How It All Started

These blades were born on Lone Tree Ranch, in Central Montana. Surrounded by livestock, in the face of wind, on the foothills of the Rocky Mountain Front. 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. 

While chasing cattle or cattle chasing you, something of extreme adventure begins to birth in a young boy, 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 we had was a horse, a pliers, some wit and a knife, we could get it done.

On one particular outing, at Sleeping Buffalo Hot Springs, I met a knife maker whittle out a handmade pocket knife, and I was captivated. I learned, my favorite tool could be made by, me. 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 that knife, turns into holding old memories. From doctoring a calf, getting a broken bone, or going through some heartache, taking hold of Faith in Him 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.  Everything comes with a cost and a hard, but maybe there is a better investment waiting? We tend to believe there is.

Lone Tree Blades is a legacy we would like you to carry on, to your next generation.  We would love to go along with you. To see you tell those after you, how you got to where you knew you had to go. 

Its not just another knife, its and old memory and your next adventure.