How does your Folder make you Feel??

Gevonovich said:
My knives elicit a feeling of connection, to people, to adventure, the outdoors, nature. When I look at a fine old pocket knife, my mind wanders for a moment. I sometimes get the urge to make for the woods and commune with Nature. Its somehow my excuse, my reason, the provider of Will, of moving and doing. Other times, I sit and wax introspective. I think of some far off place it may have been, where it was made, the hands that made it, the life they must have lived. And sometimes, it makes me feel secure in the knowing...I have my knife...
And sometimes it leads me here to share in the meaning and the doing, the wanting and the making, the dreams and lives of all of you.
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Well said!
 
Gevonovich said:
My knives elicit a feeling of connection, to people, to adventure, the outdoors, nature. When I look at a fine old pocket knife, my mind wanders for a moment. I sometimes get the urge to make for the woods and commune with Nature. Its somehow my excuse, my reason, the provider of Will, of moving and doing. Other times, I sit and wax introspective. I think of some far off place it may have been, where it was made, the hands that made it, the life they must have lived. And sometimes, it makes me feel secure in the knowing...I have my knife...
And sometimes it leads me here to share in the meaning and the doing, the wanting and the making, the dreams and lives of all of you.
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I hope this doesn't stop others from posting but this is really a very very hard post to top!!
 
Carrying a traditional connects me to my dad, who will be gone 20 years this coming January, as well as my grandfather, who I remember had a yellow handled pocket knife to cut up apple slices for us kids as we sat on his lap or at his feet. Dad gave me his Barlow (Imperial) when I was 8, after I hounded him for it. I wanted to to play mumbly-peg with the rest of the neighborhood kids :)

Now that mom is gone too, I think the connection will be even stronger. I really need to pick up a TL-29, as I can't find dad's, nor his hawkbill. He didn't carry them, but they were always in his electrician's pouch. I remember that hawkbill being razor sharp, going through a piece of Romex like it was butter.
 
Gevonovich said:
My knives elicit a feeling of connection, to people, to adventure, the outdoors, nature. When I look at a fine old pocket knife, my mind wanders for a moment. I sometimes get the urge to make for the woods and commune with Nature. Its somehow my excuse, my reason, the provider of Will, of moving and doing. Other times, I sit and wax introspective. I think of some far off place it may have been, where it was made, the hands that made it, the life they must have lived. And sometimes, it makes me feel secure in the knowing...I have my knife...
And sometimes it leads me here to share in the meaning and the doing, the wanting and the making, the dreams and lives of all of you.
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You Sir, just spoke truth in a very pleasant and poetic way. It was as you were speaking out of my heart. I'm speechless and this means something...
 
I wasn't sure how this thread would go - it certainly means a lot to me!
All the heartfelt responses have made me feel as if we have a great brother/sisterhood going on here. We carry/use/love knives for all the right reasons, IMO!!
 
Charlie you always open the most thought provoking threads!! One of the many reasons I love this place. Can't wait to read more of all of your thoughts. Thank you to all who have comments on mine, I am thoroughly embarrassed.
 
Short answer, nostalgia. As a young man I never gave much thought to what I carried. Just carried what I had. For my teen and early 20's this was a Buck Ranger 112. It was my everything knife, fishing, odd jobs, chores, it did it all. That knife even followed me into the Coast Guard and was used while a deck hand until loosing it to Davy Jones locker. So when I carry one of my Rangers now, they seem to bring me back to those times in my mind.
Other knives elicit other feelings and thoughts. Take the TL-29, when holding or using this knife I am always brought back to the summer days working as a helper for my uncles in construction and painting. They had and used these knives hard, actually, they used them mercilessly as they were easily obtainable and cheap at the local Surplus store.
Nowadays I have many knives which carry a rather general nostalgic association to me. With the loss of Schrade then Camillus, and the dwindling availability of local vendors even stocking any traditional knives, it seems to me to be a thing that is disappearing with our generation, the daily carrying of a pocket knife. I don't feel complete without a pocket knife. I have carried one since I can remember, and it comforts me to reach into my pocket, touch my knife, and just to know that it is there...
 
My knives make me feel nostalgic. My grandfather introduced me to knives--Not as a collector, but as a farmer sitting in the breezeway cutting an apple. Once he gave me my first one, I was hooked.

My knives make me feel prepared. I don't feel prepared like the zombies are coming, but in the sense that I am ready for my day. I use them all the time for little and big tasks.

My knives make me feel like I am a part of something important. This one is a bit harder to describe. It is like a combination of history and elegance. I feel like I have my hand around something really valuable--quality, utility, history.

I think that sums up my feelings. :)

And the one in my pocket....

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How does your Folder make you Feel?

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I thought about this quite a bit since I saw this thread. I don't know how to say it but:

Carrying My traditional folders makes me feel good.

I feel prepared. Although I have never had to chop a tree down or anything (well, I have, but I used my truck hatchet.), but many situations do arise where a folding knife has been greatly appreciated or flat out needed.

I like how they look. I'm young, an didn't really grow up with traditionals, but something about the right patterns and handles just looks good to me, and it feels good to appreciate the aesthetics of a tool.

I just like it.
 
My knives make me smile. When I handle my Ebony Charlow, I feel lucky, and elegant. My Stag Peanut reminds me of time with my dad back when I was 12 years old, 48 years ago.

This weekend one of my daughters visited. I gave her my Ebony barehead single spear Boys Knife. She had asked me how to make a bow and arrow, remembering one I made her when She was 12, 16 years ago. I dont remember what knife I used then, but her comment was "you used to whittle all the time". Amazing to me what a lasting impression a couple of pieces of wood and a string left on her.

My knives make me feel like I can feed myself anywhere :-). This one reminds me of my friendship with Stich, as it was a gift from him:

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That picture makes me feel . . . . .HUNGRY!!
Delicious-looking, knife and snack!!
 
I carry this one for weeks at a time... I'm buying the wife a new camera for Christmas so I'll have better pics in '14 !

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Prepared is the feeling I keep coming back to. Simply having a pocket knife with me leaves me feeling better about the "what it's" that come up on any given day.
 


Calm.

My two blade Sheepfoot Charlow was the first Barlow I ever owned. It has been my constant companion, in my right front pocket for almost four months now.

For me it is more than just a tool. It is the ultimate worry stone. Stressful meeting, long day at work, bills to pay... A few seconds holding this beauty distracts me from the cares of the world.

Sharpening and oiling the blade gives me the satisfaction of knowing I'm ready for any job a Barlow can do. And it is as essential to me as my keys or cell phone.
 
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