After combing through rusty piles of unloved apparatuses from years past, in shops dedicated to all things decrepit and threadbare, I'll post here the gems I unearth for resurrection and reinstatement. Brought back from their long slumber just in time before succumbing irrevocably to the inexorable invasion from their natural enemies: air and water.
Someone wore away part of the finish on the handle with their unrelenting shearing. And the blade is perfect. A testament to good craftsmanship. H.K. Porter is another…