new BUCK KNIFE give away!!!! you & your buck story

110 Dave

110 Dave

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dang i was a putting my displays togeather fer the gator knife show
and low and behold i have to many knives again...
so time to give away another one !!!
the usual rules as in my last give away still apply
if'n ya needs to know- look up the last one:p
now the name of this give away is :D
me and my buck ...
a short story of you and your buck knife
(or a relative and their buck knife)...
hopefully a real story!
this will run tell close to blade show ...i will bump as needed
knife has not been picked as yet
but will not be a buck lite ... could be a 3 dot or some thing else neat..

heck joe may pick one and me or chuck or cj another!!!
so two knives might go away jest dont know yet
leaveing me room to get some more buck knives!!!
wow what a win win thingy!!!;)
 
A Three-Dot!!!!

Yer tyring ta get the story of me and Loni
Andersen and the Grizzly Bare, arn't ya!!!??!!
I tole ya a gentleman never tells en I mean ta
stickz by my rules.
 
My best Buck story is how a knife given to me sometime in the '80s led me to this forum and all the pleasure and friendship that's come out of that discovery.

Sometime in the 1980's, my Mother in Law gave me a 111 Classic with my name engraved on it for some occasion or the other. It and it's tooled leather sheath were just way to pretty to carry and use except sometimes for dress, so I carried it very little and never used it. In 2007 or so, I started picking up lots of knives, mostly off of eBay but the Classic was still the only Buck I owned and I really had no focus on any particular brand or pattern.

One day, I re-descovered the 111 and did a search for it on the internet to see what I could find out about it and that search led me to this sub forum. That day has altered my life in a very positive way. Not only did I discover the wonderful world of Buck Knives and their great company, I've made what I feel are some real friends here who have helped get me through some very rough times.

This forum is the first thing I check when I get up in the morning and the last thing I check before going to bed at night. I owe that to the 111 because without it, I may never have found this place and the great friends that I've made here!
 
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Well my best Buck story is always the same. I have carried knives all my life, as a yungun it was Case and Buck slippies, then after loosing them, teens and early adult, cheap slippies and lockbacks. I realized I could no longer deal with crappy knives and started on the hunt. My dad died when I was 25 and mom was getting remarried a couple years later, she asked me what I wanted for Christmas and I told her a good knife. As it turns out, her new hubby has a brother who is a Buck knife rep, and I end up with my 1st 500 Duke, this immediately endeared me to my new step father and he has been welcome in my family ever since.

Thanks for the contest Dave:thumbup:
 
Me and my Buck knife are one in the same,
It cuts me, but I never curse it's name.
The hundreds of fish to catch and clean,
seeing my Buck, will let out a scream.

The Buck 110 was my first knife, but it also has been through many other firsts with my, like my first camping trip, my first fish cleaning, my first whitetail, my first finger cut... It also connects me with all the other thousands of people whose first knife was the Buck 110. If I could choose just one knife to take with me to the afterlife, it would have to be my Buck.

Thanks for the contest. I really like your entry ideas, too, very fun to read.
 
around a year ago before my grandmother died from lupus i sent my grandpa a buck dymondwood stockman. no reason for it just thought he would like it, so ordered up the knife and sent it to him, he opened it up and was so happy that i sent it and thought of him. around this time hospice was at my grand parents house, so my aunt and my mother are over at my grandparents for the duration of this time before my grand mothers death.

so a few months later i arrived at my grandpa's and he is talking to me and shows me the knife that i sent him, with a huge smile on his face. told me he always liked buck knives and told me i could never go wrong with a buck, and how he's always used bucks, he still had the envelope for the knife that it was shipped in and everything.

he still uses that knife and its been over a year.

thats my buck story.
 
This is my Buck. There are many like it, but this is mine. My Buck is my best friend. I must master it as I must master my life.My Buck is useless without me. I am useless without my Buck. My Buck is human, as it is my life. Thus, I will learn it like a brother. I will learn it's weaknesses, strengths, and parts.
:D
My Buck story-
My grandfather bought a Buck Skinner years ago. He was the type of man who killed a deer every year for meat and butchered it himself. The Skinner was his only tool from the day he bought it to the day he died. It was his fixed blade. He had used that knife for everything from slicing the morning bacon at hunting camp to splitting the pelvis of a deer during butchering. He passed it down to my father, who used it for many years before switching to an Alpha Skinner (something like that) for maneuverability. That same knife will eventually be passed down to me, so I can use it to skin and butcher my deer, and keep the tradition. I will pass it on to my son/daughter some day, and when I take him/her hunting, I will field dress his/her first deer with it.
That knife has spanned two generations of hunting thus far, and I hope it will span many more.
Not very exciting, but that's my story.
 
BG42EDGE said:
A Three-Dot!!!!

