Old Bull
I was the champion of this ridge, when my foe heard my bugle, my chuckle, they ran. Some brave ones approached, and I devoured them. My blood, my offspring is all before me. Proud I was. A forever life before me. Spring, summer, fall, winter, they came and and then were gone. Then I learned what time was. Now I am old. The strong young bulls don’t even look upon me, I am feeble and weak, my ivory is gone, for I cannot chew the cud. For I am the old bull, but oh my blood before me, pleased I am.
INFO
Steel: 8670 HC
Handles: Weathered Elk
Pins: Copper
OAL: 9 1/16”
Sheath: Smoked brain tan wrapped around vegtan core, waxed linen cord stitching, dark brown deer fringe, dark brown elk braided lanyard finished off w/ copper cones, snake vertebrae beads and horsehair, @dancingspiraldesign medicine wheel, dark brown glazed carp skin.
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