I grew up on a farm and came from a very traditional family. We went to church every sunday and sunday night, got up early for the work day, and worked hard all day. My first knife was a Barlow from a flea market called "Trade Day" in Collinsville Al. and I got it when I was 5 years old. My grandpa gave me a small stone as well because," if you are gonna tote a knife, you need to keep in honed. I ain't got time to hone it for you so learn how to keep an edge on it." I did and I still freehand sharpen all my knives to this day. When I was 14, I bought my first real knife with money I earned myself. It was a Case XX 11031 SH and I got it at Trade Day as well. I carried that knife for well over 20 years and the blade is over 50% gone from sharpening and such. I used it hard for everything and I mean everything. It has field dressed over 100 deer and more squirrels, rebbits, dove, and quail, than I could ever remember. It was my ever present companion.
I got caught up in the tactical craze and carried a one hand opener with a pocket clip for a few years, and they are great knives, but to me, they have no heart. They are "just knives". I never held one and developed a bond with it. They have their purpose and I keep a couple on hand for their particular job, but still no bond.
I went through my knives the other day and found my old friend that was long since retired. The memories began to flow and I got lost in alot of fond yesterdays. She is so dear to me that I bought several, one for each of my children and my wife, to be given to them when I leave this world as they always ask where the "old wood handled knife" is when they come over. I've carried each one of the new ones for a while and I hope they will bring fond memories of me to my kids when they hold them.
This has been a hard year as I lost my dad in Feb., and my mom just last month. The last gift my mom gave me was a joint gift from my mom, my wife, and my daughters, and it was supposed to be a Christmas gift, but my wife gave it to me early so I could remember my mom and carry it. To my mom, a 25.00 knife was "high dollar" so to give me an expensive knife was a true honor. The gift was a Case /Bose slimline trapper and I had asked the question to ya'll here about carrying it daily. When I pulled out the old friend and all the memories began to flow, I knew I had to carry it and make new memories to treasure later in life. And when I leave this world, may whoever inherits this knife will hold it as dear as do I. This knife has tons of heart and soul, and a piece of my mom's heart as well. I miss her so very much and think about her daily....and when I take out my pocket knife I smile and tell her "thanks for the high dollar knife mom, I'lll take care of her".
Thanks for letting me ramble....Jim