There has been a couple of times in my life I tried, really tried , to be like my old man and be a one knife guy. Failed every time!!!
I finally came to the conclusion, and was at peace with it, that I am one of the afflicted and obsessed knife knuts. Some people are born with a gene that makes them an alcoholic, some people obsessively collect stamps, or coins, or beer cans or matchbooks. I happen to collect/accumulate pocket knives. I do, as a by product, enjoy the fact that I have a modest collection of actually usable cutting tools that have a place in everyday life. That 1907 coin ain't gonna open my mail.
It took me a long time to just accept that I am never going to carry just one knife. Only when I got older, I realized why the old man never collected a number of knives. He just wasn't really "into" them. He was one of those old school guys from the depression era that knew he needed a cutting tool, but since he had one, he was all set and didn't need another one. Dad went through is life with that little Case peanut because it cut what he wanted and didn't take up a lot of room in the pocket. Dad wasn't a knife guy.
But I am, so I have a number of knives that I rotate and carry. I may have a SAK one day, a Sardinian resolza in the pocket the next day, with an Opinel tossed into the mix somewhere. A Remington peanut and Boker 240 are there as well.
I love picking out my pocket knife of the day every morning!
Carl, the afflicted and obsessed knife knut.