Long ago, when I was a young guy out living the adventure called life, I carried a Buck knife. Actually two Buck knives, my 301 stockman and a 102 woodsman. These two knives saw me through the 1970's, 80's, and the first half of the 90's. I wasn't so much of a knife nut back then, but I loved having a good knife on me. The Buck stockman saw me through my army service, and life after the military with lots of camping, fishing, and travel with a growing family.
After 25 years of steady and sometimes borderline abusive use, the stockman got retired, and I entered a knife knut phase of life. I experimented with all those 'other' knives and strayed from the fold. There was a sodbuster period, a peanut period, and a short lock blade period. The lock blade period was the shortest, as I had grown up with boy scout knives and old fashion two bladed jack's like barlows. I was used to having multiple blades on hand and having just one was too limiting. I'm probably the one person on the planet Earth who never liked the 110. Just never saw the logic of carrying a big brass framed knife weighing what a small boat anchor did, with just one single blade in it.
But the stockman was my knife. There was still always a SAK around in a bag, glove box of the truck, even the other pocket, but the pocket knife was a multi bladed affair with a decent choice of different blade shaped for different jobs. With my old Sear's 4-way keychain screwdriver and my old army P-38 in my wallet, I found I could do without the basic tools on a SAK pretty well. For a while I carried a Northwoods stockman with carbon steel blades. It was nice, but there was an itch that was not getting scratched. Like something half remembered flitting around at the very edges of the mind. Then I found this place.
It rekindled some of the knife nut thing for a few more years, but I found myself getting more pragmatic as I got older. I just wanted to go back to where I was before. A Buck stockman in a pocket. Now, thanks to JD Bear, a member of the forums, I have a 301 back in my pocket. It's been a bunch of years now, but it's erie how it seems so natural that it's like instant recall. I slip a hand into the pocket and feel the once again familiar outline of the stockman and it's like coming home from a very long strange trip. A very good feeling.
The 'new' stockman is a bit different than my old workhorse. The blade pulls are way easier, but I like that. As an arthritic social security recipient, some of my fingers and manual dexterity ain't what it used to be. I think even my old 92 year old Uncle Sonny can open this knife. I'm not real sure about the newer blade grinds over my old Camillus made 301 with the flat ground blades, but this knife does cut well. I've been carrying it everyday now for a few weeks, and it's done everything I threw at it. And I have to admit that the newer construction with the one piece bolsters and liners seem to be a stronger unit than the old ones. Some small differences, but it's still a Buck stockman.
The Japanese have a saying that life goes in a circle. That everything comes back around in time. I don't know much about Buddhist philosophy, but I do know one thing; I feel like I came home again. This time, I'm not leaving.
My 'new' Buck with another very old companion of decades. My old Ruger standard model.

After 25 years of steady and sometimes borderline abusive use, the stockman got retired, and I entered a knife knut phase of life. I experimented with all those 'other' knives and strayed from the fold. There was a sodbuster period, a peanut period, and a short lock blade period. The lock blade period was the shortest, as I had grown up with boy scout knives and old fashion two bladed jack's like barlows. I was used to having multiple blades on hand and having just one was too limiting. I'm probably the one person on the planet Earth who never liked the 110. Just never saw the logic of carrying a big brass framed knife weighing what a small boat anchor did, with just one single blade in it.
But the stockman was my knife. There was still always a SAK around in a bag, glove box of the truck, even the other pocket, but the pocket knife was a multi bladed affair with a decent choice of different blade shaped for different jobs. With my old Sear's 4-way keychain screwdriver and my old army P-38 in my wallet, I found I could do without the basic tools on a SAK pretty well. For a while I carried a Northwoods stockman with carbon steel blades. It was nice, but there was an itch that was not getting scratched. Like something half remembered flitting around at the very edges of the mind. Then I found this place.
It rekindled some of the knife nut thing for a few more years, but I found myself getting more pragmatic as I got older. I just wanted to go back to where I was before. A Buck stockman in a pocket. Now, thanks to JD Bear, a member of the forums, I have a 301 back in my pocket. It's been a bunch of years now, but it's erie how it seems so natural that it's like instant recall. I slip a hand into the pocket and feel the once again familiar outline of the stockman and it's like coming home from a very long strange trip. A very good feeling.
The 'new' stockman is a bit different than my old workhorse. The blade pulls are way easier, but I like that. As an arthritic social security recipient, some of my fingers and manual dexterity ain't what it used to be. I think even my old 92 year old Uncle Sonny can open this knife. I'm not real sure about the newer blade grinds over my old Camillus made 301 with the flat ground blades, but this knife does cut well. I've been carrying it everyday now for a few weeks, and it's done everything I threw at it. And I have to admit that the newer construction with the one piece bolsters and liners seem to be a stronger unit than the old ones. Some small differences, but it's still a Buck stockman.
The Japanese have a saying that life goes in a circle. That everything comes back around in time. I don't know much about Buddhist philosophy, but I do know one thing; I feel like I came home again. This time, I'm not leaving.
My 'new' Buck with another very old companion of decades. My old Ruger standard model.
