KNIVES: Lost, and Found. Lets here your stories..

Resting on the back of my Honda Accord's trunk I found my knife, I had travelled all through downtown in traffic.. I forgot I layed it down there. I couldn't believe it didn't fall off! Stag handled cigar pattern pocketknife..

The last one "lost" was a ivory celluloid Boker knife that went through the wash and dryer for 50 min. It's O.K. now and cleaned up, the cheap way.

David
 
My first (and last) knife that I ever lost was a throwing knife I found in the back yard. It had a leather sheath and everything. It was a great find for a 10 year old. I ended up carrying it on a field trip to the tide pools (on the weekend) in 7th grade. I was running up the beach with my friends and I reached for it to throw at a piece of drift wood. Wouldn't you know it, the only thing left on my belt was the thin little strap that held the sheath on. I suppose that's what happens when you trust a sheath that you found outside after Heaven knows how long.
I've misplaced other knives since, but I work with the assumption that they will still turn up sooner or later. They were mostly POS knives anyway.
 
into a murky pond at a keg party in the middle of nowhere. Luckily, I may or may not have had about 12-15 beers in me, and had the wherewithall to jump in after it. I was the laughing stock of the party, and the dude driving me home was kinda pissed that I smelled-up his car, but I got my 705 back!

Professor.
 
Lost: Victorinox SAK Huntsman, found and returned to me a day later by someone who saw the monkey fist lanyard and new it must have been mine.

Lost: Schrade Uncle Henry small lockback, while playing hide and seek at night during a Scout trip when I was about 12. However it was guaranteed against loss, so I ended up having a new one sent to me.

Found: Leatherman Supertool, while backpacking. I was setting up camp, looked down, and there it was, with about 5 tools open lying on the ground. Tiny bit of surface rust, but it all cleaned off with a Scotchbrite pad and some WD40.




I guess I am on the positive side....
 
First Delica I sent to Spyderco to have the serrated blade changed to plain. Didn't hear from them for two or three weeks. Called them and the nice lady said they hadn't received it and don't change the blades anyway. She was really apologetic. I filed a claim with the Post Office but never heard anything.

Second Delica: Had it clipped to the pocket of my dress pants. Went to a sit down dinner and it apparently slid out onto the floor. This was the model with the plastic clip. Called the restaurant later. No knife reported found, of course.

Still PO'd from losing two fine knives that I should still have.
Dang!
U
 
SpoonRobot:

I've been collecting and reading all about Victorinox, but it just dawned on me how I know next to nothing about Wenger. I saw your post and decided to find the model name, and I realized that Wenger's presence on the internet is lacking. After finding the best site for it, www.rmworks.com, I found that you have the Backpacker II model.

Due to this moment of clarity (hey, someone else could have named that off the top of their head!) I have decided to begin what I shall call "Operation WengerQuest" to give them a fair shake. :D :p
 
NeedleRemorse said:
SpoonRobot:

I've been collecting and reading all about Victorinox, but it just dawned on me how I know next to nothing about Wenger. I saw your post and decided to find the model name, and I realized that Wenger's presence on the internet is lacking. After finding the best site for it, www.rmworks.com, I found that you have the Backpacker II model.

Due to this moment of clarity (hey, someone else could have named that off the top of their head!) I have decided to begin what I shall call "Operation WengerQuest" to give them a fair shake. :D :p
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thanks a lot!

my roomate really liked the clip point blade on the wegner so i gave it to him and am teaching him how to sharpen it. his first knife purchase is going to be a benchmade grip.
 
1) I was using a Spyderco co-pilot in the yard got distracted, knife went walkabout. I searched everywhere for it, including in my car which was parked there and locked but I didn't remember going in it (i didn't remove the seats and strip the interior in my search but almost). I decided a passerby picked it up. A couple of years later I got my car back from the bodyshop and the knife had been neatly placed in the open console in front of the gearstick.

2) A knife I loath is my Gerber Chameleon. Consequently I use it a lot in the hopes of breaking it or wearing it out. This winter I lost it somewhere in my garden in the snow. After several snowfalls, some acidrain, and about four months in the mud my mother who was visiting found it by a rock pond (I hadn't been anywhere near it when I lost the knife). Unfortunately after a few minutes with a hosepipe it was as good as new.
 
I work in an office where we build newspaper display ads on computers and proofread them. I'm a proofreader. There are about 20 or so people on my shift each night.

Back a few years ago, I carried a Spyderco Michael Walker Lightweight Linerlock folder in my right rear pocket. The clip on it was not terribly secure, and sometimes it would ride up out of my pocket when I sat on it a certain way.

