Wow, a tough choice!
If I had to, for sone reason walk out my door today, and not come back, I'm going to be doing some severe wrestling with myself. I think in the end, it comes down to two knives.
There was actually a period in my life where I lived pretty much with one knife. From 1967 to about the early 90's, my Buck 301 stockman was my go-to knife. It traveled all over the place with me while I was on Uncle Sam's quarter, and while raising a family. That knife gave me a heck of a lot of service in some far off places, and I had totaly trust in it.
About 1990 or 91 I got into soddies. The 90's were my sodbuster years. Case, Eye-Brand, Kissing Krane, a no name. When I took off for my cross country and back motorcycle ride in 2000, I knew I was walking out the door for a month or so, and was going to be far from home with little more than was in the saddle bags or my pockets. I took my Case yella CV soddie. While on the road, it dd everything I needed, from cooking to shaving off damp bark on the juniper the morning I crawled out of my tent in Southern Idaho to find it had raiined durring the night. I wanted a little fire to make my morning tea, and the soddie helped me get to dry wood.
I'm a little inclined toward the yella cv soddie. It just does so much, and is easy to open with gloves on. At this stage of my life with arthritis, thats an important consideration. I can pinch open a soddie, but can't do that with my old stockman.
I guess I go with my Soddie.