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THG, Happy and Sharp... I hope, after 30 years... Nice story about your dads knife... :thumbup: ...
 
THG said:
I'm not doing this for a prize; I merely want to share:

My dad had this Buck 110 from the 70's. He always talked about his "Buck knife," and I had no idea what that meant; I thought that was the type/style of knife, not the brand. Well a few years ago I got into cutlery, and I realized that Buck was a brand, and I became interested in the knife. I "understood" the knife. I saw that it had some play, and I saw that it had never been sharpened in the 30+ years he had it. So as a new cutlery lover, I busted out my stones and did the piece the justice it deserved. I wonder what the knife felt like to be sharp again after over thirty years :)
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thanks for shareing :)! nice story!:thumbup:
if the blade has some play you can send it in and they will fix it;)
 
I've given away many knives and most have been BUCK Knives and each one makes a memory to last a lifetime.

I'd like to share with you the most recent knife I gave as a gift to someone that I've heard about growing up
but have never met until last Thursday.

As a kid I remember my dad talking about joining the Marines when he was 18 and when he got on the bus and left his little home
town in Montana to go to Virginia, his dad gave $11 so he'd have some money in his pocket to make the trip, the $11.00
were morgan silver dollars. When my dad was in basic training he met a guy that would make a difference in his life, this guy
went thru Basic with my Dad and spent his time overseas in Vietnam with my dad and they were in a Recon devision, five man
Recon groups, my Dad's friend left vietnam two months before my dad and when my dad got to come back to the states he
finished his elisted time back on the east coast where he knew his friend was. During the remainder of his enlistment his friend
was dating a girl that had a friend they wanted to introduce my dad to, we'll the girl ended up being the love of his life
and my mom. My Dad and Mom were married in Maryland and he brought her back to the Wild West (Montana) my dad teased
my mom about the wild plains and the cowboys and indians, lolol.

My Dad and Mom haven't seen Tony the guy that was responsible for getting them together since 66-67 until just
the other day. My Dad got a call from him a month ago and Tony and his wife made a trip to Montana. My dad has never
talked much about his time in Vietnam but Tony had lots to talk about. It had been 42 years since my dad had seen or talked
to him but when he got here it seemed like they were brothers that see each other every day. Well Tony and his wife
fit right in and seemed just like part of the family. We had a BBQ Friday and I wanted to give Tony something to remember us
and Montana I knew I was giving him a Buck knife, the knife I gave him was a 110 anvil stamp with Elk antler handle because
when he thinks of Montana he thinks of the Elk, I put it in a sheath I got at the BCCI 20 year reunion, the sheath
has the marine insigna stamed on the flap above the snap. When I gave it to him he was so excited and thanked me and said this
Buck knife will some day he handed down to his son. We talked about Buck knifes for a while and I showed him my collection for a
couple hours, lolol, and now all he talks about is getting home to Harlem Georgia and looking for old Buck knives.

Tony's wife is fighting cancer but didn't want to miss the trip to Montana to meet us, I had a few necklaces made with small
Montana gold nuggets and gave one to Rickie and could tell it meant the world to her, as I type this it brings tears to my eyes
and amazes me how you can hear or be told about someone your whole life and when you finally get to meet them it's like you've
always know them and it's like they are part of the family.

Marines and Buck knifes, Best Buck Buddies Forever!
 
I'm not entering, but I thought I'd share this story anyways.

My girlfriend's been working in an office building for a little over five years now, and throughout this time, one of her bosses was a classic, traditional, clean-cut man. Now, I say traditional and clean-cut because this guy spent his weekends fly-fishing and would always have his beard impeccably even, no matter the occasion. Well, after working with the company for roughly forty years, he decided it was time to retire.

Of course, there was the usual going-away party, with all the coworkers standing around congratulating the guy and everybody eating cake, but my girlfriend also wanted to get him a gift before he left. Not too sure about what to get an old school gruff-and-tough kind of guy, she asked me for advice. My answer? A traditional pocket knife from a reputable company with its roots deep in Americana. So, off to the cutlery shop we went.

Once there, she pretty much stood around and let me do my thing. This cutlery shop is pretty small, with heavy focus on tactical folders and fantasy weapons, but it also had a few traditional folders available. My girlfriend didn't want to spend too much, so stag and mother-of-pearl was out of the picture. There were a few Case Yellow-handled knives in CV, but the patterns were a bit large, and the price was just a little bit more than what she wanted to spend. Next up came some Old Timers. I went to examine a couple but these were the ones made in China, with fit & finish leaving much to be desired. Finally, I decided to check out the traditional Buck offerings. These USA made slipjoints had zero bladeplay whatsoever, there were many patterns to choose from, and they were inexpensive. We settled upon the 309, and that was that.

