First knives

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denden891

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Just wondering what everyones first knives were, also how old were you and who gave it to you. Mine was a Buck 110, I can't remember but I am pretty sure it was a gift from my parents for my about my 13th? bday. I had the fun of cutting the hell out of my lip with it when I was about 14, requiring about 15 stitches! My parents could have died. To this day I don't know what happened to it and needless to say I don't recall get any more knives for bday presents! My Dad still frowns whenever I show him a new acquisition and asks, " remember what happened to your lip?" Of course that is right after, "How much was this one?" LOL :) :) :)

dENNIS
 
Dennis

My first knife was a Tawainese camper. It had a fork and spoon on either side that folded out. I don't remember any stiches but there was plenty of blood flowing. My dad is a knife nut too so I never get any reminders or how much.
I get High Fives and allll righttt!!!!
:D :D
George
 
My very first knife was one of those Imperial knives which were extremely inexpensive and sold everywhere when I was about 9 or 10. My first decent knife was a SAK which my parents bought in Switzerland when I was in high school. I have a couple of those Imperials,but not my original. There must be a million of them buried under school playgrounds. :D
 
Originally posted by Matches
There must be a million of them buried under school playgrounds. :D
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My first was a red swiss army-style knife from my dad when I was in elementary school. I used to run around my suburban backyard with it hanging from my belt. I remember only one warning from my dad, "Don't bring it to school." This was in the 70's and I remember vividly having no idea what he meant. I recall thinking, "Why couldn't I bring it to school? What did he mean?" He was a police officer, and clearly knew much more about the world than I did. Don't know where that knife went.

My next knife was the HUGE Wenger SAK with everything in it, a gift from my FBI agent uncle who was stationed in Switzerland. I broke the corkscrew on Nantucket years later and when I mailed it to Wenger they sent me a brand new one. I still have it.
 
Mine's an Ulster Boy Scout Knife I got from my Dad when I was in the Cub Scouts...I still have it and I carry it from time to time, too!

-John
 
I think I was around eight years old or so, don't remember excatly because that was about 38 years ago! But there was a girl in my class that was in love with me and her name was Vicky. Lucky for me I believed girls had coodies at that age. I say lucky because in Vicky's effort to get my attention she gave me a yellow handled Stockman one day! Looking back I am sure she took it from her Dad or one of her brothers. I was the greatest thing anyone could have given me. Time has erased all of the details, but I have no idea when or where it disapeared from my life. Maybe I lost it, maybe my Mom did't think I was ready for it. At any rate, three bladed Stockmen still have a special place in my heart to this day.
 
Mine was a big, super cheap ($3.00) Bowie I got from the hardware store down the street from my Grandmother's house in Westmoreland Ca. I was all of 10 years old back then and they sold it to me without raising an eyebrow.

Oh yeah, the scales were just sticks of cheap wood and they fell off pretty quick the way I was throwing it into fences and trees.
 
First knife I remember really well was a SAK I was given by my grandparents when I was in Boy Scouts. I don't remember the make, but it was definitely a good one. Like most first knives, it just sort of disappeared one day.
 
Mine was a little black SAK camper. It was presented to me as a gift from my aunt on a fishing/camping trip when I was a youngster.

I still remember standing in awe as the little components snapped shut and parked in such unity.

I would pop out the main blade, give it a huff, and shine the blade on my shirt every time I could find a use for it. Which was everything from opening bags of chips to whittling on sticks.

I violated her with my lust for other steel. She was replaced with some younger new eye-catcher. She stopped joining me on camping and fishing trips. I started leaving her in drawers and under the bed. Later she was handed on to my pop as a throw away knife for his work. He carried it every day on his mail route for about 10 years thrashing her all the while. Moves were made, winters came and passed and I forgot about my little SAK.

I moved to Seattle for a few years, got married. He remarried.

Then one day I was at his new house and I walked into the garage looking for something in his tools. There she was! I reached for her and the memories came back to me. How she was cherished and prized. Talked of constantly and brandished like Excalibur.

She was in a bad way. Neglected, beaten, mistreated, soiled with glue/paint and chipped. There was a grinding in her action, and the shield was all but worn away. Her tweezers and toothpick were but a memory and she had been sharpened (improperly I might add) only once or twice in 10 years of EDC! I mean in this condition most people might even walk right by her on the sidewalk.

