I'm a little embarrassed to tell this story........
I grew up in the Orlando area. My father invested in property, orange groves, etc. He owned some land out on OBT ( Orange Blossom Trail). My uncle and family had moved to Orlando area after being disabled with the Chicago Fire Department..
My father and uncle came up with this idea to start a business raising hydroponic tomatoes and rabbits....yes rabbits. My Dad secured a contract with Winn-Dixie to buy the products produced. This was 1965 and I was twelve years old. That summer of 65 I worked this tomato/rabbit farm with my uncle.
Every day we drove down OBT to the farm and we would pass some orange groves with a very unassuming sign out at the end of of driveway (I remember it as a dirt road into an orange grove) and the sign said "Randall Made Knives". One day I talked my uncle into stopping. My friends and I loved to camp and build forts in the woods and I needed a knife. I left that day with a knife my uncle bought me.
Here's the embarrassing part......for the life of me I can not recall the model. All I remember was my mother was horrified when I showed her what Uncle Jerry had bought me.
I remember an incident with that knife.
I used to carry the knife in its sheath on my belt. It seemed like that sheath nearly reached my knee. I was running through the woods with my friends and for some reason I had the knife in my hand. I was running, swinging my arms and my dog, Tammy, was running along side. In that running motion, I accidentally struck my dog with the blade. All I remember is a lot of blood coming from above her eyebrow, a trip to the vet with Mom and friends and my knife being confiscated. I've never seen the knife since

I drop in at Randall Made Knives occasionally. The sign doesn't seem to have changed much and it brings back a lot of memories driving up that road.
I had no idea of the importance of Randall Made Knives until maybe ten years ago........still trying to find that knife
