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Edit: scratch that, the knife is 21 years old. Thanks to Plumberdv and jb4570 for clearing that up.
Let me start this thread off by warning you that this will be a pretty long one. I've become enamored with this knife, and I've opened up a section in my mind that has been dormant for a while--the section about my Dad. I have never really been into traditional knife styles. I never understood why people prefer lockbacks, or opening with the nail divot things, or two handed opening in general. I'm 23 years old, so still young, so I kind of had to learn this the long way.
My Dad was in the Army, specifically Special Forces. This dude trained with SEALs, went above and beyond the SEAL training (not knocking SEALs here...those are some badass mofos), and did god knows what with that training. He hasn't talked much about it over the years, and I haven't pushed him to. It would be interesting as hell to know, but it's probably a touchy subject. He is 53 years old, married to a 30 year old, and they have 2 kids together. At 53 he can still lift more than I can, can still build a house with his bare hands, and still has more energy than most 20 year olds. (Which is why he is such a good DJ) Needless to say I really look up to him. He left my mom when I was about 3 or 4, but they have stayed friends ever since. At first my brother and I got to see him every once in a while, he was one of those dads from TV basically. The kind that worked a lot, made a ton of money, and wasn't home much. So when he picked us up and hung out with us the trip would always start off with us sitting in his office. Things changed though when he got into a life threatening car accident.
He was on the highway and rolled his car 9 times. He was a DJ, so his truck was packed tight with high end speakers(which were built so well he still uses them to this day, and they out perform most all other systems still), and that was the only thing that kept his car from turning into a pancake. He was thrown out of the truck after the 5th roll or so, and slid across the highway. He had to be helicoptered out to an ER. He was pronounced dead twice and was told he was not going to be able to walk again, and at the very least he was going to be in the hospital recovering for several months. This guy was walking out of that hospital in 1 week fully recovered. Needless to say, I've always respected my Dad and the courage he's had, and he is one badass motherf***er. After the accident he lost his entertainment company after selling it for 1.5 million to his business partner, who had been with him from the beginning, who was the "A" in "A to W Entertainment", screwed him over and never paid him. The courts never got to his case, and it dropped somehow. After losing his business, and being an inch away from dead, it made him re-think his life. He moved closer to us, and from that point on we hung out like old friends. I never blamed him for what he did. And I was too happy about the fact that he was in our lives again to care. He always does everything meticulously, and takes care of everything he has. As an example, when I helped him DJ he would teach me how to roll up his speaker cables(which were as old as the speakers, but still in perfect condition) and was very detailed about it. He made sure I rolled them up while untwisting them carefully, so as to not twist the wire inside. It's these details that makes everything he does impeccable. Even his chocolate chip cookies are legendary!
I went over his house this weekend and showed him my Griptilian that I got. It has white Cuscadi scales and is a sharp looking knife. I told him it was my first "real" knife, and he started telling me about his interest in high end knives, and sharpening those knives. He doesn't do it anymore, but he used to. He told me that since I was into quality knives like that, he has something for me back at the house. So fast forward to the house, we go down into the basement and pull out a tackle box. He gives me his Buck 110 with it's original sheath. At first I think "well this is pretty awesome, but I was expecting something much cooler". I still respected the gift though, and let him know it. He tells me that he's had this knife since he was 17 years old. It was his first "real" knife too. He told me that he had carried it faithfully until he was in his 30s every day like it was a good friend. And it shows man. 35 years later and this Buck has NO RUST ON IT. NONE WHATSOEVER. Even after sitting for years. The bolsters and scales are in amazing condition for what he took it through. Even the sheath has held up very well. The lock wiggles a tiny bit, but it's nowhere near unsafe. This goes back to him taking great care of everything he owns.
I wasn't too excited about the knife at first. But when I started thinking about it, and about the history of it, about what it's gone through, and the fact that my dad carried it through hell and back for a good 15+ years gets me all giddy. I started talking to him about it through text, and since he doesn't like texting I told him that next time I come up he needs to share some stories about this knife. He doesn't remember when the tip broke, which kind of sucks. I would love to know what happened. I'm going to carry this knife as much as possible. At first I thought about replacing my Grip with it, since I already carry it AND my Leatherman Wave every day, but then I figured...why not carry all 3?
I'm going to sharpen her up. I'm also going to start doing some research on how to restore the bolsters and scales. I'm going to leave the tip like it is though. At first I wanted to re-profile the tip, but it's one of the things that make this knife so special. It gives it character.
After reading through the facts about Buck 110s, I came to the conclusion that this is either a 5th version, variation 6 or 7. I can't tell because I don't know what the difference is between the small and large scale rivets, and I don't know what kind of packaging it came in. Can anyone help in that area?
