Tell us one of your favorite Buck Knife stories

DocT said:
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.
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If you knew my grandma it would make sense, but seeing her face when she saw it really sunk in how important the buck 110 is to america and really made me proud to own it.
 
It was about 2008, Moms house is in a small town and our base camp as the hunting property is about 7 miles out.

After an afternoon of processing a deer, I had a 110, an AG Rubber handled Vanguard, and a 470 in the sink while cleaning up outside.

Came back in and knives were gone. Dishwasher was running. I thought uh, oh, but they all came out nice and clean.

Mom had picked up the Vanguard, cleaned and used it for something and then all went into the dishwasher.

She raved about that knife so it, and a couple of 470's have lived in her knife drawer ever since. She nearly quit using it when I mentioned, one time, what it cost.

No telling how many dishwasher cycles it has gone through with no ill effect. They get sharpened a few times a year when I am there. It is still her go to knife.
 
Ok,, another one..

Two Granddaughters and both are hunters. First deer about age 8. Youngest is most into it and over the years learned to field dress her own deer, as well as helping quarter and cut.

A couple of turkey shot and cleaned. As We were also doing a deer I laid down my 110. It disappeared. Looked around and she was dissecting a turkey gizzard. We just grinned.

So the time came and a 422 Bucklite to both of the girls.

Her Dad told me later that they were sitting in church and he heard a resounding
click". She had popped that 422 open, trimmed a thread, and put it away.

Said he had a conversation about right place right time with her and just grinned.

Yeah, holding my 110 the wrong way, Just a pose for the camera... Note Dads fearful look... lol... And she shot this deer.
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On our small cattle ranch, my father got trapped in deep mud with a scared cow a couple of times with a rope twisted round him dragging him down as the cow struggled. Once he had a 112 and managed to get it open and cut the rope, then we had to haul on the other end and drag him free. Later, he had a 102 and the same thing happened. He cut himself free, but this time we had a rope and tractor handy so we used it to pull him free. He was in hip deep and a scared cow close by that could have trampled him into the mud. We used the tractor to pull the cow free the second time and the first time we used my GMC pickup to pull her free.
 
That was a great story. I have read it a couple of times previously but it is still good to read again. Thank God for stoutly built Bucks!
 
One of the greatest reads I have found about the feeling one can get from holding a Buck knife.

Andrew
 
When I was going into my sophomore year of high school in 1995 I bought myself a Buck 446 Goliath as a new carry knife. I've always liked big pocket knives. The 446 was very light compared to its size so it was the perfect knife for me. I carried that knife to school every day until I graduated. One day I was walking down the hall between classes and the baseball coach/math teacher was working on the laces of a baseball glove. He stopped me and asked if I had a knife he could use. I said "sure" and handed him my Buck 446. He looked at it for a few seconds and then asked if I knew I could get in big trouble for carrying it. I replied, "Yeah, I know. But you need to borrow it so you aren't going to turn me in". He laughed and said "just don't do nothing stupid with it". I also used that knife to dissect a baby pig in Biology class. I guess times were different back then. I doubt a kid in school now could get away with carrying a knife that big.
 
That is a big folder and I've always wondered how well it worked. I carried a knife all thru school and didn't pull it out much. But boys now are not like we were. DM
 
Great story. We all carried knives from grade 1 all the way though grad school and never had an issue. Times sure have changed.
 
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