Found my lost knife...

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TRfromMT

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Misplaced my Spydie Gayle Bradley 2 the other evening. It fell out of my pocket when changing pants and landed in a pile of shoes in the closet. I knew it was home somewhere, because I remembered the last time I touched it before it went missing. I knew it would turn up sooner or later, so it was never really Lost lost. Sure enough, I spotted it last night after fruitlessly searching the house several times.

But finding it was almost as rewarding as getting a brand new knife! Better, maybe, because I really like this knife! Funny to be so pumped, but I am...

I maybe have found a way to save on knives... lose one and find it again later. Same sense of joy as buying a new one! Certainly more rewarding than having to replace one :D
 
I misplaced a Kershaw Launch 6 last year. It slipped off the foot of the bed. I kept looking for it on the floor, under clothes, rechecked my knife drawer.

It had ended up slipping down and getting caught in a nook of the bed frame. I only saw it by accident when I was shinning a flashlight under the bed and the red firing button caught my eye.

It is a nice feeling finding a lost knife.

I found a mini Texas toothpick I had lost in my girlfriend's car in high school when she cleaned it out to sell it our junior year of college. Luckily we were engaged by then so I got it back;)
 
Congrats! I lost my sunbrite beerscout In a friends couch for a few months. It was horrible. When I found it I yelled "YES!!" lol
 
I found my sak electrician the other day in a vest pocket that I hadn't worn in months. Was really happy about that. It was a gift from a member here so I was extra pleased to find it again.
 
I lost a SOG trident in the yard , I didn't look for it, the wife found it yesterday. I'll try harder to lose it next time!!! What a POS knife. It was a open box gift from the manager of the local Home Depot. I will admit, it weathered well.
 
Know the feeling.
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Sure Sentimental keepsakes are irreplaceable.
But look at it this way,
Having Loss an item
makes it far more precious
With constant flashback in thoughts and mind.
What better way to forever remember
something deep and meaningful
Through the emotional pain of great regret.
Hopes of Reuniting would perhaps
give rise to greater care, hopefully??!
 
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I have knives all the way back to my very first one. That was 56 years ago!. So I have a tendency to hang on to them! That doesn't mean that every once in awhile one doesn't get misplaced.

Finding a lost knife is like finding an old girlfriend... you know... the one you wanted to run into! It's almost exciting. Wait, it IS exciting!

Robert
 
Lost my BM Grip in a pile of snow during a snowball fight about 9 yrs ago. Actually, it was the day after my wedding at my mother's house with the family. Back then, i wasn't really a "knife guy" and it was the only good knife I owned.

About 3 months later, as the snow was melting, my father was walking up the path to the house from the driveway and something black in the snow happened to catch his eye. He had found the Grip, sitting there, frozen and just barely sticking out the snow like Otzi.

The next time we got together, he handed it to me, and there was merriment and rejoicing. The angels sang, and the world was a peace for but a brief moment.

Edit to add: it was no worse for the wear. Just a couple of itty bitty red dots that wiped off with an oily rag. I didn't even strip down to clean (mostly because I was stupid and didn't even think of cleaning a knife back then. Who the hell would clean a knife? What kind of weirdo do you think I am?). I dropped a drop or two of RemOil in the pivot and kept on chugging.
 
When I was 12, in hunting camp with my dad and several other guys, one night my dad was madly rummaging through all his gear. We askes what was up, and he simply mumbled, "Nothing. I'm just losing my mind." That's all he said.

The next day I was hunting the same piece of river bottom ground for whitetail deer that we hunted the day before. I came across the spot where my dad had field dressed a doe that he took the afternoon before. The pile was laying there covered in frost and frozen, and there was a nice Buck three-blade pocketknife that I instantly recognized as my dads. He left his knife lying there, which couldn't have been more out of character for my dad. At that time the knife was likely 20+ years old, and that was 35 years ago this fall.

