Blind Horse Tales

What's in a story? Stories make up a lot of our history, Where we came from, where we are headed. They allow us to dream a little, to envision " what it must have been like." Stories give us ideas of what we can be, what we can do, they fill us with hopes and dreams. I love hearing stories of " the good ole days" so what's in a story...everything or nothing at all Lets just keep telling them to the next ones to come along!

One day in a dusty stair shop Dan Coppins and L.T. Wright were passing the time by telling stories. They began talking about an old building on L.T.'s property called the "Pout House". L.T. told Dan the story that he had heard bits and pieces of from family members over the years.

"Years ago my Grandmother's Uncle lived up on a mountain in the hills of West Virginia. He lived there with his wife and children and farmed the land. He built a little shack in the woods where he would go from time to time to get away from it all. It was a little one room place built up on sandstone with rough sawn lumber that he cut down and had a local saw mill rough saw. He did all the work himself. He and a blind horse, yes a blind horse. No tractor and no power tools. He did all the work by hand. The roof was just over-lapped wood and all the walls had cracks you could see through. Nothing special, just a couple of windows and a door with a sign on it that said KEEP OUT. No running water, no electric, and no insulation or drywall on the walls. It truly was a shack. Well a number of years ago while out hunting I found this shack. It was in rough repair and was barely visible through the under brush. Being a youngster I just had to investigate. What I found was the remnants of what appeared to be just some old building. I had asked my father about it and he told me my great, great. uncle had built it, he wasn't really sure why. Years went by and my father and I bought the farm and the old shack was part of the property. I just loved going up near there to hunt, it just seemed to call me to it. Every year I would start my hunt from that place. A couple of summers ago I had asked my Grandmother about the old building up in the woods and she told me that her uncle had built it just to have somewhere to go. She said when her uncle would go up to the shack that her aunt used to say "There he goes again up to that Pout house." She said that's where he would go when she had scolded him for something. I don't know all of the story or even how much of it is true, but from that moment on we referred to that shack as The Pout House." L.T. finished the story.

"What a great story. He used a blind horse, huh? That would be a great name for a knife company!" Dan said.

Four years later ... their dream was realized and Blind Horse Knives is born!