Not sure what point is, but i at the age of 56, i have crossed paths with this type conversation, in hunting camps, golf courses, fishing trips, auto races, even, and I know this for sure, whore houses. Three years ago I returned to camp in the Yukon, and saw the largest Brown Bear I've seen, hanging from a skinning pole . A national TV host, the shooter, saw my jaw dropping and said" i wish his teeth were bigger " . I hugged the bear, told my Guide, I needed to leave that location, he said "no shit". We hunted 17 days, neg. 20-52 F 80 miles from main camp, no cook, no nice chairs, no bed, no house. I had really screwed up. Day 18 on the way to break ice for water, 200 yards , from our camp, I killed what will be the 34th largest cougar,( not my planned hunt, but I had paid the $52 for tag) and smiled like hell. I own over 500 upper end knives, the vast most have been in the dirt, have chopped wood, and hit rock. And at least once a month, at least weekly I find myself cleaning , touching and feeling every single one. Should the time come that my knives don't excite me, don't remind me of my grand dad passing along his, both blades broken Boker, and me hugging him, what my first $5 dollar bill felt like, you will never read another post of mine nor see one, as i will cut my hands off with the dullest of blade. Now Please find yourself a Protech 4.80 manual and post those other, worthless, bad knives, they deserve a good home.