How did you find your Becker? Or, how did you become completely obssesed?

After a traumatic blow to the head, I woke up in a twenty-foot pit in some freak-show's basement. Once a day, a voice from above would lower skin cream down to the bottom with a raspy "It puts the lotion on its skin." After three weeks of that fresh hell, a dramatic CIA rescue enabled me to return to the civilized world. First thing I did was buy a BK-2. No joke. On the plus side, my skin has never been so supple.

This is also the story of the first time he met Moose.
 
I thought all those pictures had been destroyed.
 
I have been collecting knives for twenty plus years and I realized that most of the knives I collected in my early years were all made in either China or Taiwan... I started looking at American made knives for bushcraft/survival and these stood out to me above all others because of my predisposition to Ka-bars and their associations with the military. Got a BK2 and have been in love with it ever since. Just added a BK7 and I am officially hooked... no looking back. Up next is a BK10...

...and then a BK9, I can't not have a BK9.
 
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