paradise

GAME AND FISH NEWS Aug. 20, 2020 AZGFD assists thirsty wildlife during extreme heat, drought Public can help by texting "SENDWATER" to 41444 PHOENIX — Water is the essence of life, and it’s just as precious for Arizona’s wildlife. For that reason, the Arizona Game and Fish Department (AZGFD) has trucked and airlifted about 250,000 gallons of life-sustaining water to catchments throughout the state since January. Trail cameras document the results of this critical work, with footage of elk, deer, bighorn sheep and other species leaning over for a refreshing drink at one of 3,000 catchments maintained by AZGFD. “Water catchments don’t discriminate; they’re used by all wildlife from big game to some of the smallest squirrels, lizards, birds, bats and even bees,” said Joseph Currie, AZGFD habitat planning program manager, who oversees the department’s water-catchment efforts. “Our crews typically stop hauling water in August after monsoon rains refill much of our water catchments. However, due to this extreme drought, we haven’t stopped. We anticipate having to haul more than 800,000 gallons of water this year.” To help defray the rising costs of providing life-saving water for Arizona’s wildlife, AZGFD relies on its Send Water donation campaign to give the public an opportunity to support these efforts, simply by texting “SENDWATER” to 41444 from any smartphone. All funds that are raised ensure that the department can still deliver water to remote regions of the state and help to mitigate population fluctuations caused by severe lingering droughts. “Historic drought periods, such as this one, were typically followed by massive die-offs of wildlife,” Currie said. “By hauling water, we are able to stabilize those populations, keeping them alive and out of urban areas in search of water.” While AZGFD partners with several wildlife organizations, the department bears much of the cost of hauling water to and maintaining about 1,000 of its own catchments statewide, some of which must be filled with water flown in by helicopter. Additionally, AZGFD maintains 1,000 Bureau of Land Management and 1,000 U.S. Forest Service water catchments. For more information about how AZGFD conserves and protects 800-plus wildlife species that call Arizona home, or to make a donation to the Send Water campaign, visit AZwildlifehero.com.

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Way to get it done. 👍

I believe I said that in my post. 🙄 "And...the increased nitrogen preserves freshness, protects the nutrients, and prevents aerobic microbial growth."

