Special Knives acquired or gifted to you - share them here.

TheChunk91 said:
That's awesome Jim!


This little case was a gift one christmas when I was a teenager. I don't remember the exact year. My sister picked it out and dad bought it. It was one of the best (quality wise) knives I had in those years so I always took pretty good care of it. I remember being impressed with how sharp it was when new, back when factory edges were sharper than what I could accomplish.

It's been a while since I've carried it so I have it today.

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Looks like you have taken excellent care of it throughout the years.....
 
This thread is going in the direction I had hoped for - thanks for all the pictures and stories - keep them coming.

My Dad was in the Far East when I was born, we didn’t meet until 1956 when I was 9 months old and he was 20. He was in Japan when this photo of him was taken. One of his trophies from that era was this M-4 Imperial Bayonet (don’t know how he kept it!). Obviously a WW-II issue bayonet, we don’t know who or where it was during that war but we can account for it since 1956. It was Dad’s everything fixed blade while I was growing up - when we went camping, hunting, hiking, or fishing it was there - he painted it black (like all his tools) and painted the M8 sheath black as well (and cut off the pistol belt hook). When I was in the ARNG in 1990 my unit was processing for Desert Storm - Dad was retired ARNG by then and he passed it on to me (we never left the USA - it was over that quick!). I carried the bayonet in my military service from that point forward (cleaned off the remaining black paint, found a better M8A1 scabbard, sharpened it, and carried it until I retired in 2005 including to OIF in 2003. It is our family heirloom now, marking both of our service in the Army. OH

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Dad's EOD kit resize.jpg I've shared this before. My dad was in the Air Force, and he was EOD. He used to carry this kit with him. He gave it to me years back. The difference with how it looks now was he used to have the tool pouch attached to the front of the knife sheath. He had removed the sharpening stone pouch so the tool pouch would sit flat. I made the new stone pouch and had put his initials on it.
 
Old Hunter said:
This thread is going in the direction I had hoped for - thanks for all the pictures and stories - keep them coming.

My Dad was in the Far East when I was born, we didn’t meet until 1956 when I was 9 months old and he was 20. He was in Japan when this photo of him was taken. One of his trophies from that era was this M-4 Imperial Bayonet (don’t know how he kept it!). Obviously a WW-II issue bayonet, we don’t know who or where it was during that war but we can account for it since 1956. It was Dad’s everything fixed blade while I was growing up - when we went camping, hunting, hiking, or fishing it was there - he painted it black (like all his tools) and painted the M8 sheath black as well (and cut off the pistol belt hook). When I was in the ARNG in 1990 my unit was processing for Desert Storm - Dad was retired ARNG by then and he passed it on to me (we never left the USA - it was over that quick!). I carried the bayonet in my military service from that point forward (cleaned off the remaining black paint, found a better M8A1 scabbard, sharpened it, and carried it until I retired in 2005 including to OIF in 2003. It is our family heirloom now, marking both of our service in the Army. OH

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That's awesome Bruce! You look just like your dad.
 
In my years on the porch, I have gotten to know some of the members here quite well. I have even had the fine privilege of sitting down and enjoying a meal or several with them during the annual GEC rendezvous gatherings. Some of them had expressed desires to go to the rendezvous gatherings but were unfortunately limited by health reasons.

