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

Another story (don't count this as an entry if we're only limited to one)...

A friend of mine is an employee of the city zoo. He was making his rounds, feeding the animals and doing some clean-up. He went to use his Buck (a custom 112) and discovered it was gone. After some backtracking, he realized he used it last in the elephant pen. He dug around there for a while, looking everywhere. Then he realized that one of the elephants must have eaten it, along with the other piles of hay and food. A day and a phone call later, and I'm with him in the pen, digging through elephant dung for this knife. Nothing. The next day, he offers me $20 to help him look again. I agreed, and after about ten minutes of digging in poo, he found it. We hosed it off, then let it soak for about 15 minutes in a bucket with hot water and dishwashing liquid. It cleaned up nicely. Let it dry, touched up the edge, lubed it, and told him not to do that again.
 
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Me and my buck knife have been together for 44 years. I was a combat medic in Vietnam, and in need of a large blade knife to use in combat emergencies I thought about my hunting knife back in the states.I wrote a letter to Buck Knife corp, to inquire as to where I could purchase a knife in Vietnam.A few weeks later a package came for me at mail call,to my surprise the buck corp. said they was honored by my letter and wanted me to have this fixed blade buck knife as a gift. I was as happy as a kid in a candy store. I used it to cut off uniforms on wounded soldiers and to cut gauze and cloth to make tourniquets.I could even cut a mangled leg straight to hopefully have it reattached at the hospital.If I didn't say it earlier, Thank you, Thank you Buck Corp. for giving me this fantastic 120 buck knife and black leather holster. I have treasured and enjoyed this knife for 44yrs, now it is time to let someone else enjoy it.As you read this my buck has been sold to a new owner on a online auction and I hope will treasure and enjoy it as much as I have. Now that I have told this story, it makes me a little sad to see my buck go.
 
naw i am not limiting any one to jest one.. buck storys are to dang good to
have jest one if'n a feller has more then one!!!
thanks to doc wood fer shareing
your story sounds like your gift buck saved lives!!!
unless Chuck recall doing it, i am sure al buck was the one sent it, he was navy as was i ..
his son Chuck and grand son CJ will be glad to read this one!!!
... man if i collected stright blades i sure would be prowd as
as a kid with a weekend bag o chips to have gotten that one!!! ...
 
My Buck knife story, the story of my father:

Here is the Buck knife that started my life long love for sharp objects and this was the knife that my father never let me hold in my hands when I first grew attracted to it at the tender age of 3.

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I recently found it again at the bottom of my father's tool box after my dad's death about 5 months ago and I couldn't help but remember the story behind this knife, the story my father told me many years ago in my youth when I first asked him about it. This was the knife that stabbed him in his ribs before I was born...

The story goes that one day, he was riding his Harley down the highway, driving to a bar one summer day in California. As he arrived, he was greeted by some of the Hells Angels bikers and they got on talking and ended up having a good time, my father befriending some of the original Hells Angels' founders ("They were laid back old timers with love for motorcycles, way before the next several generations of members turning the Hells Angels to crime"). My father became quite liked by the Hells Angels members down the next few years to the point where some of the younger members of the Hells Angels invited him to become a member. Dad almost said yes except "I couldn't tolerate the fact that they discriminated women, treated them like trash, giving them no respect so I declined their offer". Apparently that was the wrong thing they wanted to hear from my father for the following week, my father came home and saw his Harley bike all torn up, major parts missing, leaving just the frame left. Needless to say, dad was pissed.

Dad found out that it was the four Hells Angels guys that asked him to be a member that has done that to his bike. So a few days after the destruction of dad's bike, he rode his other Harley into town and saw one of the members walking down the sidewalk and dad took out his crow bar and revved up his motorcycle faster, speeding towards the man swinging his crowbar as hard as he can at the man's back/shoulder. The man fell down instantly and dad stood above him, holding the crow bar and said, "Don't you ever...touch my Harley ever again. Do you understand?" The man half passed out in pain nodded his head. (He was able to still walk after that if you guys were wondering, even tho his shoulder was broken.)

