I was gift a yeller cv peanut here on the porch several years ago and it has proven itself to be a very dependable pocket knife that puts an end to cardboard as well as a razor knife. The ONLY reason it doesn’t live in my pocket is that for over 45 years I’ve carried a Med stockman and just don’t feel right without one. But honestly I look forward to the day that little peanut becomes enough.
It all really comes down to what you're used to. Personal perception is a powerful thing.
For 25 years before I became a knife nut, my EDC knife as a Buck 301 stockman. At 3 7/8th inch size and three blades, it was a decent size knife. My other knife was my Wenger SI, the Wenger equivalent of a pioneer. At 3 1/2 inches and a Boy Scout layout, it also was a decent size knife. These were my go-to pocket knives for a few decades.
It wasn't until after dad passed away and I was getting ready to go to work, for some reason my eyes lingered on his old very worn Peanut that was in the tray on top of my dresser. I felt an urge to drop it in my pocket for the day. It was in my coin pocket as I left the house.
In the course of the day, I had to open some boxes of parts to be modified on the mill, and I took out the peanut and it sliced soooo well through the taped up cardboard. I was a little amazed at how clean it cut. Had always felt a bit of disdain for th tiny thing, but actually using it was a little eye opening. After a bit of carrying dad's little knife I went out and got a peanut of my own. It was the start of my downsizing. An enlightenment.
At first the little 'nut was teamed up with my Buck 301 for backup for the stuff that I was sure the little knife wouldn't handle. But...that scenario didn't appear hardly at all. Rope, cardboard, packages, fishing line, small branches for hot dog sticks and whittling, all got cut with no problem. The only thing I found the little pocket knife not quite up to was food items like a loaf of bread on a camping trip, thick sandwiches to be cut in half, and the like. But in the kitchen I have kitchen knives and on campouts and woods I have a Buck Sheath knife on my hip. So, no problemo.
Little by little, the peanut gained my trust, and one day, after some trepidation and deep thoughts, I deliberately left my trusty old Buck stockman home and walked out the door with just my yella 'nut. Life went on, the sun still set in the west that night, and I learned what my dad knew all the time.
I don't remember how long I did the "experiment" with the peanut, but one day I dropped the old Buck 301 back in my pocket and was amazed at how it felt like a brick in my pocket and ungainly in my hand. I had adapted. Had go used to the little legume. Like getting used to a scalpel and then went back to a meat cleaver. I realized that my "big" knife days were over. I remember thinking "Okay dad, you win."
Now I'm used to small precise cutters and like the thin little blades that glide through stuff. So beware you guys, once you go small and get used to it, you never go back.