Cool stuff! Thanks for that. I was the grunt. You know, the kid they said to get this or that or my least fave, 'crawl up in there and let me know what you see!' cause not a one of them would have fit in the hole usually and I'd be the one forced up in there with the coons and whatever else lived there! To me having that big ole knife on my belt, and to me then it was a big ole thing too, but to me it was like a reassurance. I could't shoot the things I saw, and even if I had a gun I couldn't but I had something anyway. Never had to use it but you know as a kid up in dark spots, well, it may as well been a cave. My dad thought I was just going through the puberty thing wanting bigger I think but I had my reasons for wanting that knife and it had little to with whittling on the back porch. It was more about wanting some sense of security when they made me crawl up in some ungodly place. I did my first plumbing repair that way under a house in a crawl space listening to Larry the store owner and plumber give me instructions from laying out the tape over the threads to how tight to make it based on the loudness of my grunts I guess. This went on for a while and usually uneventful but one day I was not going to be so lucky. It was working a job like that when an opossum came up behind me in one of those tight spots when I was working and it brushed by me scarying the daylights out of me. I don't recall how long but that was the day the thought to get me something to protect myself with first entered my head. I have to admit the Buck 110 or Ranger was my first choice as I recall. I just didn't have that kind of money to spend and the Cam-Lock was just as big, I liked the blade better and it was half the cost!