One weekend, I realized upon arriving home that the knife was gone from my pocket. (At the time, I had only a handful of Spyderco knives, and they were the only quality knives I owned.) I was aghast! I had worked so hard to get a really spiffy edge on that knife.

When I returned to work, I checked everywhere for the knife, but had no luck. I posted photocopies around the building hoping for the return of the knife, offering near the purchase price just so I could have that special one I had sharpened so well. Nothing.

So time went by. One of my managers, who also likes knives and guns a bit, suggested I look in the space between the backs and seats of all the office chairs in the office, so I did that. Nothing.

TWO YEARS went by... I decided I missed the knife and wanted another, so I ordered one on the internet. I had not had the new knife (identical to the old one) for even one week when my manager summoned me, with a grin, to an adjoining office. He led me to a chair, and said, "Take a look at the back of the chair, in that little crevice." I pushed the spring-loaded back of the chair so that I could see into the space between it and the seat cushion, and there, covered in whitish dust, was my original Walker Linerlock, nestled comfortably where it had rested for two full years -- until JUST after I replaced it. :D

I sold the new one to my brother for what it had cost me.

Blue skies,
-Jeffrey
 
I was kayak surfing with my brother on our sit-on-top kayaks on Singer Island, Florida. I always wore my Tekna boot knife (regular finish) in its plastic dive-type sheath strapped to my right leg with rubber scuba straps. One strap high on the calf, the other low. On my ankle was a high strength surf leash that was attached to the bow of the kayak.

After a particularly violent ride, during which I was dunked off the kayak, I washed ashore with the boat. As soon as I stood up in the knee-deep water, I knew I did not feel the sheath on my calf. The odd thing was, if it had slid down my foot and off, it should have been somewhere on the surf leash between me and the kayak, but it wasn't! Either both straps broke simultaneously, or the buckles both undid themselves (the loose ends of the straps had keepers for the excess length, so that's unlikely), or the sheath snapped at the straps. I looked and looked in the shallow water near the shore but the knife never turned up. I went to store after store to find a replacement, but found out that Tekna wasn't around any more. That was one tough knife. I wish I still had it because now I finally know how to put a decent friggin' edge on the thing and I no longer have it! :mad: I had owned that knife since 1989, and lost it in about 1998. It had been bought for me by a friend whose carelessness had cost me the loss of the same model knife but with the black finish.

Blues skies,
-Jeffrey
 
I may have posted this story on another forum but here goes anyway:
My first knife was acquired when I was but ten years old.It was a hunting knife that I used to long over at the local hardware store.My grandfather(whom I lived with most of my early life)finally consented to come to the store and let the owner know it was OK to sell me the knife.
I got started with knives a bit before that actually.My grandfather used to keep a couple in the top drawer of my grandmother's sewing machine and would use them to trim his fingernails and various other duties.
It was understood that I was never to touch them as they were both extremely sharp and difficult to open.Well as a kid it's in your contract(somewhere)to forget everything adults say to you within a specified time(say 15 or 20 seconds)and when he wasn't around one day I got into the knives and proceeded to "thin slice"the side of my thumb rather nicely.Truth be told,my posterior hurt much more than my thumb!
Anyway as the years past I got into other knives(a lot of automatics)and the hunter was more or less forgotten.
I went into the Navy in 1964 and my grandfather passed away in early 1965.By the time I returned home,his house had been cleaned out and sold and all the stuff I had left there had been discarded somewhere.
Fast forward to 1987:my mother passes away and as her sole surviving relative I get to clean out her apartment.We had never been all that close and as she was somewhat of a packrat I didn't look forward to this task.I was recovering from a second back surgery at the time and that didn't help either.
As I was tunnelling through the incredible amount of accumulation,I came across the little table that I had in my room at my grandfather's house and upon opening the drawer,discovered not only two of my grandfather's pocket knives but my old hunting knife!
All were in their original shape and if you looked closely at the back of the sheath on my knife,you could still faintly see the price written on in pencil:fifty nine cents!
Needless to say all three knives occupy a place of honor in my collection of nearly 2000 knives.
Thanks for listening.
 
FOUND: Spyderco Endura(I think)

My freshman year at CWU, two of guys walk into my room and one has a new spyderco. The other guy wants to see it and snaps it open. Before you know it the idiot throws it at my chair to try and stick it. He missed and it landed on the tip and bent it. I almost had to break up a fight at that point. Well they left and the knife just sat there. So, I put it in my desk. Later that year, after one had dropped out and the other guy was no longer around, I found the knife. I used it for almost eight years before I lost it and bought an 806D2.
 
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