Remember the 1980s?

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....👌👌👌
 
The 1980s remembers you.
I remember the days of bins full of "Survival Knives" in drug stores for $5 each.

Guess what?
This one survived.

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My friend has had it since we were kids in the 80s.
He brought it out to the woods...and we survived! :D
(we didn't actually use it though...)
No,no! Not again! :)
 
I bought a Frontier All American Lockback at Walmart for very little money earned from my summer job. That one and the Ulster Utility pocket knife my Grand Dad gave me in 2nd grade fuel my interest. I still have the Ulster but sadly, the Frontier was stollen.
 
I spent my youth with a USAF survival knife much of the time with my cousin and his knife like the one in the OP. I always wanted the Altor survival knife. Very cool
 
Not only do I remember the 80s, I SHOULD still have my own "survival" knife somewhere at home, along with my pilot's knife that replaced it. The pilot knife, I found in a box of my Dad's junk from my parents' latest PCS move and he was like "Take it and go, so I can get some work done!" Every weekend from then on, I'd disappear into the woods near our house in Ft. Leavenworth, Kansas. Man, I miss those days so badly sometimes.

Anyway, if I can find 'em, I'll post them up!
 
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