Dad then went to the biker bar later that evening, knowing that the 3 members will be there as usual. As he walked into the bar, he spotted one of the three guy by a pool table so he walked up behind him, grabbed him by the back of his neck while tripping his feet out from under the man, slamming the guy's face directly onto the pool table, quickly knocking him out. The other two guys along with the rest of the bar heard the clamoring as the room feel silent. Both guys looked at my father with hostile intents with one of the guy grabbing a pool stick and the other grabbing his Buck knife out of his belt. They both circled him, the guy with the pool stick quickly swung towards dad's head and dad ducked. While dad ducked, the man stabbed him in his rub, puncturing his lung...

...Dad then looked at me and sighed, "I suddenly saw red in everything and I went ballistic. Next thing I knew, the guy with the pool stick was knocked out cold with a broken arm and cracked skull. The guy with the knife was thrown across the room, breaking ribs and other body parts." That's when he told me he picked up the Buck knife that stabbed him and walked out of the bar, the entire exchange lasting less than 10 minutes.

Needless to say, they never bothered him again.

Thirty one years later, I'm sitting here with this knife, the very knife that stabbed him, on my desk in front of me, sharing this story in remembrance of his wild days.
He later became one of the most peaceful and loving father/friend/A.A. sponsor that I have ever known.

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And if it wasn't for that Buck Knife that stabbed my father, I would have not been curious and gotten my very first knife from my dad.

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Rest in peace, dad.
 
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I don't have a very exciting Buck story. But I still have my first Buck knife that I ever owned. My dad gave it to me when I was in jr. high school, 40+ years ago. It is a stockman with the indented bolsters.

Ric
 
My first actual buck and not a knock off was a Buck 503 I found while diving among a pile of discarded tools. Cleaned them up, put a really nice shallow angle on it and it cut like a dream. Sadly gave it away to an Ex but Im sure she's getting a lot of usage out of it, so im sure it's happy.

Thanks for the contest!
 
I got my first Buck when I was around 10 years old. My Dad bought it for me in some mall in Minneapolis while we were visiting my Aunt. That summer I snuck it out of the house to show off to my friends. We were sitting in a clearing among some wild plum bushes in a vacant lot. I whipped out my Buck 110 opened her up and stabbed it hard and deep into a 2x4. I could feel my cool factor growing as my friends proclaimed "wow and cool and neat". Yeah that's the way we talked back then. My soon to be xfriend Steve grabbed and pulled it out of the 2x4 sideways. As I heard the most dreadful sound imaginable my heart sank and the sweat began to pour off my forehead like niagara falls in the spring. That despicable and most evil of villians Steve had broken the tip off my shiny new Buck. My mind raced as to how I was going to explain this one. I manged to sneak it back into the house without arousing suspicion and spent the next few weeks waiting for dad to say those dreaded words " Hey son let's take a look at that fine piece of cutlery I told you to never sneak out of the house and take good care to prove to me that you are responsible enough to take care of a good knife". I thank God to this day it never happened. Several years later after becoming a responsible knife owning adult, I was wittling on a stick. There was a stubborn knot that was just a little to hard. So being the allknowing knife expert I had become at this age I turned the knife around and began cutting towards my index finger. Lo and behold the knife slipped and as I watched in super slow motion I recalled the many times my Dad had told me " don't ever cut towards yourself" as the knife slowly entered the knuckle joint of my left index finger. I stood there for what seemed like minutes as the blood pooled on the floor and filled my tennis shoes. Luckily the wife had the common sense to scream on seeing this and bring me out of my trance. All I could say was "Do you think I need stitches"? It took seven stitches in a 1/2" wide cut. Still hurts sometimes to this day.
I still have this knife 34 years later. It has gutted and skinned more deer than I can count. And even with a broken tip I wouldn't trade it for anything!
 
Phydeaux said:
I don't have a very exciting Buck story. But I still have my first Buck knife that I ever owned. My dad gave it to me when I was in jr. high school, 40+ years ago. It is a stockman with the indented bolsters.
Ric
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yes buck hand me downs are one of the most treasured gifts..
my dad did not like knives and did not approve of my first 110 i bought in 1968
said it was to Dayum big
he held that if it was to big to carry in your pocket to church it was to big period..
but he did have a little slippie he carred for years and one other before he pased away
i have both and while not bucks ... they were his and now mine...
 