I was going through some old articles yesterday and found a couple that you folks might enjoy. THE LAST SHOT was the monthly column I did for AZ HUNTER & ANGLER for several years. This one is from waaaaaaaaaaaaaay back, and I bet some of you can add to it. THE LAST SHOT COPYRIGHT BY TONY MANDILE MURPHY WAS AN OUTDOORSMAN Three decades of roaming the great outdoors in search of fish and game has taught me a lot. I have become familiar with many of Arizona's good hunting and fishing spots. By learning from my mistakes, I have honed my techniques so my successes have occurred regularly. On the other hand, some of my experiences have convinced me Murphy's "anything that can possibly go wrong will go wrong" neatly applies to hunting and fishing. In fact, I have no doubt Murphy was, indeed, an outdoorsman! So, with an air of lightness and humor, I'll relate some of the "Murphyisms" I have gathered over the past 30 years. Some have been my actual experiences, but I refuse to say which ones. (SMILE) First, let's take a look at what I lovingly refer to as the "famous last words list." Most of these were uttered by my hunting and fishing partners, of course. "We won't need that much food. We'll eat some of the fish we catch." "I don't need a compass. I've never been lost in my life." "In 4-wheel drive, my truck can go anywhere." "Don't worry about climbing over it. That barbed-wire fence might look a little shaky, but the staples will hold." "My rifle still should be sighted in from last year." "Yea, I've eaten that kind of wild mushroom before. They're harmless." "We'll take my truck. I just had everything checked out on it." "I'll lend you one of my air mattresses that doesn't leak." "Nah, leave your raingear in camp. The weatherman said it won't rain this weekend." "We'll cook the roast in a pit while we're hunting. When we get back to camp, dinner will be ready." "I never forget the salt and pepper (substitute toilet paper, lantern fuel, forks or any other necessary item)." "Hey, I've had a trainer work with that dog for months. He'll stand rock-solid until you bust out the birds." "Oh yea, it's the gentlest horse in the string. We usually let the kids ride it." "We can leave the food out. I've never seen bears around here." "Heck yes, it's easy; we catch a limit of trout every time." "I sure can't understand how anyone can miss an elk." "Yes, I'm positive I put the plug in the boat." "No, these boots won't leak. They have a lifetime guarantee." Now, here are some probable "Murphyisms" you might encounter if you spend enough time in the outdoors. Wading to a good fishing spot often results in the water being at least an inch higher than your boots or waders. The one time in 15 years a game warden stops at your camp and asks to see your license, you discover it's in your wallet. Unfortunately, the wallet is still on your dresser at home. The rod-tip you step on and break will be attached to your newest, high-priced graphite rod, which you bought on a close-out sale at half-price. If a fish throws a lure as you are getting ready to net it, it never will be a small one. After you've hunted for four days without seeing a buck, a trophy will run across the road just as you leave camp and head for home. Naturally, the sun had set an hour earlier. You travel to a place where the fishing has been outstanding. While you are there, a new Guiness record will be set for the longest period without anyone on the lake getting a bite. While you're out hunting, a heavy rain moves in and you soon discover on your return to camp that the tent leaked. Invariably the one little leak soaked your sleeping bag. The only time anyone ever asks whether you got your deer is when you haven't. If you take your wife fishing, she always will outfish you, regardless of how skilled she is. You bring a new bird-dog pup home and quickly find he likes chewing things. His first chew toy was a new pair of $250 Tony Lama boots. A covey of quail will rise anytime you have your shotgun unloaded to cross a fence line. When you start catching fish on a specific lure, you will snag and lose it. Worst yet, it was the only one in your tackle box. The dealer who sold you the outboard motor stocks over 8,000 parts for it. The one you need, however, is currently out of stock and will take 6 weeks for delivery. This only happens when you're leaving for the lake the next day. The shortcut you take to get back to camp always ends at a steep cliff or impenetrable maze of catclaw. You finally get to camp and discover that your buddies, thinking you would spend the night afield, ate your share of dinner. A good hatch will occur as soon as you climb out of your waders, break down your flyrod and head for the car. If you can't drink your coffee without sugar, you can bet the guy responsible for getting the groceries forgot it. You will drop your tackle box only when you haven't latched the lid tightly. When you take pictures of the biggest fish or the best buck you have ever taken, the photo processor will lose the film. You buy a new baitcasting reel and practice with it for weeks. Then your first cast in front of your guide results in a hopeless bird's nest. As the guide cuts it out with his knife, you notice he isn't smiling. Teach a beginner how to tie a fool-proof knot, and the next fish you hook will untie yours. The novice, no doubt pretending he didn't see it happen, will turn his back. Whoever is cooking breakfast will turn out perfect eggs until it's your turn to eat. Although you ordered sunny-side-up, you will eat scrambled eggs or nothing; all of the eggs are gone. Your outboard motor runs great for the entire 20 miles to the far end of Roosevelt Lake. This is not the case on the return trip, however. You never fall on your rifle scope and knock it out of whack five minutes AFTER you have an opportunity at a good trophy. If you are walking back to camp along a road and someone stops to offer a ride, the vehicle will break down. By the time you get back to camp, you are tired, hungry and look like a backyard mechanic. Without fail, no one remembered to bring soap. You're probably nodding your head and saying, "Boy I remember the time....." Well, here's a little story that might have some significance if you fly commercial airlines in your pursuit of game and fish. A hunter walked up to the airline check-in counter, placed his three bags on the scale and handed his ticket to the pretty blond behind the counter. The reservation clerk smiled. "Good morning, Mr. Jones. I see you are going to Anchorage today. Is this all of your luggage?" "Yes, mam, that's it. Oh, before I forget; I would like these two sent to Anchorage and the gun case shipped to Detroit." Looking somewhat puzzled by the strange request, the comely girl's expression went serious. "I'm sorry, sir, but we can't do that. Your luggage must go to the final destination on your ticket." "What do you mean you can't do it! You did it the last time I flew on your airline." ----- 30 -----

