Tell us one of your favorite Buck Knife stories

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Hi Folks,

Tell us one of your favorite Buck knife stories. It can be anything from skinning squirrels with grandpa, finding that one Buck you always had to have, getting your first knife, rescuing a whale, saving a life, or anything.

I'll start.

I was in an Airborne unit and we were jumping. I was in the last load with the jump master, a major, and a captain. A bad thunderstorm came up while we were inbound to the drop zone and the winds kicked up pretty high. Since we were the last the decision was made to jump us anyway. So, out the door I went. I was blown by the high winds 2 miles from the DZ and when I hit ground it was in an open swamp with waist deep water. My parachute was still inflated and I was pulled along behind it like a water skier. The only problem was that my feet were tangled in the risers and the releases were oxidized shut. Water was coming up between my legs like a fire hose. You can imagine being towed by a ski boat on your rump feet first. I was about to drown. So, I whipped my Buck 110 out and cut one of the risers with one slash of that very sharp blade. My chute deflated and I stopped just in time to keep from being dragged through some barbed wire!. Whew!
 
Great story, Doc. I imagine it would be tough to open a 110 in that situation.

1975, age 14, bow hunting chipmunks in the Indiana woods of my youth. Somehow the plastic nock detached from one of my wooden arrows. Holding the arrow in my left hand, tightly pinched between my thumb and index finger, I unsheathed my 105 and thought, "No problem. I'll just carve a nock into the end of this shaft." As soon as I applied downward pressure, my extremely sharp 105 split the arrow down the middle and continued to cut through the skin of my index finger all the way to the bone. Ouch! :eek: A trip to the hospital and 4 stitches later, I had a story to tell my friends and all the ice cream I could eat from my mother. :o 40 years later, I still have a scar on my finger that reminds me of my adventurous childhood and my trusty Buck knife that was always by my side. :)


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My first buck knife was a 425 minibuck that I got from our neighbor.
He was selling a bunch of knives he got from cutlery corner, and 5 minibucks happened to be part of his order. For some reason he was only asking 4$ for them, anyways I didn't have any money so he was " nice " enough to let me have one that I could eventually pay for.
I never did pay him for it and never really intended to, because he was not really the best person ( he was basically a dead beat who never knew an honest day in his life )
He had actually tapped into our power creating a very dangerous situation of exposed wires and flammable insulation.

I carried that knife every single day for about 4yrs, and it reminds me of how I'm able to make the best of a bad situation for myself. ( we may have had a crappy neighbor who endangered our lives, but I got my first buck and trusty edc out of the deal )

My favorite buck story is the day I brought my buck 110 home.

When I was asked what I wanted for my graduation present without hesitation I said I wanted a buck 110, because for the longest time I just knew that I was supposed to own one for no other reason than the fact that it's an American icon. For some reason I felt an obligation as an American to own one.
Anyways I got it home and my grandma takes one look at it and says " I had one of those, they were the shit back in the day "

At that moment I knew 100% that I had made the right choice , to to here that even your grandma owned one really proves how iconic it is.
 
Those are great stories! I still wince thinking about that cut thumb. Ouch!
Hickory, that is too funny that your grandmother had a 110.

My father taught me how to squirrel, rabbit, coyote, fox, bird, and etc. hunt. For years I used various models of stockman pattern knives to clean them with. I finally got a Buck and found it was a lot stronger than the other brands. I remember taking that knife and teaching my friends to clean game the way my father taught me. I had been taught well and ruined no meat. I was proud that I was able to teach my friends. I was the guru, so to speak.
I remember coming in from the woods with a sack full of game. We would have squirrel and rice, fried squirrel or rabbit, dove and gravy, you name it.
 
Not much of a story and not my own. This would be mid late 60's. My oldest brother related to me that he gifted a Buck 120 to his best friend when he went to Vietnam. Story was his friend used that Buck General to escape a downed helicopter, getting out on the side opposite where being fired upon. As I recall, my brother and his friend tried to join up together but my brother didn't qualify because of a hand injury.
 