I vowed to restore her for all I had let her endure. I carefully ground out the chips and deep scratches. Then I opened all her components and shook her vigorously under hot very mildly soapy water. She was already starting to come back to life! Next I probably gave her the best sharpening of her, or my, life. That coming from a guy that worked daily as the grinder boy at a busy cutlery shop in Seattle.

Next, out came the Neverdull then a thorough buff on a clean piece of cotton cloth. I blew out the grooves between her liners and locking mechanism with compressed air. Then she got a dose of white lightning on her aching joints. After a final buff it was off to the knife shop for new tweezers and a toothpick.

While waiting I couldn't help but look over at all the younger and less experienced SAK’s. She was their ancient descendant, somehow increased in wisdom as well. But those little campers with all their perfect edges and glossy shields would bring adventure and pride to so many other children.

She was brought up to the times with a bonus addition of a tiny "spiral" eyeglasses screwdriver that fit perfectly into her corkscrew.

I sliced a sticky note with obvious contentment to check my work, and as I turned to leave I found myself huffing on the blade then buffing it on my shirt. :)
 
When I was a kid my parents would take us to Rockaway Playland. There was a ring toss game. One of the prizes was a 'hunting knife' complete with sawtooth spine and jigged (molded) plastic handle scales.
I always aimed for the knife.
Finally won it when I was about ten :D
Sadly it rusted away in my tackle box :(
 
damn, I just reread my post.

The damn knut's velveltine rabbit!

Who knew a knife could choke a guy up?

I was forced to admit my emotional attachment to steel when my wife mentioned that my face blushed in public the first time I saw the Yarborough.

Doh:footinmou
 
Pretty sure it was this or very close:
Camillus Official Cub Scout Knife
"Three Blade Cub Scout Camp Knife" see
http://www.jaysknives.com/boyscoutknives.htm

We were only allowed to carry them ourselves after a safety course called "Tote and Chip", which, oddly enough, coincided with our First Aid merit badge. And I used to think my parents didn't know anything good.
 
My first knife I got was a small Victorinox SAK (large blade/small blade, bottle opener and can opener). I got it when I was 8 or so (am 34 now). I still have the knife! The Victorinox logo has worn out a bit and there's a small nick in the small blade, but for the rest the knife is in good condition.
 
My first was a Gerber Gator that was bought for me when I was 16.
 
My first quality knife was a BM42, before that my first knife was a Jaguar Classic
 
My first knife was a Hammer brand pen knife which sold in 1958 for 59 cents.I cut my little fingers to ribbons and Mom took it away from me never to be seen again.I know my older brother wound up with it.tom.:mad:
 
My very first knife was a Victorinox Classic with the LA Rams' helmet and name (that is, when they were still in Los Angeles) on the front scale. It fell out of my pocket and down into a floor vent over at my uncle's house when I was 7 or 8.

Other than that one, my first "real" knife was a Gerber AR 3.00 that my parents got me for my 16th birthday.
 
My very first knife was a Barlow slipjoint.

I was 10 years old when my dad gave it to me. I used and abused that knife, and still had it when my Dad gave me a Buck 110 knockoff from Pakistan. I was 15 then.

I still have the Pakistan knock off in my tool box, and it's relegated to cutting zip ties, belts & hoses, and things like that.

I've had various Kershaw's and Gerber's over the years, and I actually bough my very first high quality knife in 1995,(besides the SOG and Gerber multi tools, which were bought in '91)and it was a Benchmade 970 (CQC-7).
 
Originally posted by denden891
Just wondering what everyones first knives were, also how old were you and who gave it to you. Mine was a Buck 110, I can't remember but I am pretty sure it was a gift from my parents for my about my 13th? bday. I had the fun of cutting the hell out of my lip with it when I was about 14, requiring about 15 stitches! My parents could have died. To this day I don't know what happened to it and needless to say I don't recall get any more knives for bday presents! My Dad still frowns whenever I show him a new acquisition and asks, " remember what happened to your lip?" Of course that is right after, "How much was this one?" LOL :) :) :)

dENNIS
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My first one was a barlow single blade cheap with stamped metal bolsters and some sort of brown handle scales. I paid a quarter for it at a garage sale in my neighborhood. I was about 10 or 11. Mom found it in my pocket doing laundry and took it away, (after giving me the 3rd degree about where I got it). A couple of days later I went to another garage sale and bought a 2 blade jack with fake pearl scales for a whopping 35 cents. This was about in 1975 or 1976 when the big size candy bar was around 25 cents. Clearly a tough choice for a 10 year old. I was less careless about leaving this one in my pants pockets.

Drew
 
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