I guess the honest answer for me is that carrying a traditional knife fills me with a wonderful sense of nostalgia. I have hiked, camped, fished and used knives all my life, but only came to start "collecting" knives in the last few years. It’s a way to connect with times gone by, and summons some wonderful memories — of places, people, and adventures over the years. Any knife I own is a candidate for the pocket — and, if it’s in the pocket, then it will be used if the occasion arises, period. Under this system some get used, and some get a pass. The other day, a friend was having trouble opening a box, and out of my pocket came a dogleg jack to the rescue. Afterwards, it struck me that the days of folks generally carrying a knife in the pocket have long since faded from view. But, it‘s nice to be part of a community that embraces the tradition.