I've come a very full circle in my life, and now I'm back where my father was.
I started out with a Camillus scout knife my dad gave me when I was 12. I carried that knife for many years, until I left home and joined the army. While in the army, I bought a Buck 301 stockman at the PX. For the next 25 years, that stockman was my daily edc carry knife. On camping trips, a sak would go along, but that was it. Then later in life, I got bit by the knife bug. I collected custom sheath knives from high end makers, especially from the American Bladesmith Association. This kept up for a while, and I also did a lot of buying of folders.
Then, little by little I started to ask myself what the heck I was doing. Then one day I looked at them and asked myself if I was nuts. Something happened, and I just lost my taste for them. Sold off every single one of them, and most of the high end folders, and never looked back.
Today, I'm happy as a clam in the mud with a Case peanut in my pocket and a sak classic on my keyring. I've got a few other pocket knives around, and a two sheath knives, and they do what I need just fine. I look back on my out of control knife accumulation days like I was in some form of temporary insanity. I still like knives, like em a whole lot. And I think it wisew to keep a sharp cutting tool in your pocket for life's little chores or even an emergency. But I keep it in perspective these days. I've got a handful of those special knives I really liked, and that's it. No more senseless accumullation. If I can't make it with 5 or 6 knives in my cigar box, the heck with it. At one time I had about 50 customs, now none. What I do have is regular working pocket knives like my old Buck stockman, a couple Case peanuts in different handles, an old pocket knife that belonged to a co-worker and friend who passed on. That's it. Just what I started out with a very long time ago.
Carl.