Somewhere, I have one of those old Gerber Folding Hunters. I carried it for a long time, more than I did my Buck since it was thinner and lighter. In 1979, I was flying from Washington National Airport to Mitchell Field in Milwaukee with my six year old son and I was carrying the knife, with an aftermarket item called a "Flick-it" to enable one-hand opening attached. We had a longer than expected layover at O'Hare in Chicago and I took my son out of the boarding area to look around the airport and to buy some food. When we came back, I took the knife out an laid it in the tray as we walked through the metal detector gate and some Chicago cop, a refugee from the 1968 Democratic Convention, I think, came on really nasty about it. I pointed out that the FAA police at Washington National had passed it without a murmur and that it was perfectly legal in Virginia, but that only seemed to infuriate him all the more. Finally, the airline personnel intervened and offered to put it into a box and have the aircrew carry it to Milwaukee and then give it back to me there. While we were in Milwaukee, I got lost and missed my bus stop and my son and I had to backtrack about six blocks through a pretty iffy neighborhood. We were accosted by a wino and I put myself between my son and the wino with my hand in my pocket around the knife, just in case. Turned out that he was a quiet drunk and I didn't need it, but the hard presence of that knife was very reassuring at about 1:00 AM.