This one hails from @BigBiscuit, who shared my love for the 15 pattern. He recovered this in a rich dark ebony and made the pull a bit heavier than the usuals. His original intention was that I'd have a knife that I would be more casual about carrying since i hesitate to carry new knives not wanting to damage them. However with our friend's passing, the knife is quite literally irreplaceable and holds tremendous sentimental value.
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This one hails from @r redden , who has taken a step back from the forums lately. He is another one who also tried to inspire the use of different knife patterns and has sent quite a variation to me over time.
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This one among many others hails from waynorth waynorth who I have gotten to know quite well over the past few years. We share many hobbies among them the fondness for single blade knives :D:p. Jokes aside, its modded single blade knives. This one is also outside the norm of my usual patterns. It is also particularly interesting as @philllll and Evan has had a hand in this. Phil chose the micarta and Evan did the mod work. Nice small carver that sits on my work desk as I prep rough carvings for rings.
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This one hails from a bunch of folks as it was presented to me during one of the rendezvous that our friend from down under made the trek to. @paulhilborn and @Campbellclanman pitched in and grabbed this from waynorth waynorth 's knife case and presented it to me during the saturday of that get together where we all pile in to that ballroom. It was quite a rendezvous as it had a whole bunch of porch folks gathered including @knowtracks @Wolfsschanze Old Engineer Old Engineer @Augie @Half/Stop maybe a few others assembled. It was a total surprise but a treasured souvenir of the fun times and jokes we all shared. I can still hear Duncan's accented voice saying "that'll buff right out Jack" in reference to an old knife I was looking at, at the dinner table.

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It is a privilege to make y'all acquaintance.
 
I have a handful of knives that mean a lot to me, I have both my grandfathers and fathers pocket and hunting knife which I cherish. My brother was a very avid outdoorsman and Hunter his whole life and he passed away right before Thanksgiving last year. We were separated by distance but would always manage a couple of hunting trips each year. With his failing health I knew I needed to visit him before our next planned hunting trip, so I went for a visit the first week of November and we had a great time just talking about the past and life in general. He told that he had a knife and a gun that he wanted me to have but I couldn’t have them until he was done using them, we laughed and said I would probably never get them. Three weeks later he passed, after the funeral his daughter handed me two boxes and said the top Dad wanted you to have, it was the Buck 120 General that was on every hunting trip we made as the general camp knife that saw many duties over the years, this knife and my father’s and grandfathers knife I will keep and pass on to my kid’s and or grandkids. The other box had about 50 or so knives in it, l kept a handful of them that he and I traded back and forth over the years. I made sure that his daughter got his personal favorites so she could give to his 3 year old grandson in the future. The remaining knives were donated to a Boy Scout troop in his area.

Here’s the picture of the Buck 120 and the others I got that day.
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This Western is Dad’s, that he gave to me last March. His initials are stamped into the sheath. He told me he got it from a local hardware store when he was 15, he’s 79 now. The farmer he was working for said it was too sharp for castrating pigs, so he took it from Dad and dulled the blade down a bit. (According to Dad). I have no idea why anyone would do that, but that’s the story. It’s the only hunting knife Dad’s ever owned. He put the shoe string around it to keep from losing it in the woods. Some of my earliest memories of Dad going hunting is when he would get his gear together before the season, setting his knife, compass, box of shells and his Winchester .30-30 on the kitchen table. This one will also go to one of my daughters, to hopefully keep in the family forever.

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My family made me work for my knives. I remember my grandpa driving me to walmart, where I used the money I earned from bailing hay to buy my first Old Timer.

But recently, my next-door neighbor gave me a knife. My neighbor has been in his house since the early 50s. When we first moved in, my neighbor would wash and detail his truck every weekend. We've lived here for about 7 years, and I've seen my neighbor go down in health rapidly since we've moved in. A few weeks ago, I was washing my car, and he joking asked if I'd wash his truck too. I said "yeah no problem" and went and washed (and dryed and waxed and detailed) his truck for him as I know he can't do the work himself anymore.

Well, he came out and was in awe, and we got to talking like always and tried to start his truck and it wouldn't start, so I jumped it for him. After a few minutes, he called me into his garage where we talked of hunting and fishing in the Sierra's, and he pulled out a brand new box and said "this is for you."

I opened it, and there was a shiny new Elk Ridge bowie knife. I gave a heartfelt "thank you" and we shook hands before parting ways.

It's not super steel, or made in America, or vintage, or particularly handsome with it's nylon sheath, but it sure means a lot.

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