I live in the beautiful Flint Hills(picture not far from my house):
Here in (picture taken in a very old cemetery not far from the picture above):
The Flint Hills is a unique area that forms a strip running north-south right in the middle of the US. It's prairie land that is primarily cattle grazing land. Every year, they burn the fields. This cleans away all of the old, dead tallgrass from the previous year and makes room for and feeds the coming new grass. After the burning, new life emerges:
My favorite knife is my favorite because of whose it was and the story behind it. It's an old Case slimline trapper from the early 40's. It was my great-grandfather's, a man who tried to get a loan from the bank to buy a tractor but was denied because tractors were still pretty uncommon in the area he lived. The bank would give him a loan to buy hogs, so he took out the loan, bought some hogs, sold them immediately and took the cash and bought a tractor.

He was quite a character. My uncle said he used this Case knife for everything but he finally tired of it as he got older because it was hard to clean out his fingernails with it at the end of the day because it was so long. That's when he switched to the small Schrade pictured below. These were the only 2 knives he owned as far as I know.
Nearly a tie for favorite knife, this was my grandfather's (the man who raised me) Case medium stockman. It was jigged bone, but as you can see, it's smooth bone now! Talk about pocket worn, it was carried so much that the bone is absolutely smooth now and CASE is worn from the shield: