Originally posted by brembo
I have always had a knife of sorts in or clipped to my pocket. Never did the scout thing, was too busy on the farm. I really don't remember the first knife I had, prolly an Old Timer or something of that nature. I remember on day in High School while in chemistry class a knife was needed and I just whipped out my lock-back and performed the task at hand. Chem teacher was mortified, sent me to the headmaster. I thought I was neck deep in trouble, but he asked how long I had been bringing the knife to school(private Christian school) and my reply was honest "everyday for the last three years, I was a Junior. He looked at me and told me to ask before I pulled it out, and let me go. From that point on, when a blade was needed, someone found me. That kinda kicked off my knife "nut" ways. I feel naked without at least two knives on my body somewhere.