They say every tool’s got its story, and today mine's about the ol' claw hamme

They say every tool’s got its story, and today mine's about the ol' claw hammer I inherited from my granddad. Took a swing at a stubborn fence post, and that hammer just did its duty like always. Bit worn and handles a bit cracked, but it’s never let me down. Got me thinking, sometimes the old ways are the dependable ones. What's your tool that’s earned its place in the shed?