All of us guys, and lots of ladies also, have a few knives laying around that we don't carry with us every day. Grandpa and my dad, every year, at Spring time, would start getting ready for fishing. Out came the tackle box and the old knives they used for gutting, scaling, and filleting. Plus, they would pull out their hunting knives also.
They would take the knives and clean the stains off of the blades. First, they would crush a chunk of red brick, with a hammer, to a fine powder. Then they would raid the kitchen and take a large potato. They would cut the potato in half and dip the cut end into the brick dust, then rub this on the stained knife.
It would remove small rust and blood stains. Grandpa had the same knives in his tackle box for over 30 some years. When he passed, my dad ended up with them. My dad gave me the ones he had. I've used them for more than 20 years.
Now that my dad has passed, I have those knives as well. It's time to get a tater or two and find an old red brick, so I can set out on the patio, clean some knives, and day dream about past fishing with Grandpa and my dad.
I've got a whale of a tale -- or two!