As some of you may know, my family and I moved recently. While unpacking, I noticed that my Victorinox Explorer wasn't there. A backstory...
My dad's father died before I was born; I never met him. My mom's father died in 2003, and about four years earlier, he gave me a red Explorer. He was going through some of his dresser drawers and asked if I wanted it.
"In case the Commies come, you'll have something neat to trade" he said. I still don't get it.
Anyway, I carried that Explorer in a black sheath for a while, refusing the temptation to swap the stock scales for "Plus" ones because it wasn't really my knife; it was Grandpa's that he gave to me. I decided it was too sentimental to lose or get damaged, so I locked it away in a small lockbox normally reserved for money. I found it about a year ago and cleaned it up: oiled it, sharpened the blade, threw a nice lanyard on it, and added a micro screwdriver to the corkscrew. I still refused to put the "Plus" scales on.
So I packed it up with the rest of my knives and we moved. While unpacking, it wasn't there. I was also missing two other folders, but they had no real meaning to me. I'm pretty sure what happened: the day of the move, I had to work. My wife gave instructions to the movers, and they loaded everything. Upon unloading, one of my tackle boxes was unlatched and everything was all over the back of the moving truck. Either the Explorer didn't get picked up, or a sticky hand found it. Either way, it was gone. A series of searches since the move hasn't turned it up; I had hoped that it was found and simply misplaced in with some of my other belongings.
I know that Explorers are still around and I'm sure they're still just as great as Grandpa's was, but I miss mine. Thanks for listening
My dad's father died before I was born; I never met him. My mom's father died in 2003, and about four years earlier, he gave me a red Explorer. He was going through some of his dresser drawers and asked if I wanted it.
"In case the Commies come, you'll have something neat to trade" he said. I still don't get it.
Anyway, I carried that Explorer in a black sheath for a while, refusing the temptation to swap the stock scales for "Plus" ones because it wasn't really my knife; it was Grandpa's that he gave to me. I decided it was too sentimental to lose or get damaged, so I locked it away in a small lockbox normally reserved for money. I found it about a year ago and cleaned it up: oiled it, sharpened the blade, threw a nice lanyard on it, and added a micro screwdriver to the corkscrew. I still refused to put the "Plus" scales on.
So I packed it up with the rest of my knives and we moved. While unpacking, it wasn't there. I was also missing two other folders, but they had no real meaning to me. I'm pretty sure what happened: the day of the move, I had to work. My wife gave instructions to the movers, and they loaded everything. Upon unloading, one of my tackle boxes was unlatched and everything was all over the back of the moving truck. Either the Explorer didn't get picked up, or a sticky hand found it. Either way, it was gone. A series of searches since the move hasn't turned it up; I had hoped that it was found and simply misplaced in with some of my other belongings.
I know that Explorers are still around and I'm sure they're still just as great as Grandpa's was, but I miss mine. Thanks for listening
