I've got another one.
When I was 11 years old I went to the beach with my family. I brought along my first fixed-blade, it was given to me by a friend. It was a cheap knife (I don't remember the brand, or if it even had one), it was around 7 or 8 inches long, clip/bowie style blade, black plastic handle slabs pinned to a full tang, and a thin metal guard.
I knew it was cheap, but it was still a treasure.
So I was at the beach, crawling along the rocks on the side of a jetty (a long wide line of rocks extending out into the water). I was chasing the crabs that live in the rocks, and the knife fell out of the ankle sheath I had made for the knife. The knife fell down in between the rocks near the water line.
I could see where the knife was down between the rocks, it was down in deep, but I could have reached in and grabbed it using about half the length of my arm. But the water was rough and big waves were crashing in against the rocks, and I didn't want to get swept out to see. I tried to get to the knife in between waves, but it was no use and I had to abandon it.
I don't know what's worse, losing a knife and not knowing where, or knowing exactly where your knife is and not being able to get to it.
I never did get back to that jetty. And I've often thought about that knife over the years, sitting down in the crevice of those rocks, slowly rusting away year after year (carbon steel blade). There's no way anyone else would have ever found it, and there's no way the water could have pulled it out, so it just sat there. I wonder if it's still there now. Maybe just a thin piece of rust with two pieces of plastic pinned to it.
When I was 11 years old I went to the beach with my family. I brought along my first fixed-blade, it was given to me by a friend. It was a cheap knife (I don't remember the brand, or if it even had one), it was around 7 or 8 inches long, clip/bowie style blade, black plastic handle slabs pinned to a full tang, and a thin metal guard.
I knew it was cheap, but it was still a treasure.
So I was at the beach, crawling along the rocks on the side of a jetty (a long wide line of rocks extending out into the water). I was chasing the crabs that live in the rocks, and the knife fell out of the ankle sheath I had made for the knife. The knife fell down in between the rocks near the water line.
I could see where the knife was down between the rocks, it was down in deep, but I could have reached in and grabbed it using about half the length of my arm. But the water was rough and big waves were crashing in against the rocks, and I didn't want to get swept out to see. I tried to get to the knife in between waves, but it was no use and I had to abandon it.
I don't know what's worse, losing a knife and not knowing where, or knowing exactly where your knife is and not being able to get to it.
I never did get back to that jetty. And I've often thought about that knife over the years, sitting down in the crevice of those rocks, slowly rusting away year after year (carbon steel blade). There's no way anyone else would have ever found it, and there's no way the water could have pulled it out, so it just sat there. I wonder if it's still there now. Maybe just a thin piece of rust with two pieces of plastic pinned to it.