The misterious ways of a knife or a story with a happy ending.
I joined this forum two years ago and as I was new to the knife world. I noticed the generosity of the good people of the Porch and experienced it myself. Our dear member
Will Power
sent me a 66 slim as a Christmas gift that year. It was my first GEC and soon became my favourite knife. One Sunday next summer I drove back to the capital where I study and had the slim with me, in a pocket of some very comfy shorts. Too comfy, it turned out. I emtied the content of my pockets on the desk as I usually and it struck me - the knife was gone! I rushed back to the car searched for it in panic. I repeated that several times over the week, I basically turned my little car inside out, yet that little rascal was nowhere to be found ... It hit me hard, I've never lost a knife before and am generally not a person who loses things. At last I accepted that it was gone, probably for good. It could have slipped out of the pocket when I either got in or out of the car, fell on the ground and someone perhaps picked it up. Pretty much the same routine today - pack the car and drive to the capital for another week of university. I arrived in front of the house I reside in throughout the week, but something told me to have a look at the seat. I reached in the gap between the bottom part of the seat where you sit and the top part you lean against. Imagine my shock when I felt the knife! Good grief, how rusty it must be after all these months, I thought. I pulled it out and had a look. Nothing! Not a single spot of corrosion whatsoever. I still giggle while writing this. After more than a year I found my favourite knife! In the picture below is also the knife I had in my pocket when I found it. I guess I was trying to fill a void ... 
Oh well, the main thing is the lost son, I mean knife 
, is found again. It's going right back in the pocket for some carry and cutting duties. It had a long enough vacation.
I joined this forum two years ago and as I was new to the knife world. I noticed the generosity of the good people of the Porch and experienced it myself. Our dear member
Will Power
sent me a 66 slim as a Christmas gift that year. It was my first GEC and soon became my favourite knife. One Sunday next summer I drove back to the capital where I study and had the slim with me, in a pocket of some very comfy shorts. Too comfy, it turned out. I emtied the content of my pockets on the desk as I usually and it struck me - the knife was gone! I rushed back to the car searched for it in panic. I repeated that several times over the week, I basically turned my little car inside out, yet that little rascal was nowhere to be found ... It hit me hard, I've never lost a knife before and am generally not a person who loses things. At last I accepted that it was gone, probably for good. It could have slipped out of the pocket when I either got in or out of the car, fell on the ground and someone perhaps picked it up. Pretty much the same routine today - pack the car and drive to the capital for another week of university. I arrived in front of the house I reside in throughout the week, but something told me to have a look at the seat. I reached in the gap between the bottom part of the seat where you sit and the top part you lean against. Imagine my shock when I felt the knife! Good grief, how rusty it must be after all these months, I thought. I pulled it out and had a look. Nothing! Not a single spot of corrosion whatsoever. I still giggle while writing this. After more than a year I found my favourite knife! In the picture below is also the knife I had in my pocket when I found it. I guess I was trying to fill a void ... Oh well, the main thing is the lost son, I mean knife , is found again. It's going right back in the pocket for some carry and cutting duties. It had a long enough vacation.
, not that you would’ve known it was there when you did. I wish I could go back and find my Old Timer 340T I lost 30 years ago
Knives do go missing but to find one after hope is lost is so pleasing. I lost a very nice Stag Chambriard le compact years ago, probably in an hotel but maybe in the car. That was 2 cars ago so it's a goner for certain. I did find a Forum Knife 08 down the side of an armchair after several years, very greasy and a bit rusty but OK 
Anyway, she chose me, stayed there for months and when winter set in she was taken in permanently, neutered and now loves going between town & country 
