Lets hear some stories about the most expensive knives you lost

Eliteone2383

Eliteone2383

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I myself have never lost a knife, I am just curious if any of you guys have ever lost a expensive knife and if you were able to recover it.
 
I lost my Case Copperlock when I was riding my motorcycle last year while wearing a suit (don't ask). It slipped out of my pocket. I rode that route several times but just couldn't find it. They run about $50 on Amazon now. I think I paid more for mine. I had it for years, and it was the nicest pocket knife I owned. I intend to replace it one of these days.

It still hurts my heart to think about it...
 
SOG Pentagon II

Fell from my pocket at a movie theater, realized it just a few minute after I left my seat, went back there but it was gone. Someone got happy that day, but it was not me.

Circa 1995, cost me around $200 back in those days.
 
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In 30 years of carrying a knife, I've lost a few. The only one I regret is the Spyderco Police that was my first modern folder. Bought it around 1990? That one had sentimental value that exceeded it's monetary cost. I haven't lost any of the knives I consider expensive.
 
I had knives that were given to me on here lost. But sceptical it was possibly stolen. Don't really knows eats at me still.
 
Several years back, I lost a basically brand new Cold Steel Recon Tanto I had purchased AND a Leatherman Tool complete w/ leather holster given to me as a gift from my sister at the same time while camping. And more recently, I'm pretty sure I've also lost my KA-BAR full-size USMC fighting knife...also while out in the sticks. (although, I have suspicions that this last item may also have been stolen by someone)

Had knives most of my life and I never had such a hard time hanging onto them as I have in the last 10 years.

The above losses still leave me feeling almost sick to my stomach to this day. Someone out there got some damn fine blades for free. :(
 
Damn guys. If I lost one of my knives I would be sick too. Cant imagine the feeling that would come over me if I realized my wayfarer or the knife my grandad gave me was no longer in my pocket. Just a few responses and already im thinking about changing my entire wardrobe to cater it around cargo pants.
 
2004 FOB Falcon Iraq. After a long sweaty balls stuck to your leg day of dealing with the crazy world one finally finds a moment of peace. Where is that one might ask? Why in the stand alone portajohns that provide comfort to the lost souls and able to release bodliy functions. So after I completed my mission and start to strap back on my gear I hear a sound, a sound that stops the heart. Quickly I start doing a gear check, my hands running frantic all over my person. Everything seems to be in its place, magazines, comms, M9 sidearm... My hand slowly comes to my right pocket, beads of sweat start to form on my forehead. I come from a very poor family, my grandfather bought me a Kershaw Ken Onion folder, and back then they were not cheap. I start to panic. I look around, my M16 is standing vigil in the corning, looking upon me with the eyes of disappointment. I did what any soldier with 2 braincells would do without fully comprehending the action. I slam my right hand deep into that blue slush of human excrement and whatever else people toss into the base. Feeling around for my steel and praying to whatever god that would answer my plea. I don't know how long I felt around inside that tank, it could have been hours, or it could have been minutes. I finally gave up after I squished the umtenth turd. I pulled my arm out, defeated and needing a full on DECON. I lost my blade that day to a portajohn. Morale of the story, close the lid.

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2004 FOB Falcon Iraq. After a long sweaty balls stuck to your leg day of dealing with the crazy world one finally finds a moment of peace. Where is that one might ask? Why in the stand alone portajohns that provide comfort to the lost souls and able to release bodliy functions. So after I completed my mission and start to strap back on my gear I hear a sound, a sound that stops the heart. Quickly I start doing a gear check, my hands running frantic all over my person. Everything seems to be in its place, magazines, comms, M9 sidearm... My hand slowly comes to my right pocket, beads of sweat start to form on my forehead. I come from a very poor family, my grandfather bought me a Kershaw Ken Onion folder, and back then they were not cheap. I start to panic. I look around, my M16 is standing vigil in the corning, looking upon me with the eyes of disappointment. I did what any soldier with 2 braincells would do without fully comprehending the action. I slam my right hand deep into that blue slush of human excrement and whatever else people toss into the base. Feeling around for my steel and praying to whatever god that would answer my plea. I don't know how long I felt around inside that tank, it could have been hours, or it could have been minutes. I finally gave up after I squished the umtenth turd. I pulled my arm out, defeated and needing a full on DECON. I lost my blade that day to a portajohn. Morale of the story, close the lid.

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Bro I would have done the same thing. I feel sick for you :(
 
Huitzilopochtli said:
2004 FOB Falcon Iraq. After a long sweaty balls stuck to your leg day of dealing with the crazy world one finally finds a moment of peace. Where is that one might ask? Why in the stand alone portajohns that provide comfort to the lost souls and able to release bodliy functions. So after I completed my mission and start to strap back on my gear I hear a sound, a sound that stops the heart. Quickly I start doing a gear check, my hands running frantic all over my person. Everything seems to be in its place, magazines, comms, M9 sidearm... My hand slowly comes to my right pocket, beads of sweat start to form on my forehead. I come from a very poor family, my grandfather bought me a Kershaw Ken Onion folder, and back then they were not cheap. I start to panic. I look around, my M16 is standing vigil in the corning, looking upon me with the eyes of disappointment. I did what any soldier with 2 braincells would do without fully comprehending the action. I slam my right hand deep into that blue slush of human excrement and whatever else people toss into the base. Feeling around for my steel and praying to whatever god that would answer my plea. I don't know how long I felt around inside that tank, it could have been hours, or it could have been minutes. I finally gave up after I squished the umtenth turd. I pulled my arm out, defeated and needing a full on DECON. I lost my blade that day to a portajohn. Morale of the story, close the lid.

