I had two people ask me about my BK2 just today as a matter of fact.
As mentioned in a previously located Becker sub-forum thread, I bought my wife a new carry piece, a Kel-Tec PF9. I got off work yesterday (now) morning and we loaded everything up to go to the range to run a hundred rounds or so through it to break it in. I was tired and she was in a hurry, and somehow we forgot to grab the bag with the parts in it for setting up two target stands. Remembered that just as we were pulling into the open-air range that's situated in a National Forest recreation area about 20 miles from the house. GW asks if we should go back for the stands, and I'm like, are you kidding me? I gotta sleep sometime today! We'll make do.
So we're getting stuff out of the Jeep and GW sees a fairly large box that could serve as a base for stapling targets onto, which we did, and walked it out 7 yards or so from the firing line. A little low, but it'll do. As I'm supervising GW loading her new gun, I see the box get blown over out of the corner of my eye. GW's like, "Shit! Why don't we just go get the stands!?" Nah, Baby Cakes, we'll make do.
I'm looking around and notice a bunch of 1 x stakes all over the place. The guy shooting a few lanes down from us suggests staking the box in the ground. He pulls out a Kershaw Leek and says he could whittle up a sharpened end for me if I wanted. I pull my vest back exposing my 2 in its new Volclae sheath and say, "Great idea, but I got a knife thanks." He says, "Holy shit! I guess you DO! Whatcha got there?" As I'm sharpening one of the stakes I say, "It's a Becker BK2. Here, take a look." I hand it to him and he asks if I care if he tries it on the other stake I was gonna sharpen. "Have at it man." A few seconds later I had my two sharp sticks and the guy kinda tags along as we go to drive 'em into the box and the ground. There was another shooter a couple of lanes down the other way from us and we waited for him to call clear as the guy tagging along, GW and I made small talk. When the shooter called clear, the three of us walked out to the box, set it up, and tag-along-guy asks if I had a rock or something to hammer the stakes with. I say nah, I think this'll work, as I take out the 2 again and start hammering with the pommel. Kinda tore up the top of the stakes, but Hell, all I needed was an inch or two into the ground just to hold 'er steady. Tag-along-guy says, "Man, what did you say that was again?" "Becker BK2....." Just as I was saying that, the shooter that had just cleared the firing line yells out, "Is that a BK2?" "Yeah man, it is." So he walks over and now the three of us are standin' around talkin' Beckerese. Firing-line-is-clear-guy owns a couple of older ones and says he's been thinking of getting a BK2, and tag-along-guy is like, wow, I don't think I've ever even heard of 'em before, but damn man, that is a fine knife right there! Finally GW says, "Are we ever going to shoot today!?" The two other guys give me a kind of "I-feel-your-pain" look and make a quick exit back to their respective lanes, and GW and I had a great morning of shooting. I'll bet two BK2's get bought within the next couple of days. At least one. I even told 'em where I got the one I was carrying, so Tom, watch for orders headed for North Alabama, they might be a referral from me!
Now I'm back at work, still carrying a gun and still talkin' Beckers. Some things never change. LOL
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