My first was the Bird's Beak Steel Heart II in 1994, shortly followed by the original Badger Attack.
Fun story about that first knife:
I was at home recuperating after heart surgery when the knife came. I was sitting in a recliner in the den, all 6'8" of me in an open pajama top with my nasty-looking, red scabby incision
down my chest on full display, along with three puncture wounds where the drains had been removed. I was holding the BB SH II, examining and fondling it. My daughter Kim, then an early developing 13 years old, walked through the den with a neighborhood boy in tow that I had never seen before. I noticed him eyeing me, the knife, and my prominent wounds. As they walked out I said, "Son, you should have seen the loser."
He never came back. Kim was furious with me, but laughs about it now.
That's funny, Mike! Do you still have those two?