I'm new here but i'll give this a try. a few years ago my wife and i were on vacation in arizona . WE were in a store and i saw a sweet looking buck 112 in the display case .i had never seen anything like it in my life real fancy with tourqoise and filework i asked if i could see it and the fellow handed it to me . well ilooked it over and over and i finally asked the gentleman how much .when he told i politeley thanked him for his help and put the knife on the counter . I thought about it a bit but just couldnt justify the expence in my mind.anyway that was october and we had a great time in arizona. now fast forward to xmas morning twomonths later my wife and i are sitting in the living room tearing into our xmas stockings like a couple of kids and i reach in and grab a tin box and give it a shake . I'm thinking wow theres something solid in there .Iopen it and see abuck knife in a sheath well iwas pretty exited and when i opened the sheath it was the knife that i seen in arizona . I was in shock. I know she had atough time getting rid of me so she could get to that store alone . anyway that is what got me interested in collecting buck knives.
 
I actually have a couple of "Me and My Buck" stories, but the one that I think about the most, is the Buck I gave up. I have always loved knives. When I was a kid, I used to eagerly go through my grandfather's copies of "Field & Stream" magazine, looking for knife ads. Much later, after getting married, I decided that I would like to collect knives. My (now ex-) wife knew that I loved knives, so she gave me one for our anniversary one year. It was a gorgeous, Buck Custom 120, with stag handle. Had to be one of the best-looking knives I ever saw. OK - here comes the sad part. I decided, though sheath knives were beautiful, that I'd rather collect folders. Why? Heck, I don't know - seemed like a good idea at the time. So, we took the 120 back to the shop where my wife had bought it, and explained to the owner what I was interested in. Looking back, I think the guy must have decided that I was an idiot (he was right), and that he'd teach me a lesson. He exchanged the 120 for a high-quality pocket knife (not a Buck - I wish it had been), and off I went. Well, ironically, I now focus my collecting on larger, Buck sheath knives: 120, 124, and some 119's. I don't own a true, Buck Custom 120, and very possibly, never will. I still have that little pocket knife, and it has increased in value, but not nearly as much as that beautiful 120-S would have. Believe it or not, I was going through some stuff the other day, and found the original receipt for that Buck. It cost $63 and change. Sorry. I have to go cry now. That's my story.

Vern
Orlando, FL
 
I have a story I don't want to tell,as a life was taken to save my own. In 1968 I was a combat medic in Vietnam. I was working on a wounded soldier, cutting the uniform with my buck knife 120. All of a sudden, I heard yelling and when I looked up an enemy gook was running straight at me. I heard a bust of gun fire from behind me. As the enemy gook lunged at me I thrust my 120 buck knife into his chest. When they rolled him off me, his body was riddled with bullet holes and my buck 120 had done it's job. This is my story, I never wanted told.
 
My first Buck...at about 14 years age I became aware of that beautifull display in the local mom and pop Hardware store...while delivering my papers I would go in and give the owner his daily paper and would keep eyeballin' that case of shiny knives. One in particular seemed to be calling out to me...the one with that really cool "hook" up by the blade...couldn't keep my eyes off of it...it was like it was the only one in the case...saved my money for a month or so just to afford it. When the day came to buy it the clerk said"do your parents know your buying a knife"...yup, I lied. Out the door we went and I had that sheath on my belt Lickety split and on our way we went...me and my new prized possesion. Dad never missed a beat,That night he asked whatchya got on your belt? ..........A Buck knife I sheepishly replied..."can I see it?".....shure...."nice knife, he said with a tinge of envy...good job, Buy quality and you spend your money once, Buy junk and you throw your money away" he said. Wow...the nod of aproval!!!
Me and that 112 were inseperable...it cleaned more fish than I could ever count, cut whatever was called to be cut, and lost it's tip to a paint can lid...(at the very moment my dad yelled STOP)...I'll send it in and get it fixed I said afterwards..."NO YOU WON'T" said my dad..."you broke it, you fix it" he said.
That 112 followed me off to the Coast Guard and when the Chief Boatswains Mate saw my sheath he demanded to see my knife...He laid it across his palm and when the blade came just shy of going past his hand he said OK...this one ain't too long...others had there tips snapped off because of some blade length rule on the ships...
that 'ole 112 cut through a lot of line in its time on Deck Force...I was pretty good with linework and webbing as a Deckhand...But alas...
One day while repairing some webbing in the cages we would crouch in on the HELO deck for landings/refueling ops...Up in the Bearing Staits of Alaska,, I pulled my trusty companion from its sheath to make a cut...cold fingers got the best of me and over the side and to the bottom of the drink she went.......
Gone but never forgotten, I have got many 112's now.....But that one will allways be my favorite.........












