Hickory n steel
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One day when I was about 11 I was hanging around with an occasional friend and right there on the sidewalk was a Buck 110 in the sheath that the lucky rat had spotted and picked up first.
He didn't know what it was, but I instantly recognized it as a " BUCK KNIFE " and from that day I dreamed of owning a Buck 110.
A few years later another friend who lived next door to my dads house had found a Buck 110 in the cushions of a couch they had recently bought at a yardsale, and his dad let him keep it.
I could never afford it and my mom would never let me have one anyways, the problem was that my brother was severely ADD ADHD & Bipolar so my mom wouldn't let him have a pocket knife and didn't think it would be fair to let me have one.
I had plenty of cheap knives that I kept at my dads house ( she understood the importance of father son stuff ) that I never bragged about or anything ,and I always discretely kept my grandfather's yellow Victorinox classic in my pocket but even if my dad wasn't cheap and bought me a Buck 110 I could never have carried it discretely around my mom / siblings.
Then by the time I was old enough to be earning money here and there raking leaves or washing neighbors cars...etc my brother who's 2 years older had turned 18 and could buy / help me buy knives whenever so we both spent a lot of our money at this store down the street.
Multiple times I was tempted to buy a $9 110 knockoff but just knew it would not be the same, I should have just saved for a real 110 but didn't quite know yet that it was really that much better than all the various cheap knives I could buy for that $40. I knew the real 110 was better than the knockoff at least, but I was still enticed by all the cheap one handed stuff.
Fast forward a couple years and my mom asked me what I wanted as my High School graduation gift, which I instantly knew had to be a Buck 110.
The day I brought it home I was proudly showing that beautiful shiny knife to everybody, I showed it to my grandmother and will never forget what she said.
" Those were the Sh.t back in the day, and you were nobody unless you had a Buck knife ".
She knew a lot of bikers and stuff back in the 60's-70's and so I suppose in her circles the Buck 110 may have actually been somewhat of a status symbol.
When I got the knife I took a dremel and put my initials in the handle.
Then a few years back my aunt bought me a metal stamp set and mentioned something about " you can even stamp something onto your knife there ", I said yeah maybe but could tell she was feeling like I didn't like the gift, so when I went out to my uncle's workshop to see the Go-karts he was building I brought those stamps along and stamped my 110 to show her how well they worked.
He didn't know what it was, but I instantly recognized it as a " BUCK KNIFE " and from that day I dreamed of owning a Buck 110.
A few years later another friend who lived next door to my dads house had found a Buck 110 in the cushions of a couch they had recently bought at a yardsale, and his dad let him keep it.
I could never afford it and my mom would never let me have one anyways, the problem was that my brother was severely ADD ADHD & Bipolar so my mom wouldn't let him have a pocket knife and didn't think it would be fair to let me have one.
I had plenty of cheap knives that I kept at my dads house ( she understood the importance of father son stuff ) that I never bragged about or anything ,and I always discretely kept my grandfather's yellow Victorinox classic in my pocket but even if my dad wasn't cheap and bought me a Buck 110 I could never have carried it discretely around my mom / siblings.
Then by the time I was old enough to be earning money here and there raking leaves or washing neighbors cars...etc my brother who's 2 years older had turned 18 and could buy / help me buy knives whenever so we both spent a lot of our money at this store down the street.
Multiple times I was tempted to buy a $9 110 knockoff but just knew it would not be the same, I should have just saved for a real 110 but didn't quite know yet that it was really that much better than all the various cheap knives I could buy for that $40. I knew the real 110 was better than the knockoff at least, but I was still enticed by all the cheap one handed stuff.
Fast forward a couple years and my mom asked me what I wanted as my High School graduation gift, which I instantly knew had to be a Buck 110.
The day I brought it home I was proudly showing that beautiful shiny knife to everybody, I showed it to my grandmother and will never forget what she said.
" Those were the Sh.t back in the day, and you were nobody unless you had a Buck knife ".
She knew a lot of bikers and stuff back in the 60's-70's and so I suppose in her circles the Buck 110 may have actually been somewhat of a status symbol.
When I got the knife I took a dremel and put my initials in the handle.
Then a few years back my aunt bought me a metal stamp set and mentioned something about " you can even stamp something onto your knife there ", I said yeah maybe but could tell she was feeling like I didn't like the gift, so when I went out to my uncle's workshop to see the Go-karts he was building I brought those stamps along and stamped my 110 to show her how well they worked.
