Ever lose that special knife?

[Mountainwind]

I have a 165 I have had for about..... seems like 35 years now. I put it in storage a bunch of years ago, and today I decided to did out and sell a bunch of military gear I have accumulated over the last 20 years.
I started finding knives I have forgoten about, a gerber bowie, case kodiak, ek commando, glock field knife, repro 1918 knuckle knife, gerber gator and an M-16 bayonet.
But no 165............. This was a first good knife I bought as a teenage, and seems like a part of my childhood has been lost. It really sucks.

 

[thawk]

:grumpy: I hope it turns up. Good luck.

 

[Bob W]

I know how it feels. I had a box of my childhood knives that disappeared into the bottomless black hole of my parents' house. Found them many years later and it felt great!

My first knife was a 34OT given to me by my grandfather. I began carrying it to Cub Scouts and lost it. I immediately bought another identical knife (that I still have 30 years later), but that very first one is long gone. That taught me a valuable lesson about carrying knives, don't do it, unless it can be easily replaced.

-Bob

 

[Barry E Harris]

I know how you feel. I sincerely hope your knife turns up. I had an Ontario military folder that was near and dear to me fall out of my pocket when I was plowing a field. I planted it but no knife plants have sprung up to date. Once, I had a guy leave his vehicle, approach mine, and knock on my window. I thought I might be getting car jacked and had my right hand on the 1911 that was on my hip. He politely handed me the S&W S.W.A.T. folder that I had left on my bumper. My EDC is a Lakota Lil Hawk with G-10 scales. My wife bought it for me for my birthday several years ago. One tough knife. Not cheap by any means. Last year I used it to cut string to tie a deer to the carrier on the back of my pickup. I kept laying the knife on the bumper when I was tying off each piece of string. After I tied the deer down, I hopped in the truck, bounced out of the soybean field, through a ditch and headed down the highway. After about 35 miles at 70 mph, I pulled over to make sure my deer was riding okay. Lo and behold, my Lakota was sitting on the bumper. Glad I never had to have that conversation with my wife. I have been more careful since. Again, I hope you knife turns up.

 

[stockdog]

While coming off the mountain after hunting my buddy stopped, he looked out his side window and said get the hubs we will find out where that old road goes. We beat the rig through the brush and trees just to come out about a half mile back up the road, headed back down the hill and there in the road I sees a hunting knife just like mine! Stopped to pick it up and it was mine, remembered having it in the seat when he stopped to lock the hubs. Hope you find your.