Since about 80% of the air we breathe is nitrogen, the above is harmless. Plus, the gas is NOT being injected into the meat. Since the early 2000s, they have used nitrogen, carbon dioxide and a bit of carbon monoxide to PACKAGE the meat, which displaces the oxygen, thus helping retain the meat's red color. And...the increased nitrogen preserves freshness, protects the nutrients, and prevents aerobic microbial growth. This is NOT done for meat that is cut and packaged by a butcher in a store; it applies to only pre-packaged stuff.

Available again. Please read the ENTIRE text, especially this: "...or shipped at buyer's expense."

Me too. Many on the list were my contributions. 🙄

At least 30-35 years ago.

Here's another......... LAST SHOT Copyright by Tony Mandile START SEARCHING FOR BIRDS As the adage says, time really flies. A few months ago, I put all my guns in their cases and put them safely in my out-of-the-way niche where someone has to jump through countless hoops to find and "borrow." By the time you read this, though, I'll have been out in the field at least once or twice in pursuit of the wily dove. And like many of you, the little gray rockets will have frustrated me into expending copious numbers of shotgun shells for the privilege of a few bites of meat. Doing anything else would make it seem as if I had shirked my obligation of helping keep world's shotgun ammo makers in business. Yet, as the season progresses, the places where bird numbers were on opening day often lose their appeal. Sometimes, the hunting pressure causes it. At other times changing factors such as the lack of once plentiful water or feed become the culprits. Although I have done it in the past when the bird population was still high, hunting a particular spot year after year is not always a sure bet. Low grain prices might force a local farmer to switch to a more profitable crop, such as cotton, which doesn't attract birds. Or expanding development, fires and floods might have destroyed traditional roosting habitat. So it's best to get out before heading to a once favorite hotspot. Thus, prior to the opening day, I always scout out several alternative sites, and usually do so only a few days before the season. This latter part helps me avoid wasting time. Even a sudden monsoon can completely change the birds' habit in a particular area. One year, I went out two weeks before opening day and outstanding millet field with an irrigation ditch full of water running through it and a large citrus orchard bordering it. Waves of doves going from the cover of the orange trees to feed on the millet filled the sky on both mornings I spent there. I arrived a half-hour before sunrise on opening morning and walked to my preselected ambush spot. When the sun rose, only few blackbirds flew out of the grove. A developer had graded the grain field, filled the irrigation ditch and already had marked the now dusty land with wooden stakes. A large sign next to the road announced the future home of an 800,000-square-foot mall! Even if you have a great spot for the opener, it still pays to have a backup or two. In fact, as season continues, I'm constantly searching for better hunting areas. My way involves a lot of driving, especially early and late in the day when the birds are moving. That's the time it's easier to pattern their daily routines. If you can figure out where they eat, drink and nest, you've won half the battle. Occasionally, this will take more than a day. Searching out a likely ambush spot comes next. I look for a natural blind that allows me to see in all directions. For the ease of locating downed birds, I also want one with fairly open ground close at hand. The blind might simply be a big tree, a pile of tumbleweeds or an irrigation ditch deep enough to hide in without getting wet. As a matter of habit, I always wear clothing that will blend with my planned hideout and avoid ANY white or bright colors. Many of the places I hunt border public land. At times, though, the better flights of birds take place over someone's farm, in which case I request the owner's permission to hunt. Most landowners are happy to have you as long as they know what you're doing in their fields. In 25 years, only one farmer, who carefully explained his anti-hunting philosophy, has refused me access. If you live in the Phoenix metro area and don't mind driving a bit, look to the state wildlife areas. Arlington, Robbins Butte and Black Butte are owned by the Arizona Game and Fish Department. All three are in the "Green Belt," a swath of lush vegetation that parallels the Gila River from Phoenix to Arizona's western border with California near Yuma. Local farmers lease the land and raise grain crops to help feed the doves that roost in the thick growth along the river. These areas offer excellent pass shooting as the birds fly from their roosts in the thickets and head to the nearby grain fields. Many hunters favor citrus groves or desert water holes, but over the last 25 years the farm country west of Phoenix, near Buckeye and Gila Bend, have been the most productive for me. In most places, a person who can shoot reasonably well --- certainly better me --- can take a limit in less time than it takes to eat a hearty breakfast. In the southern half of state, a lot of cities and towns have nearby agricultural regions. The farms around Casa Grande, Eloy and Florence normally offer excellent shooting. Some wing-shooters regularly describe the hunting in the fields near Yuma as incredible. At times, the Picacho Reservoir area rates a "10" as well. A friend of mine from Tucson regularly takes limits near that city or sometimes goes east to the grain fields around Safford or Wilcox. -----30-----