A few days later, my girlfriend tells me about what happened when she gave her coworker the knife. The first words out of his mouth are, "Oh wow! A Buck knife!" He then went on to discuss childhood memories of seeing his father carrying around the 110, and how you just don't see too many people carrying pocketknives these days. My girlfriend had no idea what he was talking about, but when she relayed the news to me, it just put a smile on my face.
 
YayILikePie said:
I'm not entering, but I thought I'd share this story anyways....
The first words out of his mouth are, "Oh wow! A Buck knife!" He then went on to discuss childhood memories of seeing his father carrying around the 110, and how you just don't see too many people carrying pocketknives these days. My girlfriend had no idea what he was talking about, but when she relayed the news to me, it just put a smile on my face.
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THIS is the type of story we want !!
in addition to
experiences that put a
smile on our face
tear to our eye
or a warm feeling in our hearts
we want to read about buck gifts that :
made a difference in an event - hunting/ work /every day
make us proud - leo's /emt's /GI's /fireman
 
here is P-Dave's story that he sent to me..

"Well Dave,
I don't really have any Buck gift stories except the one where Flatlander built the 111 for me using the maple burl,.. I sent him a 110 and had the maple sent to him from the dealer. He decided that the knife I sent was too nice to redo, so he built me the 111 from my burl and his frame and blade. Then when he sent it to me he also sent me the apple coral 532 .. that someone had given him. He did all that just because he wanted to and wouldn't take a dime. I sent him a stag handled 701 that I knew he wanted to show my appreciation and damned if he didn't turn right around and send me a 701 that he had rehandled in smooth buff horn. This was all on the forum, so I didn't enter it."

Dave said i could post this story for him..thx dave! :)
i have another story of another of Flatlander's gifts:thumbup:
but will tell it in another post..;)
 
About 8 years ago, when my son was in the Boyscouts, he went to camp with about 20 of his fellow scouts to help with a project the park ranger was working on. I dropped him off with his new extreme cold weather sleeping bag, scout mess kit and all the other supplies he would need for several days of camping out in the Northcentral PA forest in early spring. The next day, I got a stunning call to come and pick up my son. The camping project had ended early. The entire camp had blown up in a huge fireball! Everyone was OK! The entire Troup had been about 1/2 mile away from camp helping the park ranger when the explosion occurred! It was later determined that the main line for the propane for the scout stove had leaked out and filled the area with propane gas and the gas had somehow found a source of ignition turning the entire camp into a propane inferno! All of the tents had been incinerated, all the scout supplies and personal items had been destroyed! Even my sons mess kit had melted into a molten blob! His spare boots, extra clothes and even his Buck Bucklite(442c) folding knife had melted into a blob of burnt steel and melted plastic! The boys lost everything but their lives! I wrote to Buck knives, told them the story and sent them the remains of the knife. I simply asked if the knife could be repaired(for a fee) and Buck sent my son a brand new knife free of charge. It made his eyes light up in happiness that at least he had his favorite knife once again. This was the best knife ever received as a gift and it was from complete strangers at Buck knives!
 
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hi all
here i have a gift knife i would like to mention
some time abut 4 years ago a pict of a white 124 was posted on the forum
from a collector in Germany with questions ..
about 2006 i seen another post from a fellow in Germany
well many of you know how i am ...
so i went this time and emailed him

he sent me a pict of a white handled one he had
and said that he had been surprised that i asked
as no one knew he had it and that it was not for sale..
that he had only recently found the forum!
some time about 6 months later a box shows up with
great big gobs of strange stamps on it! :eek:

in it was a white handle 124 ... :eek:
and a note from the guy that sent it to enjoy it as a gift..:eek:

this was early in a lasting exchange of friend ship and
i asked him to come with me to Idaho..
well many of you folks met him there

Habbie and i still share a lot of our selves every week
and when my wife is well i plan to travel there or
have him here at my house with his wife and kids..

this is not an entry but a story i wanted to share with every one.

sorry to embarrass you my friend but this was important to me to share:)
 
September 11th was a day that we will all remember with every emotion we could ever feel, that day was especially tragic in that a very good friend of mine, Jim Romitto died that day also.

Jim didn't have to be at work that day, he was scheduled to be off, Jim was the Chief of the Port Authority Police Dept., the people initially charged with saving/evacuating as many people as possible.

Fact was, Jim bein' the person he was, when he heard about the plane crash got outta his safe bed at home with his fiancé, (my best friend's sister Mary, where he lived with her and her son Bobby) 'cause he, as he told her, "...had to go to work, they were gonna need everyone."

