Losing a knife that's been through everything with you.

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I lost my victorinox classic that I've had since I was 8 years old.

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That's a shame. It happens. Buy another one, they are still made.
 
I ordered 2 new ones. Loved how worn my old one was.

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I haven't thought about them for 25 years until I joined this forum a couple months ago. A couple of my first pocket knives, I believe one was a Colonial Coyote CY13( green handle lockback ), and a Case 6562 SAB. Now I'm looking forward to replacing them.


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I have been known to retire a knife from time to time, when I realize that I've gotten attached to it enough that I would really hate to lose it. Very sorry to hear it.


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I lost a standard Victorinox army pocket knife. It used to be my dad's and he got from his parents who bought it in Italy, and he passed it on to me. It even had his name engraved on it. Then our car got broken into and I had stupidly left my knife in the car that knife. I have never been so sad to lose a knife as that one. Taught me a valuable lesson though, never leave my knives unattended.
 
I just remembered that, when I was 8, I lost my dad's old Camillus Cub Scout knife on a camping trip. I was more upset than he was. That was a long time ago, and it still makes me sick every time I think about that knife.


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I lost my dad's Sharpfinger in a log pile when I was very young. I don't think that he took it near as hard as I did. I still think about that knife as it was the first knife I remember using.
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I can't say that I have experienced such a loss. I usually take great care in ensuring that my knives are either in their respective drawer, my pocket or belt, or pack. That being said, I have certainly lost knives. I had a Buck 450 as a teenager that I used everyday quite extensively as I worked in a nursery (the kind that nurtures plant life, not humans) at the time. I have absolutely no idea what happened to it, perhaps it got buried in a flower bed, maybe I lost it on one of my bike rides to and from work. Who knows.... I replaced it with a Gerber Gator (one of their good ones), I had that knife until after I was married. I gave it to my wife to carry in her purse as she worked late nights. No idea what happened to it, it apparently ran off.

Oh well, at least my wife decided to stick around :D

I know personally that one can attach a lot of sentiment to a knife and so therefore the loss of such a thing can be quite... Heartbreaking? (for lack of a better term) The good news is: There are so many other knives out there just waiting to be picked up and bonded with. We live in an age where there never has been greater variety and choice. So one can look at the loss of a knife being an opportunity to scoop up another, and another, and perhaps another... ;)
 
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I planted more than my share of them over the years .Hope you find it I just found one in a pair of pants I swore was lost and I been looking of it for 4 months.
 
I lost a few knives in a car accident four years ago. I broke my spine, facet fracture. Broken chest cartilage and ribs that haven't healed properly. Broken leg.

At least I am mobile, I try to think of that every time my back feels like someone is stabbing me. I had a pair of Timberland oxfords on, the clutch pedal was embedded in my steel toe. I didn't lose a foot.

I did lose a few blades, including my first Leatherman Wave. I thought I lost my GEC Beaver Tail 73. I thought I was going to lose other knives, but my father and uncles dug through the wreckage of my truck, getting my gear. Pounds of broken glass and metal covered, they had to cut the roof off.

Sitting in pain at the kitchen table, talking over email with Carl, telling him that I missed my knives I'd lost, but was glad I was alive, he told me don't cry over what can't cry for you.

I don't have a wife or kids, but I do have family and friends that would miss me, more than I miss those knives I've mostly forgotten about. My pups would miss me terribly if I had gone.

It is not something to mentally cast aside, your knife you've had since you were a kid. I was an idiot and sold my knives that I had when I was a kid, for a pittance, on fleaBay. Years ago. An old Schrade 7OT that was a gift from my neighbor, that I had accidentally broken the tip off of, and carried for years.

Hold fast to those memories, but remember that these are only beautiful tools.

Thank God we don't have a knife truck coming around, like at my fathers commercial park with the Maatco man.

Then I'd really cry over knives!
 
I lost a Buck 110 knife while deer hunting. By "lost", I mean I left it stuck into a log while I washed my hands after dressing out a deer. I knew the area really well, even though it was 100 miles away from where I live. The following deer season, I went right back to the same place and got my knife. :)
 
I had an Imperial stockman for probably 30 years. Bought it when I was a kid and used, abused the heck out of it. Eventually it made it into the junk drawer and came out on occasion for one dirty job or another. Then after I moved it was rediscovered and cut up dozens of boxes for me. Right around then it disappeared. Searched for it for days. That was about 15 years ago, I keep an eye out for it still.
 
I haven't lost any traditionals but i lost a spyderco kris last year. Must have had it for about 7 or 8 years. I keep hoping it'll pop up because i carried and used it a lot. Luckily i had a friend that i had traded one to years ago and he was willing to trade back to me. It's not the same but i have a Kris again.
 
I lost my Super Tinker SAK recently. I learned to sharpen freehand on that knife and did all imaginable work with it. My Electrician and Texas Jack have replaced it.
 
Sorry to hear that, hopefully you have some good stories with it to hold on to. :o and hopefully it was just misplaced and will show itself at some point.
 
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