One of the northern lakes we fish has the remnants of an old trestle that once spanned a narrow portion of the lake. Long abandoned, this was part of one of the rail lines that carried some of this old growth timber out of the forest in the late 1800's. Slowly but surely the idea grew to combine my love of the North Country, an appreciation of a functional knife and the utilization of some of the wood that makes up that forest area all started to take shape.
www.trestlepineknives.com