When the dust had finally settled Jim was no where to be found, he was last seen near the ground floor with another PA Officer and a disabled woman they were tryin' to get to safety, unfortunately the building collapsed on the three of them before they got out.

Mary called his cell phone for months before we convinced her that te phone was probably not working and Jim was not gonna call back, they were among the last bodies recovered before ground zero was to be declared cleaned up.

Sorry for the downer lead in but I felt it was necessary to tie in the knife in question.

My friends fiancé was despondent but her son was devastated, one of the things Bobby had admired about his soon to be stepfather's job was the work knife Jim and most of his Brothers "on the job" carried, a Buck 110 which sat nestled in the leather sheath the knife came with, so I reached out to the Community here at BFC and asked if I could get some help to get Bobby a Knife like his Dad's.

I was overwhelmed by the generosity that flooded in, everything was donated from the knife and custom scales that were made to the plaque it as mounted on to the brass plate that was engraved in memoriam for Jim, I presented the knife and plaque to Bobby and his mother here's a picture and a link to the original thread, please read the original thread to get a feelin' for how generous this community truly is.

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Click Here For Original September 11th thread

BTW I saw Bobby last week and the boy is becommin' a man he has grown and matured so much that when he shook my hand and told me how glad he was to have seen me, it was the confident handshake of a man and not the unsure hand shake of a child.

Thanks for readin' my stories, thanks to all involved in bringing the knife to fruition and always remember, never forget 9/11.
 
Hey guys, been away for a bit, vacation, crazy busy, etc.

T Erdelyi, that was an amazing story, I had never seen the original thread, thanks for bringing it back around for those of us who missed it.
 
It was around the early 1970's, I was all of 7 or 8 years old. My Grandfather always carried a Buck Stockman in his pocket and I remember seeing it used on a lot of his needs from peeling an apple to stripping wire. One day coming home from school, I found an old Buck 110 laying next to the curb of the sidewalk. I was thrilled about finding it and immediately went to my Grandpa's house to show him my find. He was impressed with the knife I found but told me it needed some attention due to it had laid there in the weather awhile. He and I went to his shop and he proceeded to clean it up telling me how a "feller oughta take better care of his things". He gave it back to me and I got the usual concerned adult lecture of not cutting myself. I had no more than heard him utter his last word on that caution when I slammed the large blade shut with my finger in the way. I got a dandy slice out of that and the old man just shook his head. He told me to hand him back the knife after he dressed my cut and I followed him to his bench. There, to my horror, on his grinder...he put the most beautiful DULL edge on my prize found knife. You couldn't peel a snowball with that thing after that. He grinned big and told me to bring it back so he could "touch it up" in a few years for me when I got older and if I needed to cut something, come get him and we'd work on it together with his stockman. That was 40+ years ago...Grandpa didn't make it too long after that incident, pnuemonia took him that following fall. I still have that knife.....it's still as dull as the day he ground the edges down on it....lotta love in that knife...I wish I had a dollar for everytime I've told that story and I still wouldn't trade that knife for all of Chuck's knives in Post Falls though....

J-dubb ~The dull knife owner
 
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wow anothe wet eye story!
these are great and show every one what memories a simple tool can have..
 
well bump and will bump again as this will run only about two more weeks
and again it is open to any given or received knife story..

some good ones here but i am betting there are more out there!
we want to hear them so please post them!
 
ok we are going to call it over as soon as some one from
buck can take time to pick a winner for us..
still time for a last minit entry!
 
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I have 2 stories, I'm gonna put them both in the same post though, no sense clogging up the thread.

First one, My grandpa had a few heart attacks and moved in with us so we could take care of him. Everyday he carried a Buck 110. In May of 2006 he died, when he was in the hospital I was visiting him with the other cousins. He gave me his old buck, then he gave my 3 cousins each a Buck 110 that was new. I think I got the best one though cause this was the one he carried for almost 30 years.

The other story, My fiance lived in Canada. She is really big into camping and outdoorsy stuff. So for our 1 year anniversary I got her a Gerber Gator drop point, and a Buck Gentleman stainless steel folder, along with a 1 carat engagement ring. I'm pretty sure she actually liked the knives better than the ring LOL.
 
now that is my kind of gal!
you are a lucky man in more ways then one my friend
i have nothing knife from any of my demised relatives..
papo (pappy) had a slippy cut bone two blade slippy he cut his chew with..
. old carbon blades always keep it sharp..wish i had it.
he was nice to us grand kids :)
feisty and hard with any one else but mom and little grand maw....
 
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