Do you remember your First...?

My first knife was when I was 8.
A Rogers 1" blade penknife with faux MOP, and a bail.
It was for sharpening pencils, or even quills.

Still have the scar on my finger 45 years later, where it slid off the sharpening stone into my finger thru to the bone. So sharp I did not feel it, I remember being suprised at the blood. Then it hurt...

Dad confiscated the knife.
 
My first knife was a Sheffield-made Richards 'Little Chief' - Absolute piece of junk, but then I WAS only 7!
 
My first knife was a Victorinox SAK - the Huntsman model. I saved up and bought it when I was twelve. I edc'd it for most of 24 years, and I still have it (although I carry it less now). One day, my daughter will have it.

My first fixed blade was an Ontario USAF pilot's knife. I got it when I was about eighteen, not knowing that there were much better choices. I still have that one too.
 
I think my first knife was a Buck or similar Boy Scout knife. My second was definitley a Buck 117 or 119 fixed blade.... I lost it. My third was a Buck 110, and after almost 40 years, it's still somewhere around the house! I went to buying mediocre to good knives every several years.

BUT............. the knife that got me fired up and into a KNIFE-LOVING mentality was none other than a Bark River mini-Canadian...followed quickly by a mini-SKinner. Since then, it's been an addiction that I'm sometimes almost ashamed of! If it wasn;t for this Forum, convincing me there are other equally SICK PHSYCOS out there, I'd either have stopped or I'd be in an institution!
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Still have it.. ;) Been in my collection since 1975..the one that started it all..

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My first knife was a Sabre lockback with a 2.25" blade and black plastic scales. I bought it from the $3 bin at the mall knife store (when we used to have those) and carried it from about 9 til I was 16. I still have it but it's seen better days.

The day my addiction started: I was carrying a Buck Solitaire when I saw my buddy's Benchmade 710 and bought it off him on the spot. It's been all down hill from there.
 
I remember my first, light, curvy, and German. I was so nervous, so unsure of what to do. My palms were all sweaty and I could barely hold on. That's when the bleeding started.

Ah, to be five again.
 
Just checking back in, and I do remember it was actually my SOG twitch II that got me into sharpening, and my griptilian that made me buy knives that were of high quality.
 
What first got me into it was playing with my brother's Spyderco Police one day a looooong time ago. A few years later I bought myself my first knife, a Native. Funny thing is, while I have an ever growing collection, the Native remains the only knife I've ever bought for myself. All the others were gifts:D
 
Reswob said:
What first got me into it was playing with my brother's Spyderco Police one day a looooong time ago. A few years later I bought myself my first knife, a Native. Funny thing is, while I have an ever growing collection, the Native remains the only knife I've ever bought for myself. All the others were gifts:D
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Must be nice, I have to buy all of my knives, and the ones from online I have to "hide" from my girl.
 
Dad got my brother and I each one of those old Boy Scout knives that was so tight that our little fingernails couldn't open it. Later, a small single blade Boy Scout knife. Now that I'm all grown up, I have a Vic Ranger and a Barkie Mini-Canadian.
 
My 'first ever' knife was some two-bladed pen knife, with either real or fake ivory scales; about three inches long. I found it on the street when I was about 10. I loved it.

My first 'good' knife was a Buck 110, when I was about 14. My first lockblade, and one that I'd drooled over behind the glass display cabinet at the hardware store for months while I saved up for it.

My first great knife, might not be better than the 110, but I thought it was, was a Delica, which I EDC'd for a looong time. I think the 110 was where it all started though.
 
My first was a swiss army tinker w/ black scales when I was 9. I got a swiss army wrist compass at the same time. I wish I still had that knife and compass. Can you still get the swiss army compasses?

Second was a small Buck knife, like a minature 110. I cant rally remember the model, but I know its the first knife that bit me pretty good. Still got the scar 18 years later.
 
I was born and raised in California (1960). My Grandmother Lived in "Redondo Beach" and when I was around 6 years old I slipped out the back gate and ran around the neighborhood. Well this was without permission and when I was found my Grandma was Pissed. She made me climb an Olive tree a cut a branch she carefully picked out. She handed me a Black handled "Barlow" knife that She had carried as long as I could remember. I was only 6, so who knows how long She had owned it. My Grandmother was a "Meter Maid" in Down Town Los Angeles at the time and was always a bit Tougher then I remember other Grandmothers I had met through the years. Well after cutting the chosen Olive Branch, I climbed down and She took it from me and cleaned the little twiggs off by hand grabbed me by the arm and smacked my behind about 5 times mighty hard with it. I remember at that stage of my life it was the most painful thing I had ever experienced. She told me when She was done to go behind the garage and stay there till I got myself Right... I did as she said and I sniveled and cried for a bit then noticed I still had the Barlow in my hand. I walked up to Her in the garage workshop and tried to give Her the knife back. She told me it was about time I had some responsibilty. She said "I want you to keep that knife and bring here with you when ever you come over so you can help me in the yard" She had a Wonderful back Yard I still Dream about to this day! Well that was my first knife and I treasured it! I for the life of me I have NO idea what ever happened to it. But to this day I can't see a Barlow or variant of and not Grin like a Big kid!!! Granmas gone and the Barlows gone but that day is there forever....
 
Great story babakanoosh45 :thumbup:. Sorry to hear about your grandma and the knife, but wow, what a grandma. Mine would have taken my knife away if I were to have whipped mine out in front of her at that age, and yours gave you a knife :eek:.:)
 
Pointed said:
My 'first ever' knife was some two-bladed pen knife, with either real or fake ivory scales; about three inches long. I found it on the street when I was about 10. I loved it.

Mine was similar. Dad bought it for about three bucks at a Phillips 66 gas station.
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