Goodbye to old friends (aka I'm an idiot)

sabre cat said:
Years ago I purchased a Buck 112 to replace the one that a mechanic stole when he was doing a brake job on my car. I had the knife sitting in a tray at the base of the dash of my Ford. The new knife just is not same, I still get pissed off when I think about it. It has been about 35 years and part of me still hopes that the punk grease monkey accidentally slipped and stabbed himself in his family jewels or something worse. Maybe he lost the knife and it was found by someone that gave it to their son or daughter and they now have wonderful memories using that knife on hunting trips of their own. One can hope.

After reading the above comments, I can see that I have had the wrong attitude all these years. I should have been using the new Buck and telling people why I have that knife and focus on all the great times I had growing up and using a Buck 112 on the hunting trips with my father.
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Thanks mate, I'm trying not to cling to the anger, I'm more disappointed in myself than anything. It's true I have Henry's memory to carry with me.

Thanks everyone for the words of wisdom. I really do appreciate it.

Sam
 
That sucks, I really feel for you, I lost three knives when I lost my wallet 2 years ago, Pat Crawford Frame lock, (bought from Pat) a Crawford Claw key chain knife and a gift from a member here, a stainless Damascus Masserin Spirit given to me by Totally Judy of so many moons ago, that one I miss the most.
 
I bought a S&M scout, redbone handles to carry new at my
wedding in 2008. Carried it every day no matter what, until
the day we were at the ballpark and I peeled and cut @ 12
oranges for my nieces and nephews. I guess it got knocked
off the bench while I was cleaning my hands, very hot day,
kids all over. That night I realized I didn't have it. Gone for good.
Back to a vic scout again, $5 at a yard sale, no sentimental value..
 
It was a restroom accessible by staff only, but there are over 350 people with access, and no CCTV unfortunately. The most ridiculous part is due to the serious fear of blades people over here have I can't advertise that I was carrying a knife, lest I incur the wrath of the powers that be. Whilst not illegal, the public perception is such I could put my job in jeopardy, so I stay mute.
 
Before I was into knives I repaired a car for an elderly couple who got into an accident. Although the gentleman was around 40 years older than myself we hit it off pretty good. They were very nice people. When I delivered their car to their house they invited me into their house. Offered me something to drink and some homemade cookies and showed me some of their lifetime collectibles they acquired and told me a few stories about some of them. They gave me a couple jars of old marbles to show to my cousin who knows all about vintage marbles. When I took the marbles back to them I gave them the information on which ones had some value to them and their worth. The elderly gentleman ended up giving me a victorinox that he had carried for years but broke off or cracked the scales and than re-scaled them with wood scales that he finished off fairly nice. About a week later his wife called me to tell me that they were driving into town the day after I was at their house and he pulled over their car and said something was wrong. He than slumped over and passed away right their alongside the road. I still have that knife and keep it in a safe place. It has very little if any monetary value but you could not buy it off me for anything.
 
I had an old slouch hat ( RapRap you know what that is) It was given to me by an old bloke with one leg who I passed by on way to work at my second fire station in Ashfield, Sydney about 29 years ago. We would always say Gday and have a quick chat about the footy or whatever was in the news. He was a WW2 veteran. After a while we became quite matey and told rude jokes an stuff. It made him laugh and call me a cheeky young ####. He slipped me 10 dollars and asked if I'd do him a favour and slip past the bottlo on the way and pick up a six pack for him. "Don't tell the missus tho Johnny!" he would say dead serious. So we had this kind of secret squirrel business going on for a few months. The beer went up in price but I didn't tell him and just put the rest in.
One morning he gave me a bag of hats. I took the bag because he offered and it would have been rude to refuse. In amongst these cruddy old hats was his army service hat -the famed Aussie digger hat or slouch hat.
It was kind of gunged up with old hair pomade goop remnants but in good condition.
Then he wasn't there anymore .
I kept the hat for ages but it got nicked out of my car. I cant remember his name either which is a shame. He was a sagely old bloke.

It does sound as though you have narrowed the list of suspects down to 350 which is good.
 
I carried the same SAK from age 13, when I bought it in Geneva airport duty free, through to when I lost it after removing a wheel - I'd had the brakes done, & the passenger side was making a hell of a noise. I lost, at the same time, my Leatherman. I never really cared that much for it as a tool, but my brother gave it me, had it engraved with (slightly oddly) the date of my 18th (21st?) birthday.

I was furious at myself - I'd left them in the carpark and gone into McDonald's to wash my now-black hands. The brakes fixed, I'd forgotten them...

They never turned up, despite being very distinctive.

I replaced the SAK and bought a Gerber.

A few years later the chain that 'fixed' the brakes went bust, amid some kind of scandal. Can't say I was sorry.
 
That sucks, man. I hope things work out, and you recover the knife. A chance to beat the crap out of the thief would be cool, too.
 
Oh gosh. I can just imagine how that feels, I'm really sorry to hear that dude.
 
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