How It All Started
These blades were born on Lone Tree Ranch, in Central Montana. Surrounded by irrigation, the pond, and livestock, on the foothills of the Rocky Mountain Front. On this ranch, there was no shortage of things to do, irregardless of the weather, or time of night. One tool served many purposes and a knife was no exception.
Some days we were chasing cattle other days cattle were chasing you. As a young boy, something of extreme adventure begins to birth as he slept outside under the stars hearing the coyotes howl at the moon, or watch the sun set over the mountains on an evening fish. If all that was on hand was a horse, a pliers, some wit and a knife, work could get it done.
On one particular outing, at Sleeping Buffalo Hot Springs, that boy (me) met a knife maker grinding out a handmade pocket knife, and I was captivated. I learned, my favorite tool could be made by my hands. From there my dads sheet metal, then rasps, began to disappear and the willow trees out back were cut down. I will never forget the smell of an oxy acetylene torch and old motor oil, that started my dreams 34 years ago. Lone Tree Blades was being forged in the fire of imagination.
I have heard it said, "Adventure doesn't begin, until everything planned goes wrong." There is something mysterious about a Faith in God and a good knife on the hip or in the pack, that rises to solve most wrongs. Just holding any well used knife, turns into holding old memories. From doctoring a calf, getting a broken bone, or going through some heartache, taking hold of Faith in Christ and grabbing that knife, can take your tension into the next adventure.
We would like to introduce you to Our Passion, A New Dream, and New Experience. Anything worth doing, comes at a cost, and its own "hard," but maybe there is a better investment waiting, then ones without purpose? We tend to believe there is.
Lone Tree Blades is a legacy we would like you to carry on, to those around you. We would love to go along with you, on your hip or in your pack. To listen to you tell those your with, how you got to where you knew you had to go.
Its not just another knife, its a wonderful old memory and your next adventure.
