Woke up to the smell of rain on the sagebrush this morning, a real treat in this

Woke up to the smell of rain on the sagebrush this morning, a real treat in this neck of the woods. Once you've been on a ranch long enough, you learn that some tools are worth their weight in gold. Today it was that old pocketknife of mine, sharp as a rattler, saved the day when the baler twine played tricks on me. Ain't nothing like having a trusty tool in hand. What old reliable gear do you folks swear by out there?