I saw him later that morning and "presented" him with his favorite knife. He was clearly overjoyed at finding it again, and forgot that he elected to use his pocket knife instead of his hunting blade in that moment. That's when he told us that he had been stewing about it all night and simply did not know what he did with it. That's what the "losing his mind" comment was all about. I bet he commented on it 5 more times that day.

He still has the knife. It went on to field dress many, many more deer over the years.
 
I love this forum...! I'm glad you found it.. Whenever I misplace mine I am overcome with relief and joy when I find them.. I have even instinctively held one close to my heart when found.
That wears my 940-1 that's engraved with I love you Dada. From when my son was little age 3 he wanted to write on it for me for Father's day. I asked him what he would write, he said I love you Dada one one side and on the other - your my best friend. So I went with him and had it engraved... It was even still hard for me having someone engraving on s90v. But I'm so glad I had it done... My best knife by far. Close to my heart. Kids a chip off the old block at 7 now.
 
Glad you found your knife!

The only knife I have ever lost ... for a short time at least ... I was deer hunting and had to cross a fenceline but it was brand new and high so I slid under it instead ...

when I got home I found my sheath empty ... that night I thought about my whole day and my paths taken and figured that was where I'd lost it ... so first light next morning I went right there where I'd slid under the fence and found it.
 
True Story:

I lost a Spyderco Military in Iraq on patrol. As it was a gift from my wife I was ready to throw up. (She had even used a dremel to lightly engrave a heart in the black coating.)

About two months later we set up a TCP and my Spydie was sitting in a cup holder of a car we were searching. I asked him about it through the translator and the guy said he found it in in a ditch in almost exactly the same spot we were in patrol. I had jumped the ditch and I guess it fell out.
I ended up trading him about half my platoons cigarettes and a Gerber LMF for it but I got it back.
 
JJ_Colt45 said:
Glad you found your knife!

The only knife I have ever lost ... for a short time at least ... I was deer hunting and had to cross a fenceline but it was brand new and high so I slid under it instead ...

when I got home I found my sheath empty ... that night I thought about my whole day and my paths taken and figured that was where I'd lost it ... so first light next morning I went right there where I'd slid under the fence and found it.
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Cool story, but c'mon man. this is a knife forum. What knife was it?!?!?
 
XX years ago, I sat on a log on the Appalachian Trail eating lunch with my college roommate. When we got home, he didn't have his Buck 112. It was about a year before we got a chance to get back up to the AT. We found the log, brushed away the leaves on the ground, and there was his Buck. Not any worse for wear. I think I was as excited and impressed as he was.
 
Lost my ‘zaan twice. Once for a day, and this last time was for about 7mo.

First time, I noticed it was lost around lunch time, and spent pretty much the remainder of the day recanvasing my steps. Checked everywhere. Sick to my stomach. When I finally gave up, running out of daylight, I started to head home through the back shop and noticed it hanging on a spruce tree like a Christmas ornament. Had moved some spruces around off a truck, and the knife had pocket clip transferred from me to a limb of the spruce at about waist height. Once the shock, relief and excitement wore off I just stood there laughing. Funny thing is, I saw it from a distance of about 20’ away. Just hanging there.

This last time, I lost it and basically had written it off. Last I could remember I used it to cut some draintile for gutters. Went back and looked the next day. Had guys that were back on site keep watch. Pretty much gave up on it and did my best not to think about it for the sick feeling just sucks. 7 months of agony. Fast forward to Christmas time, and I’m cooking breakfast. My 4yr old comes down stairs and says “daddy, I have a surpwrise for you”. Look over and he has his hand out, “I fwound your knwife”. He opens his hand up and it’s my Zaan. Don’t know how it’s possible. Don’t know how he found it. Still don’t know where he pulled it from, but he did. I grabbed that boy up and squeezed so hard. He didn’t understand, but he is still really proud of it. Still asks if I “Bremember when I fwound your knwife?!?
 
Have someone go and hide your knives and then have an Easter knife hunt instead of an Easter egg hunt!(:--KV
 
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