Yer tyring ta get the story of me and Loni
Andersen and the Grizzly Bare, arn't ya!!!??!!
I tole ya a gentleman never tells en I mean ta
stickz by my rules.
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YOWSER ! i thoughts dat a 3 dot would grab yur attention!!
yep trying to gets a story outa you fer sure
you and any one else what has a story about them and their buck
or their brother sister dad granddad son daughter and their buck!!!
hay and ifn ya gots more them one story
i is sure lota folks got more den one buck knife story!!
 
First, I was only a role player in this story, not the star, and it wasn't my Buck knife. So, should my story be selected, I would have to give it to the action figure in the story.

Setting... Late October 1998 very near a river on a frosty morning.

I was deer hunting(archery) with two friends, and we were all within a couple hundred yards of each other. Not too long after daylight a decent sized buck approached my recently constructed natural blind, and I got a good shot on it. I waited a while before blood trailing. I was short on time because I needed to pick my daughter up from Kindergarten and would need to be headed toward her school by 11:00. I found the buck and field dressed it. I decided to head toward one of my friends stands to see what they wanted to do. Surprisingly both of my friends were standing together at the base of a stand. One of them had shot a button buck, but had a very light blood trail that was difficult to follow.
We decided to get my truck and load up my buck, so I could head to town to get my daughter. They would stay and look for the button buck.
Not using our brains very well...after loading up my buck, we all left our bows in the back of my truck. Not long after I left, my two buddies found the button buck, but he was still alive, and the bows were in my truck...and I was gone. Each time they would get near it, it would get up and move a few yards and bed back down.
They tried many different approaches....rocks, sticks, etc. Finally, one of the idiots decides he will jump it and stab it with his Buck 119. (I don't need to hear how stupid this is...I already know). The deer had bedded with his back to them beside a log. The first try worked. My friend said as he jumped the deer and inserted the knife, his first thought was being surprised at how easily the knife penetrated. His second thought was, "oh crap I'm on a live deer's back...bad idea".
The deer quickly expired, but made it's final leap into a river. So, when I got back with my truck, the two were standing on the river bank soaking wet, with quite a story. I'm glad I missed it.

Side story...my daughter was not impressed with the deer and when I told her we would eat it. She was disgusted. Later in the day, I mentioned cooking it, she said "oh, you're going to cook it first!". She was then excited about eating it.
 
heres a personal buck story of my self.

we moved into my parents a few years ago due to the economy was layed off in december of 08. my parents told us to just move in for a little while so we could get stuff straightened out... and boy was that interesting, but thats another story. so i bought a buck build out sirus off the web specials page. i had some of my stuff out in the living room, wallet, knife and some other stuff. so my mom and girlfreind got on me about having my stuff out on the kitchen table laying around. so i throw the wallet, buck sirus and other stuff in my pants back pocket and throw it in our room, well i wanted to pay for somehthing off ebay and reach into my back pocket for my wallet and forgot to put the lock on the sirus, well it springs open and slices up my finger. i start to cuss and shout and kick the bed, my finger is bleeding and blood is going all over the shirt and my girl is crying and freaking out. so i tell her to shuttup so i can think. i run to the bathroom clean it up and apply some butterfly strips ,boitine and a bandaid.

wasn't as bad as i thought it would be. but when she started crying and freaking out i had a hardtime trying to figure out what i was gonna do. now everytime i pull that knife outta my collectors chest i get this really dirty look from her.
 
I collected marbles Experts and others for a number of years. Chased around a lot different knives that I thought were "cool". Even waited 5 years for a Randall. During all this time I was using a Buck 110 when cleaning birds and always carried a Buck 301. Then one day I was paging through an old hunting magazine and came across a picture of a Nemo. Then it finally dawned on me.
 
A Buck was actually my very first knife. I got it in a program at my church called Royal Rangers...similar Boy Scouts. I won it as a reward for making a single match fire during a winter camp out back when I was in elementary school. I was so proud of it...I had my very own knife and in my mind at the time, it was the best knife out there. I still have it almost 20 years later and plan on keeping it till I'm gone.
 
My 3 dot 110 released the contents within a purple Maidenform whose clasp was deemed Superglue'd by her father. That knife has gone by the name "Lucky" since May '82.
 
Not a glorious story and I feel kinda stupid doing so:
I was a witness in a car accident with multiple involved cars in january 2009, after being surprised by golfball sized hail at noon at my working place.
An old VW beetle, front window smashed by hail, came to a sudden halt resulting in the truck behind it compressing the beetles chassis inbetween another car.
As I was still trying to grasp what the heck was going on, a female coworker pointed out that the beetle was losing liquids and seeing driver being stuck.

After the hail stopped coworker Erik and me, pumped full of adrenalin tried to pull the man out of the car all the while being called idiots and fucktards by a wild arm-flailing bleeding oldtimer of a man.
Presuming he was in shock, we continued to rescue him. He was still seatbelted, so I whipped out my (ehem... China made) Buck Bantam and cut his seatbelt.
We got him safely into our office whereas he explained furiously that some carglass struck him thus the small bleeding.
He was purposely staying in his car in case the hail would set back in again by surprise and called us stupid hotheads for storming carelessly into risk of being struck by follow up hail.

