Have you bought a knife and had immediate buyers remorse? The kind of knife that makes you wonder what you were thinking and wish you bought a case of New Glarus Moon Man instead. Shoot, at least you'd be drunk but all you got was a lousy knife.
With your head hung low you're taking your new knife on a walk of shame straight to the drawer to take up residence with unmatched socks, used up glow-sticks from a rave twenty five years ago, and the wife's laundry day granny-panties (you know the ones). It may be in the kitchen with loose AAA batteries, expired coupons, and little packets of syrupy unknown chemicals from Chinese take out. The kind of drawer that you when you move you don't even look in it - straight into the garbage bag.
Your knife might be there for a week or even months... lonely, forgotten, and never to be considered for use. No knife should be treated this way but many of us are guilty of this kind of abuse (which should void warranty). Maybe the dryer spits out a very hip lone argyle sock that you just can't toss and you take a trip to your drawer - you catch a hint of righteous FRN from the corner of your eye. Or, maybe you and your wife just had a talk about why you need another knife when she doesn't think you use all the knives you already have. Possibly you just read another post by some poor schmoe that just doesn't understand what a Spydie Hole is.
Against your better judgement, you quickly grab the knife, clip the knife it to your pocket and go about your day. You cut up an apples for your kids. You open a Priority Mail® package (that came in two days!! whoop whoop!!) containing a new knife of course. You obsessively fondle it on the couch (lol). What's this? The scales feel like they were custom fit to your hand. The blade shape just seems to work for you and you've had a zen moment. You've put your steel snobbery behind you (just this once
) and the edge is holding up. BOOM, before you know it, the once rejected knife has been with you for a week, totally crept up on you, and earned its place in your EDC rotation. Of course, you pat yourself on the back (you did choose an awesome knife after all) and run to forums to let all your knife homies about about this sleeper knife. Man, you just got to take some pictures too. You dig the heck out of this knife and your only regret is that it took you so long to appreciate it.
Well, I gotta thank my wife (I love you), that stupid sock, and all the schmoe's out there: I dig the hell out of my Byrd Cara Cara 2. In the last year or so it's carried as much as my Mini-Grip or Delica.
What knife totally crept up on you? What made you decide to give it a another chance?
TL;DR: Buy a Cara Cara 2 AND have beer money left.
With your head hung low you're taking your new knife on a walk of shame straight to the drawer to take up residence with unmatched socks, used up glow-sticks from a rave twenty five years ago, and the wife's laundry day granny-panties (you know the ones). It may be in the kitchen with loose AAA batteries, expired coupons, and little packets of syrupy unknown chemicals from Chinese take out. The kind of drawer that you when you move you don't even look in it - straight into the garbage bag.
Your knife might be there for a week or even months... lonely, forgotten, and never to be considered for use. No knife should be treated this way but many of us are guilty of this kind of abuse (which should void warranty). Maybe the dryer spits out a very hip lone argyle sock that you just can't toss and you take a trip to your drawer - you catch a hint of righteous FRN from the corner of your eye. Or, maybe you and your wife just had a talk about why you need another knife when she doesn't think you use all the knives you already have. Possibly you just read another post by some poor schmoe that just doesn't understand what a Spydie Hole is.
Against your better judgement, you quickly grab the knife, clip the knife it to your pocket and go about your day. You cut up an apples for your kids. You open a Priority Mail® package (that came in two days!! whoop whoop!!) containing a new knife of course. You obsessively fondle it on the couch (lol). What's this? The scales feel like they were custom fit to your hand. The blade shape just seems to work for you and you've had a zen moment. You've put your steel snobbery behind you (just this once
) and the edge is holding up. BOOM, before you know it, the once rejected knife has been with you for a week, totally crept up on you, and earned its place in your EDC rotation. Of course, you pat yourself on the back (you did choose an awesome knife after all) and run to forums to let all your knife homies about about this sleeper knife. Man, you just got to take some pictures too. You dig the heck out of this knife and your only regret is that it took you so long to appreciate it.Well, I gotta thank my wife (I love you), that stupid sock, and all the schmoe's out there: I dig the hell out of my Byrd Cara Cara 2. In the last year or so it's carried as much as my Mini-Grip or Delica.
What knife totally crept up on you? What made you decide to give it a another chance?
TL;DR: Buy a Cara Cara 2 AND have beer money left.
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