I just sent my dad a Buck 112 for Father's Day this past weekend. We are a few states apart and last time I was visiting I noticed he had still been carrying his vintage Schrade that was pretty beat up. So this past Sunday when I talked to my parents over the phone mother said that the knife I sent really made him smile and that he looked like a boy on Christmas morning as took it out to play with. Wish I could've actually been there.
 
RevolverGuy said:
I just sent my dad a Buck 112 for Father's Day....the knife I sent really made him smile and that he looked like a boy on Christmas morning as took it out to play with.
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Don't panic. This reaction is quite normal. :D :thumbup:
 
Maybe David will chime in with another one of his stories and Joe Houser with one of his Buck co stories.
 
About four years ago I bought a 110 for my son for his birthday. He was in college at the time. The next day at school he was sitting in a science class when another student walked in and spoke with the instructor. The instructor then told the class that the California State Fish and Wildlife had brought in two mountain lions for necropsies. If any students were interested they were welcome to go. With great interest my son went and that was the first time he used his brand new 110! I was jealous.
 
This story is a 1996 accident I had while in deer camp.The gang was all back from the deer woods and we ate our supper of deep fried clams n chips and got the dishes washed ,dried and prepared for a card game.We were discussing old hunts and what we had planned for the next day and I happened to take my freshly sharpened buck110 out to sharpen the pencil for keeping score at cards.

The next thing I remember someone said they needed a few feet of rope to tie gear down on the atv.i got up and got along piece of rope,stepped on it to hold with my foot while I cut rope,well my knife sliced the rope a lot easier than I anticipated,and the momentum pushed the knife straight into my calf to the bone.

I pulled my pants up and it was bad ,clean cut about 2 inches long and deep.i got the first aid kit and patched myself up but not before I pumped a lot of blood all over the camp.at the hospital the emergency room took me right in,14 stitches to close up the wound.then when I thought I was on my way,the doc said shit,I forgot to clear the wound of blood clots,so he cut the stitches out and put his fingers in my cut to fish out the clots which there were 5 and looked like rabbit kidneys.

The most pain was the next day after I was home the swelling really came out and ripped the stitches out.backtlthe hospital for the third round of stitches on this wound.I ended up nicking a tendon and have no feeling in my foot from this cut,and it took me 2 months before I could walk again.lesson learned .
 
In 1976 I got a new Buck 107 Scout. Buck had just brought this model out and i got one that had antler handles with a pouch sheath. It was a beauty. I didn't tell my folks anything. Just brought it in to my bedroom and looked at it then later went to class. I got home about 8 pm and was hungry. Mom had fixed fried chicken and French fries.
After eating I went to wash my plate and there was my New Buck knife in the sink, dirty. Hey, who snuck my new Buck knife out and used it. Mom said she did as there were no sharp knives in the kitchen when she went to cut up the fryer and peel potatoes for supper. So, she looked, found mine and it worked great. I fished it out, washed and dried it and noticed the edge was still very sharp. So, I hid it much better and retrieved my India stone. Went to the kitchen and sharpened all her knives. She saw me doing this and smiled as she went to watch 'The Lawrence Welk Show'. "Bubbles please, ana one ana two..." So, the bubbles always kept me busy and out of the living room on his night. DM
 
David Martin said:
In 1976 I got a new Buck 107 Scout. Buck had just brought this model out and i got one that had antler handles with a pouch sheath. It was a beauty. I didn't tell my folks anything. Just brought it in to my bedroom and looked at it then later went to class. I got home about 8 pm and was hungry. Mom had fixed fried chicken and French fries.
After eating I went to wash my plate and there was my New Buck knife in the sink, dirty. Hey, who snuck my new Buck knife out and used it. Mom said she did as there were no sharp knives in the kitchen when she went to cut up the fryer and peel potatoes for supper. So, she looked, found mine and it worked great. I fished it out, washed and dried it and noticed the edge was still very sharp. So, I hid it much better and retrieved my India stone. Went to the kitchen and sharpened all her knives. She saw me doing this and smiled as she went to watch 'The Lawrence Welk Show'. "Bubbles please, ana one ana two..." So, the bubbles always kept me busy and out of the living room on his night. DM
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Hahaha! Your mother was smarter than you thought. She got exactly what she wanted. :D
 
RAZORBLADES said:
This story is a 1996 accident I had while in deer camp.The gang was all back from the deer woods and we ate our supper of deep fried clams n chips and got the dishes washed ,dried and prepared for a card game.We were discussing old hunts and what we had planned for the next day and I happened to take my freshly sharpened buck110 out to sharpen the pencil for keeping score at cards.