In hindsight, it was indeed stupid and reassesing the situation we confirmed there was no liquid leaking out of the VW. Our female coworker was just hysterical. :barf:
 
Youngest Granddaughter, 14 at the time, was watching her Dad and I clean a couple of turkey we had shot. At one point I had laid the 110 I was using down on the table, and when I went to use it again, it was awol.

The Granddaughter had it and was dissecting one of the birds gizzards, just to see what was in there. I just quietly went and got another 110 out of the truck.

She now has her own orange 422.

Her Dad told me that another time, they were sitting in church and he heard a resounding click. Looked over and she had that orangie out and was trimming some threads. Did caution her about forgetting it in her purse and carrying it to school.

Cool kid.... :D
 
My first two Buck knives were bought in short time one after the other. First a 119 then a 180 double blade. I was about 16 at the time making minimum wage, but I knew the value of a good knife.
The most useful thing any of my knives have been used for happened to be in an unfortunate situation. A friend of mine was about to jump off a 60 foot cliff was warned that people were below mid stride. The cliff was angled away from the water so a running start was required. Well he tried to stop and just skidded along the gravel. Everyone (30 witnesses at a somewhat remote foot access only lake) just gasped. I was the first one down to him as everyone else just froze. It was weird. He couldn't feel his legs or arms.
Since we needed to get him out of there I yelled for a saw to make a stretcher and no one had one as it was really just a place for a day swim.
I had my Crosslock which made quick work of some large green willows to form a frame for an emergency blanket.
We floated him on the make shift stretcher to the other side of the lake to avoid the steep terrain. He was going into shock. His huge bump on his head was gone.
An ambulance came and he was carried away.
Over time he began to gain movement of his arms and can now drive a car with them.
I thank that Buck 180 ( and I'm sure he does ) for helping that day and continue to gain respect for one of Mans most primitive tools which is capable of so much. It is a good thing Buck does such a good job of making a quality Made In USA tool.
 
My Buck Story:

I was on the Red Cross' Disaster Response Team and we were responding to a house fire in Mount Orab (think "Children of the Corn" middle-of-nowhere). The house we responded to was about three miles from anything. No other houses, businesses, or road. The nearest telephone lines were a mile and a half away. The fire was out and the pumpers were getting ready to leave as we showed up. The owner and his family had made it out safely, and it was our turn to get to work.
What we did was get some information on his family size and what they had / hadn't lost, and put them in a hotel for about three weeks. We also gave them a card that they could use to get food, toiletries, and other things. This is all standard. The owner told us of the losses he just went through, including his gun and knife collections; how most if it was ruined from the fire, and what wasn't was ruined by the water and chemicals from the fire department. A lot of Ruger, Mossberg, and Marlin firearms; a lot of Schrade, Camillus, and Buck knives. He didn't have homeowner's insurance. We walked around the property, him pointing out charred marks on his home. I asked him aside and asked if he knew what some of the Bucks were that he had in the fire. Some 110s, 112s, and a 119. I undid my belt and handed him my 1981 (my birth year) 110 and its sheath, and told him that it's not much, but it's his if he wants it. He smiled and took it, telling me it was nice to see an American blade for a change.
The last I heard, the house was being rebuilt and the family still lives there. Nobody was injured in the fire. That's my Buck story.
 
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Nice stories everyone.

I always had a Buck knife since my Grandpa gave me my first one when I was about 8. He said "this is sonethibg that you can remember me by when I die." Thankfully he's still alive, but I still have that 303 and take care of it.
 
About 12 years ago or so, my neighbor took me hunting with him, since I'd never actually seen or shot a deer in all the other years that I had gone. I was sitting there next to a tree in the woods, and it looked like this trip was going to end just like all of my other ones. I was just enjoying the day, looking around and taking in the scenery, when I heard the sound of hooves. I looked around my tree and saw a herd of deer running toward me across the field. Then I realized that they were running right at me. I swung my gun up and took aim at a doe, since I just wanted meat, not a trophy. I pulled the trigger, and she dropped like someone had flipped a switch. Suddenly, I saw something huge running out of the corner of my eye. I swung and pulled the trigger and dropped another one, a little spiker. Unfortunately, that one wasn't a clean kill, and was still alive. For whatever reason, I didn't feel right about shooting it again, so I drew my Buck 119, felt along its ribs until I got to where I figured the heart would be, and slid the knife in. I must have guessed correctly, because almost immediately, the deer stopped breathing and went still. Later on that day, the 119 would be put to work cleaning the deer. I was amazed at how easily it slid up through the ribs, and it made short work of skinning the carcass.

That was actually the last time I went hunting for anything, since school, work, and life just got in the way of it since then. I also gave that knife to a friend of mine as a birthday gift, and he still uses it today when he and his wife go camping. I have to admit, I'm starting to have the urge to go hunting again. If I do, I'm going to make sure a Buck is on my side with me.
 
hay ev ery one .. if you now some one with a me and my buck knife story
invite them to post it also!!!
we all love to hear a good buck story!!!!
 
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