Girly Knifes RULE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
 
I attribute my Buck addiction to my wifes good taste. She bought me my first BUCK 112 the first years Christmas we were together. Christmas day I open a small package that was left under the tree. Up until that point it was a merger Christmas. I know it's all about giving, but receiving is so much more fun. I open the present and it was a sparkling new 112 with nickel silver bolsters, I was thrilled, and she also bought me a Buck 3 stone sharpening stone. I am the luckiest guy in the world. I still have both,

The knife and the Wife, sharpening stone as well.
 
Oh, and thanx for another contest Dave...Your's are allways fun to read :thumbup:


and after going and reading through and ponering for a bit a dull memory came back....
hazy at first,from those early not so innocent years.....
a memory of a sore arm/shoulder area...from where the older kids would slug you one if you didn't take a dare, or make a trade, or play a game.....
like NumbledePeg...Yup... stand with your feet shoulder width and toss and stick a knife in the ground between your opponents feet...
most all of the knives were the two bladed fishin' knives...you know the ones...Texas toothpick main blade and a scaler/fish hook rmover blade...that or barlows...
and not the nice expensive type barlows you see over in the TRad.forums...the cheapo light ones ;)that us small towners cood get.....
welllllll, seems them boys din't want to be playin no more numbledepeg with me no more when I whipped out My 112 and showed em how it could shave arm hair................
But that's another story to be tellin another time.....
 
I dont have a very good story, but I do have one.

When i was younger....say 10 or 12 (19 now), I got ahold of my Dad's buck 121 knife he used for skinning deer. The knife was Made in 1991. I lost my dad when i was 2.....so about '94. Well anyways, after I got ahold of the knife i proceded to take it out and stare at it. played with it (not in a reckless way....i was still scared of it lol), and as the knife was still sharp as a razor (hadn't been used since he died).....it bit me real good on one of my fingers. I wasn't allowed to touch the knife at the time, so I bandaged myself up and hid it...Oh well

I plan on skinning my first deer with it (been hunting a few times, but never saw anything).
 
JNieporte said:
Another story (don't count this as an entry if we're only limited to one)...

A friend of mine is an employee of the city zoo. He was making his rounds, feeding the animals and doing some clean-up. He went to use his Buck (a custom 112) and discovered it was gone. After some backtracking, he realized he used it last in the elephant pen. He dug around there for a while, looking everywhere. Then he realized that one of the elephants must have eaten it, along with the other piles of hay and food. A day and a phone call later, and I'm with him in the pen, digging through elephant dung for this knife. Nothing. The next day, he offers me $20 to help him look again. I agreed, and after about ten minutes of digging in poo, he found it. We hosed it off, then let it soak for about 15 minutes in a bucket with hot water and dishwashing liquid. It cleaned up nicely. Let it dry, touched up the edge, lubed it, and told him not to do that again.
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This is a good one!
 
heres one i forgot about. i have this scar on my lower arm above my wrist. my dad had this old 110 and my friends dad had a 110. we made spears with them and were pretend fighting with the spears and 110's. pretending we were heman i'm sure. well he accidently stab me in my arm and the knife is hanging out of my arm in the muscle right between the bone. i ran home crying and my mom had to take me to the hospital. got stiches and was told i was really lucky that it stuck in the muscle between the bone cause it could of been really worse.

we come home and find a nice written note with a drawing and an apology. the next day both our dads had a talk, we had talks given to us and that was that.

everytime i look down at my arm and see that scar, i think of that time. most the time i don't notice the scar but you can see it if you look close.
 
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yeeeeeks !
most of us have been bitten by our bucks and
many of us have a scar or two from that ..
but this is the first time i heard of one haveing to be removed!!!

most times they bite and let go .. they dont hang on!!!

this past weekend i was cleaning my girlfirends buck
and it bit me ! ... oh well i have been bitten so many times now
i could not even begin to count them ...
 
ok a bump ! so far lots of good stories
you guys know some thing ..
you may have had a story in one of the way back giveaways
but
if you post it again you will be ellagible for this give away also!!
i mean there are lots of new members of the buck forum
and they most likely have not heard the stories from old timers like us>>>
so post them again if you want to!!!
 
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