I have wrestled with this question.
Allow me to share why, and my current take on this, and other life matters.
I was born in the South in 1955 and have lived in the South all my life.
Upon being brought home from being born, a Case Peanut, and .22 Revolver was placed in my dresser drawer crib.
Money was tight, and folks did not buy what they could not afford. One did not have credit cards, and if one signed a ledger at the market, drug store, that ledger was paid off on pay day.
One made do, did without, repaired, or did lay-a-way on items, including tools.
So one was wise to choose tools for "fit" and for tasks.
Try before you buy, was important, even though choices are nowhere what they are today.
One learned the correct basic fundamentals of tools and tool use.
No tool is ever better than the user of said tool.
One thought ahead, and had the tool for the job, still one was raised to Improvise, Adapt, Overcome.
SlipJoints were users.
Livelihoods depended on these slip joints being sharp , maintained and not abused.
You break a blade on a knife prying, you had better have a real good emergency situation that dictated such a "sacrifice for the greater good".
Like getting into a house on fire and busting that blade to get a door lock open, or window lock - unlocked.
One had better not be a lazy person and not walk the few steps back to the tool box to get a claw hammer to pry a nail up, or screwdriver to get a paint can open.
You were raised to know to bring tools for task, bring the tools and use them.
Slip joints, well lessons did share how to use one to open them steel cans, (no aluminum cans, and no pull tops) or a bottle top, and NOT bust the blade.
We learned how to remove bottle caps with a Gov't Model of 1911 as well.
As Browning designed that 1911, the 1911 is a toolbox unto itself.
Camp knive, or Scout knives, were set back in case of emergency, like kits for when Tornados come through...
Scouts ( Boy and Girl Scouts) used them, still in time and locale Boy/Girl Scouts learned to use a slipjoint, and how to survive in the woods and even in the city with a slipjoint.
Never learn on a crutch and learn the correct basic fundamentals, are just two of many lessons passed forward.
Cold war and yellow and black Civil Defense signs.
I think we did more CD drills than Fire Drills when I was a kid.
Camp/Scout knives were not really EDC, especially for ladies and some men that worked city jobs.
So if the "Ruskies attacked" and having to run to shelter , like under Sears Roebuck...
EDC might just be that imitation MOP pen knife, a lady had or the Case Peanut the gentleman at the bank had.
I honestly cannot tell you what year I first saw a SAK.
Folks going on about "this" or "that" about it, and we all had P38s (Military can openers that came in C Rations, or knew where all the bottle /can openers were in stores, or how to use a pair of slipjoint pliers, or even a screwdriver to open a can of soup.
Oh yeah the GI Demo knife was another knife we had set back...
Honest to goodness contests on getting a soup can open with Carbon steel bladed Camp/Scout knife, GI Demo, SAK and whatever slip joint, most often a Case Stockman .
Some used the spey, others the sheepsfoot blade - but that slipjoint would beat the others getting a can of soup open!
In the hands of someone raised right, with correct basic fundamentals...
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I had a Camillus Scout knife or two here and there, one tossed in my vehicle.
I assisted some folks on the side of the road and some weeks later, they tossed a SAK in the trunk.
I had refused any payment for assisting, just how raised.
Darn thing, stayed there, I never bothered to even look at it. I had a carbon steel knife and this SAK was "stainless steel" - no thanks.
I gave that knife away to couple , on the side of the road I assisted from out of state about two years later.
Time passes and I get a SAK classic, okay, nifty little deal still not a Case with scissors, still stuck back...rarely used by me, loaned to co-workers at times.
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Time and politics hit. Ticks me off to no end!
Knife mfg forgot what brung 'em up. All about collectors and "stainless steel" blades, and goopy handles.
Mfg's start going out of business, cutting corners and what all...
Folks got all spoilt and citified and lessons on correct basic fundamentals, not learning on a crutch were not being passed forward.
Marketing indoctrinated folks they "had to have" and Credit cards meant getting more of these "gotta haves" to keep up or outdo the Jone's.
SAK is clicking along and the darn knives are sharp out of the box, will sharpen easy enough, and hold an edge long enough to do the tasks of what folks can do most times.
Not near as tough and rugged as that GI Demo,or Camp knife of yesteryear...still good enough for most folks.
Dang snap, walk and talk on a SAK Pocket Pal will outdo a hi-dollar knife with worse steel and costing too much money...pretty darn sad...knife mfg ought to be ashamed of themselves.
Rebel I am , and not just because I am a Southern Boy.
I have one SAK classic SD.
If'n I was to add others, they would be Pocket Pals, Bantams and Solos.
Why?
As these fit the stupid PC areas some have imposed, and the Solo is nothing more than a red Case Slimline Trapper to me.
I wrestle, I rebel.
My role is to pass forward as passed to me.
I by golly choose to show what a slip joint can do, and this means freehand sharpening too.
I have to accept some areas, some budgets, so a SAK tossed in a vehicle, or emergency kit, with a oils stone is "in addition to", or backup.
I still pass forward how to use a bone stock 1911 to open a bottle top, how to use a slip joint to open a bottle top and how to get top off using a sharp edge of a truck tailgate, counter top or whatever else is handy.
Nothing wrong with SAK, they have earned what they are, no doubt.
I gotta pass forward as passed to me.
Too much is not being passed on, and too much is being lost, and someday nobody will even know some skill sets - and not being passed forward - will be lost in history ...
Just a Southern Boy I am with Convictions, Hard Head, and mighty strong Rebel genes is all...
Regards,
Steve