Yeah, well you like 1911s too, so that makes you a reprobate anyway. Oh wait. This is the traditional folder. I guess reprobate would be redundant here.
Anyway, if you're gonna carry one, that's a nice one.
My mamma's people come from a similar place as Wouldestous described being raised. Her folks come from SE Kentucky. She was born in Morgan County in a cabin on a hillside. They developed a special breed of cattle with legs shorter on one side than the other. They also have special one way only gates and neighborly agreements so the cattle can wander along the steep hillsides and graze their way around the mountain and back to where they started.
There was a brief experiment of crossing cattle and goats, but the first time one hopped up in a tree and the weight overpowered the limbs it was decided to forgo that option. Besides, ya ever think about how hard it is to deal with a treed cow at milking time? Whether you go up, or have to fight getting the cow down, it's a lot of spilled milk. No crying involved, but a lot of cussing.
Now back to the matter at hand. I've found that a single blade Granddaddy Barlow is a slim and useful thing that rides surprisingly well in the pocket. Especially if you don't have a giant wad of keys in there with it. Then again, that applies to most anything trying to share a pocket with a wad of keys.
I've carried the Remington Musket One in the upper left of this pic in my right front pocket plenty of times and am always amazed at how nicely it carries.
I found it sort of tucks against the outer seam and rides as neatly there as if it were clipped in. I find that interesting as most standard, twin blade Barlows ride uncomfortably in my pocket.
I guess if depends on if you want to make a single, full slice on that sub sandwich or if you are willing to work the blade of your peanut across and under to finally get it severed.