Thank you.

J.C Products is in Buckeye now. https://jcproductsusa.com/index.php

Many months ago, I was going to start a thread that would have had of lot of this sort of "history" in it, but since I often get PMs asking me about my background, etc., I was thinking about also making it a part of the thread from my early years on up the ladder. That old photo of the Jewel Box pawn shop was to be a part of it. Then, given the mood around here, I thought better of that idea. and scrapped it.

BOTH KNIVES ARE SOLD PENDING FUNDS I acquired these knives direct from Spyderco in the early1980s at an outdoor show, while the patent for their design was still pending. Like the Circe call I listed, I cannot find an image of these exact knives. I even checked the Spyderco forum, where I joined two days ago but still haven't been verified to post images or questions. I was able to view all the other posts, however. FROM THE WEBSITE: Why the Round Hole? One of the most common questions we get from people new to Spyderco knives is “Why the Round Hole?” The Round Hole allows the blade of a folding knife to be swiftly and easily opened with only one hand. This revolutionary feature was granted a U.S. utility patent in 1981 and literally helped define the form of the modern folding knife. Unlike thumb studs, disks, and other one-hand-opening attachments, the hole offers a larger surface area for greater reliability and does not interfere with the cutting action of the blade. An iconic symbol of our brand, the Trademark Round Hole™ also serves as a user-friendly alternative to a traditional nail nick in our two-hand-opening folders and a proud expression of our brand identity in our fixed-blade knives. Why the Clip? Spyderco was the first company to equip a folding knife with a pocket clip. This revolutionary feature was introduced on our very first folding knife design in 1981 and allows a folding knife to be carried at the top of the pocket where it is easily accessible and does not interfere with access to other items in the pocket. This brilliantly simple idea inspired our entire line of CLIP-IT® knives and also helped define the form of the modern folding knife. Although it is now commonplace on most brands of folding knives, it all started with Spyderco. These models were made in Seki, Japan and are entirely stainless steel. They are nearly identical except for the blades; one has a smooth edge and the other -- engraved one -- is serrated. The engraved one has never been used or sharpened. The other was only lightly used maybe twice. Any scratches came about because they were thrown in a drawer with other stuff for nearly 40 years. My name is actually a copy of my signature back then, so it's kind of an autograph. Straight Blade - $125 Serrated -- $160 I will consider reasonable offers but no trades. Payment via PayPal (buyer doesn't need an acct; just a CC or checking acct.) or cash only. Picked up near 67th Ave. and Camelback or shipped at buyer's expense.

Thanks for the sentiments, Kev, but I much prefer a plain ol' uncomplicated sale with money.

You got it!

Jack Cain's main income came from his barbershop in Goodyear. I seem to recall that he sold the call interest but continued to make various reeds. He was quite active at the assorted calling competitions that took place in AZ, CA and TX, as was one of my early hunting mentors.