The next thing I remember someone said they needed a few feet of rope to tie gear down on the atv.i got up and got along piece of rope,stepped on it to hold with my foot while I cut rope,well my knife sliced the rope a lot easier than I anticipated,and the momentum pushed the knife straight into my calf to the bone.

I pulled my pants up and it was bad ,clean cut about 2 inches long and deep.i got the first aid kit and patched myself up but not before I pumped a lot of blood all over the camp.at the hospital the emergency room took me right in,14 stitches to close up the wound.then when I thought I was on my way,the doc said shit,I forgot to clear the wound of blood clots,so he cut the stitches out and put his fingers in my cut to fish out the clots which there were 5 and looked like rabbit kidneys.

The most pain was the next day after I was home the swelling really came out and ripped the stitches out.backtlthe hospital for the third round of stitches on this wound.I ended up nicking a tendon and have no feeling in my foot from this cut,and it took me 2 months before I could walk again.lesson learned .
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Is that why they call you "Razorblade"? :D
 
Pretty much.lol .i sharpen about 75 -100 hunting knives each year,my grandfather was a butcher and I was learning as early as 7 how to butcher and cut meat ,and sharpen knives.I even sharpen straight razors ,planer blades and lawnmower blades for folks.
 
I was holding out sharing in hopes of finding the photo and scanning it.

Years ago, I was still an early teenager. A friend had a Buck Master that he was terribly proud to have bought. It went missing shortly after he had gotten it and he repeatedly blamed his younger brother who always denied knowing anything about its disappearance.

A year or so after it had gone missing a couple of friends and I were at our "drinkin camp" in the woods. I strolled off to mark my territory and while gazing about I found the knife. Well out of reach, it was stuck up in a tree with about 10-12 inches of rope dangling from it.

While to this day no one has ever admitted involvement its abduction, we assume the younger kin had decided to try the grapple hook feature out. Unfortunately they must have also borrowed some clothes line with the tensile strength of a paper towel. As far as I know, its still up in that tree after all these years. I'm a little too old to be forgiven for trespassing these days, so I may never know for sure.

Somewhere there is a Polaroid photo. If I come across I'll certainly share.
 
Well, Pokt, we now know that at least one person in the world tried the grappling hooks. :)

In 1978, my family and I pulled my CJ from Indiana to Colorado to hunt down ghost towns in the San Juan Mountains. I carried my 105 that entire trip. It's hard to see, but it's hanging on my belt in the photo. Not really a story, but a great memory.

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TAH, that is one of my bucket list adventures. Are there still places left like that? Where one can pack up an old Jeep and go find some peace?
 
Pokt, yes, ghost towns and old mining camps are still up in the mountains. The high altitude helps slow down their deterioration. Ouray, Colorado is the place to go and there are several Jeep rental companies in town. They will give you a trail map and directions to the towns. There are also several books available on the history of the towns. Here is a fun website: www.ghosttowns.com. Click on Colorado, then click on Ouray or San Juan county in southwest Colorado, then click on the blue dots.

Last year, I took my family to Ouray and we had a blast. It's a great adventure for the whole family. :thumbup:
 
Another story that fills me with glee is that I had a Buck 110 and it was the envy of all the other guys. Then, Puma came out with their fancy imitation and several of the guys got them. They were beautiful knives with nickel silver bolsters and stag scales. However, I used and abused my 110, even stabbed it into logs, into boards, slice cut trees for shelters, and etc. I never had an issue. But, one and all of those fancy Pumas ended up with broken blades about a 1/2" back from the tip. My less costly 110 just kept rollin' along.
 
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