The peanut was my first non-SAK traditional pocket knife. I carried it for many years paired with an Alox Classic. During that time, it never failed to cut what I needed cutting. Not once did I find myself wishing I had a larger, more robust knife.
Then came the pull. My fascination with traditional patterns and my desire to try new ones. Experience them. Figure out why some of them have been around for a hundred or more years. I amassed various jacks, stockmen, coke bottles, gunstocks, tear drops, swell centers, whittlers, and more. I love my GEC 77 Yankee Jack. It's very similar to my grandfather's old Case jackknife he carried all his life.
But now that I am firmly into my fourth decade on this earth, I realized something.
I don't camp (though I do love hiking in the woods). I live a comfortable suburban life. I work in an office setting. And I go days...literally days...without actually needing a pocket knife. I mainly use my knives as letter openers, but that's only so I have an excuse to use them.
The peanut began whispering to me from my knife drawer.
I have about six or seven knives in any given rotation, and those "current users" go in their own drawer along with my watches. I swap some in and out of storage, but the peanut always remained. I couldn't bring myself to put it into storage.
Then, this past Saturday, out of the blue, my wife hands me a small object wrapped in familiar wax paper.
I immediately knew it was from GEC.
As I unwrapped the parcel and found the diminutive dogleg within, I smiled.
Somehow she knew.
I have found myself full circle.
It feels good to be back.