Someone just wrote me and asked me this the otherday about how I got into making folders. When it comes to knives, folders are all I've ever been interested in to be honest. Fixed blades for some reason just never much appealed to me.
When I was just a youth my father bought me my very first folding knife. Well, technically it was not my first knife but my first new folding knife. My grandfather and uncle had each given me one earlier but up until this point of my father's knife to me all were hand me downs well worn and completely unreliable, dull and uninteresting to such a curious joe as myself. I had to be around 10 at the time. I remember my father telling me as he handed it to me that he wanted to get me a 410 shotgun but that my mother wouldn't let him. I got my first shotgun at a 11 so I had to be 9 or 10 I think.
The folder my father gave me was different than any other I had seen. It had a lock and up until this point I had not ever seen a locking folder before. Nor did I know that such an item even existed. I immediately took great interest in it and every aspect of how it came together. It was a locking Ka-Bar as I recall and I loved that knife. Within a week I had taken it completely apart and proudly displayed all the parts out on the dining room table for my father to see when he got home from work. It was quite a spectacle to him I guess, as it led to my very first and most memorable spanking.
He felt terribly I think when he saw that I was perfectly capable and comfortable in putting it back together good as new. It was then that my father noticed I had extra pieces and figured out that I also copied all the parts, including the blade although the grind was not that good and the body quite primitive at the time being my first ever attempt. I'd have been off the hook with an apology from my father for jumping to conclusions I think at that point had my father not asked me the one question I was praying he would not ask me. Of course he did ask me that question, 'where did you get the stuff to do that?" Of course I had to confess at that point that I copied each and every piece of the folder from a file, and a spark plug gapper tool and two of the thicker pieces out of the gapper and rivot they pivoted on that appealed to me as well as some other misc.parts of other tools I had to take apart that were all found of course in his tool box. All of which ultimately led to my second spanking. I cried big tears that day and as I recall there was a grounding in there somewhere too.
Ironically with the pain of my first experiences at knife making it is a wonder I continued but by the age of 16 I was already quite accomplished at not only making a folder but pretty much copying anything I saw and liked with nothing other than a simple picture. I am fortunate in many ways that I grew up near a couple of knife makers that took me under their wing for blades and how to do some of that but neither of them knew anything about folders which was my passion. Once I got my first truck and found a girl friend all my knife making went on hold for many years. I didn't get back into it until my early 30s and then very much so in my 40s when I was winding down quite a bit and not as active as I once was which takes me to present day as I approach 50. I'm still as much in love with the folding knife today as I was as a youth. For some reason folders have always been my first love.
STR