Biggest heartbreak on lost knife?

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When I heard about the Cold Steel sale to GSM I looked for my AK-47 folder and realized I couldn't find it. So I ordered an SRK, Recon Tanto, Large Voyager Tanto, Tactical Shovel thing and a throwing knife to make up for it. Gotta be here somewhere though.
 
I used to keep a old red handled Mora 510 hanging on a nail in my garage.

A very inexpensive knife for sure.

But I used that thing almost daily, as did my family. It had a deep and rich patina, but the bevel was well maintained, despite being worn down from being sharpened over the years.

Later, I learned that Mors Kochanski was a big advocate for that model. It was thin, light, impervious handle, and ergonomic.

Due to being in the sunlight the handle exposed above the sheath was faded to a very light pink. The sheath was scratched and gouged.

We used that thing for everything from cutting up coconuts to birthday cakes. Yard work, vehicle repairs, small construction projects, carpeting, you name it.

One day I came home from work and as I was passing the spot where it usually hung to go inside, I noticed it was gone.

We never saw that knife again.

In a weird knife knut kind of way, I wish I could properly retire that thing and tell it thanks for all the memories.
 
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As Alot of you, I lost a couple knives gifted to me as a kid...But the one that stings, is the first one I paid for.

It was in the early to mid-eighties, I was a kid, and saved up my money for a really pretty knife I'd see in the front display case of the local gun store that I went with my father to frequently.

It was a stainless steel Gerber lock blade. Small, even for then.
Very bright and shiny.....mother of pearl scale on one side, Abalone on the other. I think it might of been made in Japan, I don't remember?
It was the most expensive thing I had bought. Somewhere about $35-40. Not sure what that is in today's money? I'm guessing easily Double?
It was my most valuable possession.


In eighth grade I gave it to a girl.
 
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Saw one of those going on Fleabay the other day, looking them up there's quite a few! Not sure what you paid but they seem grossly high as is the norm on there.
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I paid around $80 for the one my wife lost right when they first came out.

I still can’t believe my luck on this... I just happened to see one get posted on the exchange here for sale last night for fiddy bones! Been looking for one that was not ridiculously priced for years and years.

I snagged that one up and it’s going in my ol lady’s stocking. She’s gonna be thrilled. :D:D:D
 
Some years ago a buddy of mine got dumped. His girlfriend up and left him unexpectedly. Among other things, she took his custom shop Buck 110.

All these years later I still hear about it. He goes on and on about how much he loved her, how great she was, and how much he misses her.

Not the girl, his beloved 110.



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Benchmade 9100(plain edge)Brother gave it to me a few years ago. It was given to him by a buddy he used to work with. He had it with him on every deployment(Airborne) knife had honest wear on it(and I'm sure the stories it could tell), and I carried it on me everyday.

After a while you kind of forget you have it on you. After a long day of running around working on things etc.. I went to take it out of my pocket and it wasn't there. I was crushed. And to this day I still kick myself for losing it. I loved that knife. Still have not replaced it as plain edge are hard to come by and you pay for it.
 
I have only lost 3 knives in my life.

I lost a Benchmade AFCK and a mini-AFCK 20years past, great knives, discontinued and selling for silly prices. I really do not know where I lost either of them.

But the last one I really miss. It was a Camillus No. 4, with Jim Catfish Hunter’s signature etched on the blade. This was the first knife my father bought me as a kid.

I really didn’t like the knife when I got it, because the day we went to Service Merchandise (now long bankrupt and gone) to buy me a new knife. I remember wanting something rather large and menacing, a tactical folding knife of some kind, and dad looked at it said “no”. Then he filled out the form (Service Merchandise was a large chain of stores where you looked through the catalog and filled out this form, wrote down the item numbers you wanted and the employees sent the product to the sales floor in a tube or a conveyor belt). This store seemed very high tech to me at the time and they had great prices on Star Wars action figures.

Anyway, since I wanted the giant tactical knife I was pretty disappointed when my pops handed me the Camillus No. 4. Then I saw it had this weird name on it “Jim Catfish Hunter.” I thought who in the hell is that and why is his dang signature on this lame knife?! I still don’t know much about Catfish, but I think he played baseball.

I never really appreciated that knife, so I used it hard, almost in a desire to use it so much that the Catfish’s signature would wear off the blade. It got used, sharpened and used some more, but that stupid signature never really came off the blade completely.

Then, 25-30 years later I hired a contractor to put on a new roof. One of the workers who only spoke Spanish was having a hard time cutting some type of roofing cloth or paper, and without engaging my brain at all, I pulled the Catfish out of my pocket and said “here, use this” and handed him the knife. It was just a loan in my mind, but I think the worker felt it was a gift.

They finished to roof a few days later, and I never saw my knife again.

I like to think it’s owner appreciates it more than I did when I got it.

It looked just like this one when it was new.
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Buck 110 folder that belonged to my great grandfather, right after I got it back from getting a new blade for a broken tip. Think I left it on my bumper.
 
Lost an Emerson custom poboy lefty model 10 in about 40ft of swirling Mississippi river water never to be seen again. It was about 5 bills worth of knife and that really made me sick for quite some time. I won't carry a knife like that around any river again. :eek:
 
I lost an old Timberline folder from my house about 18 years ago. Just disappeared. I still think about it.
 
As a grown adult now it doesn’t grieve me the way it did when I was a 12 year old in 1971 but back then I had a Old Timer 34ot that I had saved up to buy my first real pocket knife at 10 years old. I’d had it a little over a year and a half and it was my prized possession.

I was out helping my dad fix some fence that had been torn out after a disc plow had broke and swung over taking out a fence post and snapping barbwire that was also tangled up in the plow. We first fixed fence to keep cattle in and then worked on the plow. Somewhere during all of it my 34ot went missing. I looked all over in the grass and weeds, and sifting though the plowed dirt for at least an hour but couldn’t find it. I could not remember laying it down anywhere so I think it must have slid out of my pocket when I was laying down in the dirt untangling the wire from the plow. I was really grieved about it and went back to shift dirt and look for it a couple of times more but nothing. I saved up to buy another one but it didn’t seem the same as my first one. I think I learned a lesson from it to not put such a high value on a material item that can be lost or broken because it can be replaced. I’ve lost several others since then and it didn’t hurt near as much as that first one. I do however treasure the memories of being with my dad working in the fields and out on the ranch doing things together.
 
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