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squad314

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Anyone ever had that"awww man"feeling of losing a knife.Heres mine.In January,four friends and I went climbing to Mount Washington N.H.The night before I carefully packed my gear and gave alot of consideration to where my CRKT M16-10F would be safest,yet still accessible.Due to the fact that as conditions and temps change on the mountain,layers are donned and doffed,I chose the top lid of my pack as the spot.The climb was great,and that evening we returned to our hotel to unpack and relax.When it came time to go out for supper I went for my knife to assume its posistion in my right hip pocket.I looked in my pack and there it was....gone.After a frantic search,the insistance that my buddies do the same,a call to the interpretation center at the mountain,a call to the front desk,and a complete search of our vehicle,I faced the fact that it was lost.The next day we set out for home,but only after a stop at a great knife shop in North Conway.Now I came here with a knife,and I'm a go'in home with a knife was my attitude.After careful consideration,I decided on my first Spydie-a Navigator that has become my EDC.Naturally knife buying is contageous and all my pals bought new ones too.Not willing to let it go,I've been moaning and complaining to anybody who would listen about how bad I felt and careless I was.Last week I undertook what I decided would be my final search.I called the hotel and mountain again to check thier lost and founds-no luck.I also did one last look at all my gear I had that weekend.Pack,softshell,hardshell,and even goggle bag-no luck.However while literally standing in my bedroom scratching my head i wondered if the Gore-tex pants I was wearing that day,and had puchased on that trip,had a pocket on them.I went to the closet and found where they were hanging,and whats this,a pocket on the bib.Just to say I did, I grabbed the bib and in it I felt a familiar lump.To my amazement there it was.Obviously at some point I moved it and forgot doing so.To say the least I was thrilled and ran to call my friend who was with me on the trip,and gave me the knife to begin with, and he was as happy as I was.Are there any other lost and found stories out there?
 
I'm always misplacing something, but it usually turns up. :) I couldn't find my Surefire E2 flash light for the longest time and my wife finally found it when cleaning the house. It was on my dresser she said, but I know I looked there, but it was probably behind a picture frame or something. :)
 
I have a similar story, though it didn't end as well (sorry about throwing a wet blanket on this thread).

When I was around 12, I had some el-cheapo Imperial stockman that I'd bought at the local drugstore for the princely sum of three or four bucks. Somehow I managed to lose it while I was walking through a field a few hundred yards from the house. On the way back home I stuck my hand into my pocket to take the knife out and once again lovingly fondle it, and it wasn't there!!! Horrors!

I immediately went back and spent HOURS walking through that field looking everywhere for it, a feeling of impending doom welling up inside me, and it was with the most melancholy resignation that I at long last had to admit defeat. I kept telling myself that it wasn't the end of the world, but having carried a knife all day, every day, since before starting first grade and never that I can remember ever losing one before, it was a very bitter pill to swallow.

To this day, more than three decades hence, it remains one of those defining moments in my childhood.

If I were to lose my Manix, I'd probably have to get counseling.

All that to say that I can identify with your joy!
 
I was working at a hotel as MOD/Security (Manager on Duty), and I was walking the grounds in the wee morning hours when the sun was coming up. My wife called about something or another and as I was walking I went to my pocket to check for my Mini-Pika, EDC at the time. Now, this is the second higher-end folder I've owned and my FIRST BM. And recently having to be dressed up all the time, had to carry it a little higher in the pocket than usual. Guess what? It wasn't there. I quickly got off the phone with my wife and began a THROUGH search of every square inch of the lot. You must take into consideration, I was a Grunt, I've been searching for little pieces of brass in the middle of the woods; so naturally you would think a 3.5-4" knife in the middle of a parking lot would be a cinch, right? WRONG! I scoured that parking lot like a withdrawing crackhead that just lost his rock and NEVER found it! I've no idea where it went; my best guess is that it just fell out as I was putting my hands in my pockets, someone must have seen it, said 'SCORE,' and walked away.

This does end happily, I asked my wife to get me another and she did so that very day, and brought it to me.:D With, a couple exrtra accessories for my new truck. IDN'T SHE GRAND?!:D
 
One thing I forgot to mention in my original story was this.The first owner of this knife lost it temporarily too.While shoveling snow at his in-laws,it came out of his pocket and could'nt be found.However,four months later when the snow thawed,there it was.I've got to keep my eyes on this little cricket,he likes to take holidays.
 
The knife I carried as a child....an old military style Sansoucci....stacked leather handle...6" blade (yes...we were allowed to have knives then) came up missing years back.....I always wondered where it went.

Fast forward 25 years....and old friend brings me a knife he found near buried in his dad's garage....assuming it is mine because my name is on the sheath....sure enough...my old knife. :thumbup: Still as rusty as ever....but when your 10 that little knife was as big and bad as Rambo's
 
One Christmas about 10 years ago I went into a pawn shop to get my mom secondary VCR but clerk told me that the remote and instruction manual were across town at their other store. I decided to save time I would just run over and get pick it up. While waiting for them to find my stuff I was poking around looking in the cases when I saw a very familiar looking custom bowie with ironwood handle my grandfather gave to me. AND IT WAS MINE! Somebody had stolen it and I didn't even know it was gone.

The odds of me finding that knife in a city like Denver are staggeringly low. They had had it out for only a few days and the owner said he was thinking of keeping it. They had a $90 tag on it. They no idea absolutely no idea how much it was worth. lol
 
Richter said:
One Christmas about 10 years ago I went into a pawn shop to get my mom secondary VCR but clerk told me that the remote and instruction manual were across town at their other store. I decided to save time I would just run over and get pick it up. While waiting for them to find my stuff I was poking around looking in the cases when I saw a very familiar looking custom bowie with ironwood handle my grandfather gave to me. AND IT WAS MINE! Somebody had stolen it and I didn't even know it was gone.

The odds of me finding that knife in a city like Denver are staggeringly low. They had had it out for only a few days and the owner said he was thinking of keeping it. They had a $90 tag on it. They no idea absolutely no idea how much it was worth. lol
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Wow! So what happened?????
 
Well I told the guy (who was the owner) that the knife was definitely mine and it was recently stolen. He told me I could buy it from him. I told him to hold it for me and I went to the police station and filled out a report. They sent a detective over and picked it up. 3 months later I got a letter telling me I could pick it up from evidence. (I would have gone back and bought it otherwise it's worth 10x that to me)

Apparently a neighbor kid had broken in and taken it. Nobody would have ever known had I not stumbled in there that day.
 
I carried a Buck 501 Esquire for a long time when I was in the Air Force. We used to go rock climbing about every weekend down at Carbondale Illinois (Giant City State Park). I remember one trip vividly because we had climbed up a steep cliff side to get to a point to take a break to eat and relax in the sun and I took out an apple and reached for my Buck. This was before the days of pocket clips and one hand openers. So, I had chalk on my hands and and wiped them off and when I did I bumped my knife off my leg where I sat it. Of course it was opened up and I watched it fall about I don' t know how many hundred feet down.

We finished our climb and I repelled back down to look for it. We both looked until dark and I never saw it again. I was depressed the whole way home. Looking back I don't know why. The knife was always dull and never did take an edge that great but I liked it fine. It was a bad day that one. I picked up a new one the next day and lost that one years later also. These are the only two knives I've ever lost. Both the same exact model too. I quit carrying that model and have had good luck since.
 
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