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It really does make it so much worse when the knife you lose was a gift from a family member...I feel your pain brah. :(
 
I've lost 3 knives in almost 30 years of carrying them. I've lost a Buck 110 (camping in MI u.p.), Gerber (paraframe maybe?..20 years ago..hiking) and a Boker M type (might have been stolen). This is one reason I'm reluctant to drop $400 on a Sebenza or even more $ on a custom knife. Plus, I'm cheap (#1 reason tbh).
 
A Damascus/White linen micarta UTX-70 :( I was at a MX track in Petaluma, UTX-70 was in my pocket as a money clip. Went to get gas on the way home...Money was in my pocket, UTX-70 was not :eek:. The really sucky thing is...The UTX-70 was worth more than the money it was holding.

~Chip
 
Eliteone2383 said:
Bro I would have done the same thing. I feel sick for you :(
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Paul_Atreides said:
It really does make it so much worse when the knife you lose was a gift from a family member...I feel your pain brah. :(
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Thank you. The jokes were epic for the rest of the deployment I can tell you that. Turd Wrangler, stink finger, blue arm. Hell 1st Sergeant had me give a safety briefing on what not to do in a portajohn. Fun times. When I told my Grandfather how I lost my knife he nearly lost it.

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Thank you. The jokes were epic for the rest of the deployment I can tell you that. Turd Wrangler, stink finger, blue arm. Hell 1st Sergeant had me give a safety briefing on what not to do in a portajohn. Fun times. When I told my Grandfather how I lost my knife he nearly lost it.

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Best jokes money can buy apparently :o
 
Lost my Cold Steel Voyager at the inlaws farm. They found it and wrapped it up for a Xmas present for me. It was lost before they could give it to me. They think the kids through it out wile picking up wrapping paper after they opened gifts. I guess that knife was meant to be lost. I also lost a Carson custom M4 but I was lucky and found it. That was a very hard 2 days though.
 
The only knives I have permanently lost in the intervening 56 years since being given my first knife are

- a small, half-worn out, single blade peanut my father gave me in 1962. It was lost in 1966 in the San Gabriel River east of Granger TX, where I fell in harvesting fossilized giant gastropods

- a no-name all-stainless steel single blade lockback I lost when my tackle box failed a "float test". A 3 foot wake from a house boat flipped the 12 foot jon boat a friend and I were fishing from on Lake Travis, NE of Austin Tx.

I'm still hoping this one is only "temporarily misplaced" - a Buck 484 is taking an extended vacation somewhere in the layers of insulation of the 4000+ sq ft attic of my house. It slipped from my pocket while reinsulating the house 2 or 3 years ago. I actually know where it is to the 1500 sq ft section over the living room/ dining room. I kinda half-ass search for it every time I make a foray into the attic.
 
2 lost knives still hurt. First was a Spyderco Kopa with gold-lip pearl handles. Had it in the pocket of a pair of dress pants. Slick little knife must have snuck out while I was sitting there. Thing that hurts the most is that I traded 3 knives for it, at a huge loss: Kershaw Ti-ZDP Leek, Benchmade 635, and an S30V Native (none were discontinued when I traded, and not nearly as collectible as they are today).

Second knife was lost while on travel for work. Had a beautiful Ironwood Mnandi in a slip sheath. Must have left it on the dresser at the hotel, or lost it during the day at the meeting. Either way, it's was lost somewhere between Grand Island, Nebraska and Des Moines Iowa.

I don't carry in dress pants anymore, nor do I travel with a knife I couldn't bear to lose.
 
Had a pouch which I carried a few things in on my belt during OEF. During a long day of on/off birds and in/out of MRAPs I reach down when we got to Combat (Able) Main and the pouch was gone. I was about sick. Nothing $$ in it but a Swiss Army Tinker and Leatherman tool both that I had my name/rank engraved on from when I was an NCO and that I had for almost 20yrs and several continents. Also had an Atwood tool in there which wasn't sentimental to me but have gotten expensive.

Weren't expensive but things I couldn't really replace. Also, it was a low point during that tour and it just made it a bit lower.

Wasn't me but Wife "lost" a nice Case Hobo around that same time, rosewood version I think. I had given it to her since the kids were little and she carried it in the diaper bag since it was useful when feeding the kids at times. Well, she forgot about it when coming to pick me up from mid tour so "lost" it to TSA. Felt bad a year or so later when I asked about it and she reluctantly told me the story. Can't blame her for that one, juggling 2 kids in diapers, airports, me coming home after being gone almost a year at that point, etc, etc.
 
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In the last 3 years.............Bar skirmish that went outside, ended up with me over a hood of a parked car, landing on the ground. The dust settled, we moved on to another bar and then realized my 3" xm-18 slicer (bought it back when they were a lot more money) was no longer clipped in my right pocket. I wonder if the person actually realized what they got, when they found my knife on the ground. I also lost my a Benchmade 940 to what I thought was a trust worthy bouncer. I handed it to him before entering a bar in Portland Maine. When I came out and asked for it back he showed me a bunch of cheap knives and of course my 940 was not there. I forgot I had the knife on me. The bouncer saw the clip, so I took the chance and gave it to the him rather than bring it back home or hide it outside. He already had a bunch of knives from other patrons, but it seemed like he knew I had a nice blade.
 
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