Do you still have your first knife?

My first knife was a boot dagger with a rubberized handle. I was only a boy and I don't remember the make or model. Let's say around 1994. What boot daggers would have been around at that time?
 
LimpCroissant said:
That's a hell of a first knife. The ol' Mini Skirmish!

Edit: I've had a knife collection since I can first remember. It started with a swiss army knife, I can't remember the brand. Then I just kind of found and somehow acquired a small knife here and there. I used to have this cool small wooden box and I kept all my knives in it. Even back then I'd go to my knife box all the time and play with them. I mainly used them to whittle. I grew up out in the country and was always outside. My parents wouldn't let me hangout inside and watch tv or play video games. Even when I had a friend over they'd shove us outside haha. And for that I'm thankful.
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Yeah.. love that little thing. You know 20 years ago titanium handle knives are quite something :)
 
Mine was the Western Cutlery F66 Black Beauty.

The old Ben Franklin store with wooden floors kept the good stuff down in the basement, guns, knives, hunting, fishing and camping gear.

I was in awe every time my Mom brought me there for her purchases on the ground floor and afterwards I was allowed to head on down, staring in utter amazement as my imagination ran wild with all the adventures I would dream up while looking at those seemingly endless display cases and shelves, packed to the brim with gear.

I eyeballed that F66 for months. Proudly displayed with the other Black Beauties, safely resting behind the glass display door and calling out to me each visit.

Mom wouldn’t buy it for me, I had to earn the money myself. That I did, working my tail off doing every conceivable chore for not just our house, but every neighborhood house too. Took quite awhile for an 8 year old back in those days, but I finally earned enough for MY knife.

That Black Beauty sure was big on my hip and in my hand, but not a big as the smile on my face every time i looked, touched, carried, wore, and used it. I was so proud of that knife that I would tuck it under my pillow at night just so I could hold and touch it as I drifted off to sleep, no Teddy Bears for me.

Sometime around the end of Junior High School my Beauty suddenly went missing, absolutely no proof what may have happened, but I still have my suspicion to this day.

I miss that knife even now, but the memories it brings back always makes me break out into a grin.

Of course no picture, but this is the advertisement for it I found online.

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Ironbut said:
Well, kind of. My son has it.

Several years ago, after my Mom died, my brothers, sister, and our families got together to clean out her house & get things ready for auction. My son, who's 45 years old, came down from the attic with an old cigar box full of old Barlows, scout, and electrician's knives. Most had our initials crudely scratched in the handles. We always thought we lost those knives, but evidently, when we'd let them laying around, Mom would "put them away" for us.:) My brother & I looked them over, and decided finders keepers, and gave the whole box to my boy.
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Those knives are truly where they best belong! 👍
 
Late 60’s early 70 Case XX stacked leather Hunter w/sheath. Mowed lawns and performed odd jobs all summer to save up to purchase it just before hunting season. The following year I became proficient throwing it.
One day my brother and I decided to play chicken (the idiots version of mumblypeg (sp) ). A quick trip to the ER and my knife disappeared soon thereafter.
 
The potential for a nasty wound, that could be lethal...
But if we survive our Youth: we sometimes grow up to be reasonably decent human beings!
 
My first knife was a crappy multi tool and pliers combo that I received as a gift when I was about seven or eight. Over the next couple of years I used it very frequently, and eventually removed every single tool and blade from the pliers housing during my “tinkering”.

It’s now scratched to death, and only the pliers remains, but it’s still vaguely functional, and I have it in a cardboard box in a closet.

At some point early in my ownership of it, I got the bright idea to cut a hole in what was my family’s trampoline at the time. No reason, I just wanted a square hole.

I proudly showed my parents, “Look what I did!”

That was the end of my knife usage for a while.
 
coolbreezy37 said:
Does anybody still have their first knife? Whether they bought it, received it as a gift, inherited, passed down, etc. I still have mine, gift from my father when I was between 10-12 years old (can’t remember exactly). Buck 192 Vanguard from 1996. I’m 36 now. Stories about your first knife are welcome. If you don’t have it anymore, that’s ok, post pictures and stories about it. My father taught me everything survival related with this knife. I did my first real camping, hunting and fishing, with this knife.
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My father wasn't that generous with his gift, may he rest in peace. Nooo but because it wasn't really a gift, just something he had & gave it to me for some reason.. It was a long time ago maybe 15 years, i'm 34 now & (I do NOT consider it my first knife), but it is my first THING with a cutting edge I guess🤷‍♂️


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David Mary said:
What does this knife version of chicken involve exactly? :oops:
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Well, the original game you stand and throw the knife into the ground and a leg is stretched out to it and the knife is retrieved. Our improved version was facing each other about six feet apart and threw at the other’s foot. If you moved your foot, you were chicken. I wasn’t, and still have the scar to prove it. Knife went through the top of shoe and imbedded in the sole. Yeah, we were dumb kids. 🙄
 
My first knife injury was when I was an early teen, and my childhood best friend thought it would be funny to wave around our dull serrated kitchen slicer like a maniac, and pretend he was going to chop at me with it. Of course he assumed I trusted him so much that I wouldn't have the natural flinch response and throw up my hands - but I did, and caught the edge of the dull serrated kitchen slicer right on the thumb. Afterwards he said "you should have known I wasn't going to hit you for real". My bad, all my fault. :rolleyes:
 
Collection pic, somewhere around age 11. The Buck 112 was actually my second knife. First knife was a small 2 blade slip-joint that my grandfather gave me, right before the 112. It was given to him as a mining safety award, he gave it to me and I proceeded to carve my thumb in half with it. (for safety eh?... hold my beer) 😁... never did get that one back.

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