Oh, I remember. Fondly.
This is the single most experiential piece of hardware i have ever owned. It taught me everything you should never, ever, ever do with a knife.
Left in the rain. Left in a tree. Left buried. Left in the creek. Left where my cousins could get hold of it. Thrown at anything that looked like a target. Pried open the rusty trunk of an abandoned '70's gas hog. Opened countless cold pops, and maybe a few beers before it was legal. Don't tell. Hammered, sharpened, blunted, reground and resharpened and immediately dulled again. Never reforged. Left in the attic. The mere fact that I still possess it in any condition is a testament to just how hardy an educational implement it is. We wanna squabble about super steel? I spent my most formative years hatefully abusing this knife and it lived.
One of my very first actual restoration projects was to bring the blade tip back from a crumpled paper airplane to something more like a cheese knife. I didn't say it was a good attempt. Don't stab rocks, kids.
Yeah, I learned more in decades since, but you keep something like this around to remind yourself how far you've come. I absolutely love this piece of junk.
ME TOO....