Anyway, sorry to drag you through that. Here are pics!
Let me start this thread off by warning you that this will be a pretty long one. I've become enamored with this knife, and I've opened up a section in my mind that has been dormant for a while--the section about my Dad. I have never really been into traditional knife styles. I never understood why people prefer lockbacks, or opening with the nail divot things, or two handed opening in general. I'm 23 years old, so still young, so I kind of had to learn this the long way.
My Dad was in the Army, specifically Special Forces. This dude trained with SEALs, went above and beyond the SEAL training (not knocking SEALs here...those are some badass mofos), and did god knows what with that training. He hasn't talked much about it over the years, and I haven't pushed him to. It would be interesting as hell to know, but it's probably a touchy subject. He is 53 years old, married to a 30 year old, and they have 2 kids together. At 53 he can still lift more than I can, can still build a house with his bare hands, and still has more energy than most 20 year olds. (Which is why he is such a good DJ) Needless to say I really look up to him. He left my mom when I was about 3 or 4, but they have stayed friends ever since. At first my brother and I got to see him every once in a while, he was one of those dads from TV basically. The kind that worked a lot, made a ton of money, and wasn't home much. So when he picked us up and hung out with us the trip would always start off with us sitting in his office. Things changed though when he got into a life threatening car accident.
He was on the highway and rolled his car 9 times. He was a DJ, so his truck was packed tight with high end speakers(which were built so well he still uses them to this day, and they out perform most all other systems still), and that was the only thing that kept his car from turning into a pancake. He was thrown out of the truck after the 5th roll or so, and slid across the highway. He had to be helicoptered out to an ER. He was pronounced dead twice and was told he was not going to be able to walk again, and at the very least he was going to be in the hospital recovering for several months. This guy was walking out of that hospital in 1 week fully recovered. Needless to say, I've always respected my Dad and the courage he's had, and he is one badass motherf***er. After the accident he lost his entertainment company after selling it for 1.5 million to his business partner, who had been with him from the beginning, who was the "A" in "A to W Entertainment", screwed him over and never paid him. The courts never got to his case, and it dropped somehow. After losing his business, and being an inch away from dead, it made him re-think his life. He moved closer to us, and from that point on we hung out like old friends. I never blamed him for what he did. And I was too happy about the fact that he was in our lives again to care. He always does everything meticulously, and takes care of everything he has. As an example, when I helped him DJ he would teach me how to roll up his speaker cables(which were as old as the speakers, but still in perfect condition) and was very detailed about it. He made sure I rolled them up while untwisting them carefully, so as to not twist the wire inside. It's these details that makes everything he does impeccable. Even his chocolate chip cookies are legendary!
I went over his house this weekend and showed him my Griptilian that I got. It has white Cuscadi scales and is a sharp looking knife. I told him it was my first "real" knife, and he started telling me about his interest in high end knives, and sharpening those knives. He doesn't do it anymore, but he used to. He told me that since I was into quality knives like that, he has something for me back at the house. So fast forward to the house, we go down into the basement and pull out a tackle box. He gives me his Buck 110 with it's original sheath. At first I think "well this is pretty awesome, but I was expecting something much cooler". I still respected the gift though, and let him know it. He tells me that he's had this knife since he was 17 years old. It was his first "real" knife too. He told me that he had carried it faithfully until he was in his 30s every day like it was a good friend. And it shows man. 35 years later and this Buck has NO RUST ON IT. NONE WHATSOEVER. Even after sitting for years. The bolsters and scales are in amazing condition for what he took it through. Even the sheath has held up very well. The lock wiggles a tiny bit, but it's nowhere near unsafe. This goes back to him taking great care of everything he owns.
I wasn't too excited about the knife at first. But when I started thinking about it, and about the history of it, about what it's gone through, and the fact that my dad carried it through hell and back for a good 15+ years gets me all giddy. I started talking to him about it through text, and since he doesn't like texting I told him that next time I come up he needs to share some stories about this knife. He doesn't remember when the tip broke, which kind of sucks. I would love to know what happened. I'm going to carry this knife as much as possible. At first I thought about replacing my Grip with it, since I already carry it AND my Leatherman Wave every day, but then I figured...why not carry all 3?
I'm going to sharpen her up. I'm also going to start doing some research on how to restore the bolsters and scales. I'm going to leave the tip like it is though. At first I wanted to re-profile the tip, but it's one of the things that make this knife so special. It gives it character.
After reading through the facts about Buck 110s, I came to the conclusion that this is either a 5th version, variation 6 or 7. I can't tell because I don't know what the difference is between the small and large scale rivets, and I don't know what kind of packaging it came in. Can anyone help in that area?
Anyway, sorry to drag you through that. Here are pics!
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