I've carried a pocket knife since I was kid and when I don't have one in my pocket I feel like something is missing. I've had a Buck 703 since high school and carried it for most of my young adult life. My father and I bought it in a small knife shop in Tennessee while we were their for vacation. It was my first "real" knife. He bought it for me. I had carried other pocket knives up until then, but none had the effect on me like it did. I carried it all the time. I liked the feel of it in my pocket and knowing that I always had a tool that could help me in most situations.
Fast forward to now and my pocket knife is an Inkosi. While I don't carry that Buck anymore, I still feel like it's a part of me. So is the Inkosi. For me, that old Buck and my Inkosi are my most sentimental knives.
What's yours? Why?
Fast forward to now and my pocket knife is an Inkosi. While I don't carry that Buck anymore, I still feel like it's a part of me. So is the Inkosi. For me, that old Buck and my Inkosi are my most sentimental knives.
What's yours? Why?

