I have a yellow peanut that was given to me by my wife and son a few years ago for my first father's day. Needless to say, this knife means a lot to me. I actually had a hard time making the decision to carry it at first, but I just really like being able to slip my hand in my pocket and feel it, no matter where I am, am think about my boy. Well, I was carrying it a few days ago, and had been out most of the day running errands and visiting family. Later that evening, while changing my clothes, I stuck my hand in my pocket, and my stomach immediately dropped.... I didn't feel my peanut. After tearing the house apart, and retracing my steps, it eventually turned up in my car. Thank God. So for now, she's back in the knife box until I get the nerve to carry her again. I can't imagine how I would have felt had it not turned up. So, have any of you guys had one slip out of you'd pocket, never to be found again?