taking a step back

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16 years ago I started working construction, I was 14 years old. We didint start working till 7am but my dad who dropped me off every morning in the summer also began at 7am but nearly an hour away. So I got dropped off nearly an hour or better before I had to be there.
That summer was tough, I grew up on a farm but shoveling and running a maul all day wasnt what I expected at all!!! We pretty much dug ditches putting in field tile and drainage. One of the rule was to carry a knife every day, if ya didint have one " GO HOME" and that was the rule cause all day we were cutting plastic drain tile and without a knife you were rendered useless by my boss. At that time I had an older (my dads) imperial ireland knife I dont remember it too well other than it was rather worn. So I decided I needed a knife.
One of the guys I worked with always carried an old timer 194ot I believe a single blade liner lock and he sharpened it every morning in the shop before we left. I loved that knife the way it was thin and seemed to slice through tile like a hot knife if butter even under water and in dirt and everything else. That was what I had to have a knife just like his. But at $5.00 an hour and gas at nearly a buck a gallon and me not having a car It wasnt like today, just jump on ebay and get one. So I waited till dad was going to walmart and rode along with him with over $50 bucks in my pocket like a big timer who had plans to buy a knife,a 194ot to be exact.
But when I got there things went haywire!!!!! I saw what changed my life, well kinda, more so made me a schrade lover. but there it was All green with beautiful brass bolsters and a lock back to boot, 50tg that was the knife for me!!! Forgeting I had a job I told my dad thats the one Can I get that one, and he replied its your money now get what ya want. And I did. It was great all the way Home I opened and closed it put it in my pocket and back out and on and on. It took me almost a whole month to lose that knife. What a bummer but now I was hooked and had to get another but I didint lose this one. Now this wasnt my first schrade but it was the best knife ever and still is to this day. And thats were it all started. Didint want to bore you guys just poped into my head at work today and wanted to share. Some how in the last month or so though I seem to have lost the good ol green guy since I dont keep him with the rest he gets tossed around a lot more. hopefull it shows up. didint mean to bore ya's it just poped into my head today at work and I wanted to share- Joel​
 
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great story joel. thanks for sharing.
im sitting here trying to remember my first schrade but not sure if i can? i do remember the little thing that made me a knife collector----in about 1972 when i was 12 years old or so ,the old man down at the barber shop had a glass display counter in the back of the shop that he had full of knives just for people to look at. i thought it was the neatest thing. he actually sold me one of them and i still have it today--a wood handled ka-bar folding hunter. thats the day my collecting started--just didn't know it at the time!! a year or 2 later, when the rodeo came to town, i used to help with the livestock(right up a young cowboys alley). i brought the rodeo clown a homeade plate dinner one hot afternoon and he gave me a western camper knife which i still have. anyway i was doomed to be a collector and would'nt want it any other way.
brady
 
I know the feelin hopefully you find the bugger:grumpy: My beloved rat went AWOl last fall (I thought) blamed my son for using her and not returning to the place he got her:mad: then got to thinking (I know bad thing to do) any way where I had last used her , building a new CASA ,and under the crawl space doing plumbing work thought maybe laid her down and got dirt covered and left:grumpy:so my Schrade hunt begins and low and behold find out they went bust in 04":eek:sooo long story short started huntin Schrades. In Dec.-Jan 07-08. I was gettin all gussied up to go to a Christmas shindig that the Company the wiffey works for and walla in the bottom of a pair of dress pants is my rat(77OT), don't dress up to often :Dfunerals:( etc. and the last funeral is when I left her in those deep pockets:p.Been in the safe as the Queen every since and occasionally fondled to bring back memories!!and replaced with a new old stock one you know the old story "new model half her age OR more"!!!:D


Joel,Good luck on the findin yer lost Pal!!!
 
My collecting career started by covetting an 8ot that my Pop Pop kept in his desk drawer. When I was little I always found a reason to get in his desk and check out that knife.It was aspecial knife even to him. He only carried it when we went hunting. His EDC was a Schrade electricians knife from his days with PPL.
My collection has grown vastly since then to include hundreds of knives, including plenty of custom folders but I still usually pack a Schrade.
It's a pleasant reminder of one of my heores and a simpler time.
 
My first Schrade was an LB8 given to me from my dad back in '86 for my fifteenth birthday. Still have it.
 
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