That was a close one!

[Lone Hunter]

I lost my Schrade LB7.I've had this knife since 1982 its been on countless deer hunts,been on canoe trips in the Yukon and hikes in the canyons of Arizona to name a few.I left to go bow hunting for deer this morning and it was not in the pocket of my camo not in my fannypack not in the van not anywhere.When I got home I tore apart my gun room,the bedroom the garage,nothing its gone I would rather have lost my new MT LCC.I gave up then I went to pick up some papers from behind the lazy boy and there it was

.I own a lot of knives but none of them mean as much I'm glad its back!

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[Yvsa]

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Yup!!!!
Old knives are like old friends. They are difficult to lose due to distance, death or other circumstances and impossible to replace.
Even a new one of the same make and model doesn't mean as much as an old well kept knife that you share fond memories with.

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[SliceAndHook]

I know just what you mean. I once thought my wife had left me and had taken my favorite folder with her to spite me. Boy was I relieved when I discovered she hadn't taken it and it was here all along!

I know, I know, a poor paraphrasing for alot of anti-ex wife jokes!

 

[Old Knife Guy]

To SliceandHook,
You got lucky. My best friend 'takes' all of my good knives, and just for spite, leaves my wife! I think you got the better deal.--OKG

 

[redvenom]

I can identify with this story. Most of us who have been owning knives for a while have our favourites who have seen us through a lot of adventures. While they may not cost much, these knives have lots of scars and stories which give them a character of their own. A new knife could never replace all those memories.

Once, I couldn't find my favourite 4" fixed hunter that my father gave me ages ago. It was on a camping trip and I spent a feverish 2 hours tearing up the campsite looking for it only to have it to turn up in the hands of one of my buddies who had been using it. For one long moment I wasn't quite sure if I was gonna hug him ...or choke slam him.

Red



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"Praise not the day until evening has come;a sword until it is tried; ice until it has been crossed; beer until it has been drunk" - Viking proverb

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[Gollnick]

Suppose that a woman has ten silver coins and looses one. Does she not light a lamp, sweep the house, and search carefully until she finds it? And when she finds it, she calls her friends and neighbors together and says, "Rejoice with me; I have found my lost coin." In the same way, I tell you, there is rejoicing in the presence of the angles of God over one sinner who repents.

-- Luke 15:8

I have several AFCK's but there is one that is MY special AFCK, the one that I carry most of the time, my favorite. It's really not that great a piece. There's a lot of wear on it. The tip's bit blunted. Etc. But, somehow, it is special. We're bonded. Some months ago, I reached for it and it was not in my pocket. My heart sank as I looked for it and could not find it. I tore the house apart. "You dropped it while pruning the roses," I told myself, so I went out and carefully went through every rose bed. "You must have dropped it in the trash with the rose clippings..." So, I emptied the trash can onto the drive way and went through every piece. "I know I had it when I pruned the roses. Did you? Are you sure? Maybe I dropped it when I walked the dog." The thought of my special knife laying the gutter along the street somewhere paniced me. I lit a lamp, a flashlight actually, as it was getting dark, and carefully retraced the dog walking route. I looked under every tree and every bush. Nothing. Someone must already have picked it up. I resolved to put an ad in the paper and offer a new one in exchange for my old one. But when I sat down on the sofa feeling terrible, there it was on the floor by the end table. How had I missed it? It don't know. How did it get there? I don't know. But it was back and there was great joy. I thought about the aforementioned Parable of the Lost Coin. This is the sort of joy that there is in heaven when one lost sinner is found. Wow.

Amazing how attached we can get to a thing like a little pocket knife, eh?



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Chuck
Balisongs -- because it don't mean a thing if it ain't got that swing!
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[OwenM]

Gollnick,
Know what you mean. My AFCK is my constant companion. I've lost (and found) it a couple of times. Going to get a plain edge one in M2 soon, but don't know if it will be "the same".

My all-time favorite knife was a Case drop point fixed blade with rosewood(?) handles, and a brown leather basketweave pouch sheath.
It was the first "nice" knife I ever had. It went with me on camping, hunting, and fishing trips, and everywhere else I could think of an excuse to carry it. Got lost when the family moved when I was about 17. I never found another one, but it's just as well. I realized that I don't want another knife like it, I want THAT knife back.
About 6 years ago, I finally found a suitable replacement for it (my new "all-time favorite")-a Blackjack Classic 1-7 w/micarta & single guard. Can't imagine losing it. I keep it on my belt at all times in the woods, and keep it in my sleeping bag at night-you know, in case the boogie man comes after me