Does Your Knife Have a Ghost??

[Chris Keller]

By this, do you have a knife you will never sell because of a treasured memory?

My EK Bowie is one. I got it in 1990 and it was the third knife in my collection. I had owned other knives, but this one was special, as this was the first I ever got to collect.

In March 1991 I had it with me when my wife and I went to Las Vegas and got married in this all-faith chapel by this drunk preacher who had a serious case of lateral nystagamus. It was a great trip. I recall the Gulf War was going on somewhere in those months. My favorite song was "Get Here" by Oleta Adams. Whenever I hear that song, I am hiking again in the Mojave Desert with that Ek.

I also had it in late 1990 when we drove up to Beckworth Pass and Chilcoot, up near Reno.

It is still so beautiful, with the Micarta slabs and the three brass screws. The passing years are proving kinder to that knife than to me.

 

[Gollnick]

Some peoples believe that a spirit lives in every blade. I actually managed to capture one on film.

 

[TheBadGuy]

Unfortunately, every knife that ever meant anything to me is lost somewhere along the line before I really valued a decent blade. Now I find myself buying the same models I had or similar knives to the ones I had good memories with. It’s not the same, but the best I can do. I am forming new memories with knives in my collection now and in 10 years I am sure I will have a long list to add to this thread. So I hope no one will mind me bringing it out of the archives then with a BTTT. For now, let’s see... My Endura II was the knife I had on me when my son was born, so I will never sell that


This is WAY OFF topic, and I apologize ahead of time But Chucks pic reminds me of this auction they had on Ebay, I believe, where a guy was selling a coffee pot or something of that nature and he had a picture and there the guy was, buck naked in the reflection off the pot taking the picture. What a wake job

 

[TheSkinwalkeR]

BadGuy---I remember that....it was on snopes.com...that was gross....funny, but gross. Perhaps it was not a relfection but the spirit of the coffee pot. The fat, hairy, nekkid spirit.


In all actuality I truely subscribe to the personification of knives as companions. Like songs and faces they remind me of my experiences I have had while they were with me. It is the intangible attraction and bond we have with these tools that are thier spirit. The fact that they have shared and will share adventures with me, it adds to thier value. Thier scratches I know like the scars on my hands, they only get more beautiful with wear and use.

Correct me if i am wrong. Gollnick you know a lot about ....well...stuff , or even someone else can correct me....The ancient japanese would forge 2 identical swords from the same smelted steel. One was evil and would betray its master, its spirit contained the desire to break in combat at the crucial moment. The other was good and held all the loyalty, strength and durability that the once-whole steel possesed. May be BS....but it is a nice story. I like it.

Sometimes I find a knife that smiles at me. Not because of its design, heat treat, or materials....just because its smiles at me.



BTW Gollnick, nice photo! Me wantee balisong!!!!