On August 11th, K.Coper made his post about how he gave away most of his SAK's. I understood where he was coming from, as I had been heading in that direction for some years now. Over the past few decades I had been going more and more to a minimalist view, and cutting back on all things. Moving to Texas from Maryland was a humongous downsize going from a three level 2900 square foot 3 bedroom home to a one level two bedroom 1608 square foot little home. A lot of stuff went to Goodwill, Salvation Army, and the dump.
Since August, my main EDC has been the Leatherman squirt, and the Vic classic. Thats it. Once in a while I carry the Wenger SI if I am going to be doing home projects, or going over the sister in laws, to help with a book shelf or something. Once in a while the Christy knife gets dropped in a pocket for old times sake. If I'm fishing, the old Buck Woodsman is on the belt. But for life in and around Georgetown Texas, or on the road to and in Mission Viejo California, the classic handles most my cutting jobs as well as screwing, snipping, plucking, filing, or whatever. If the job is too much for the little classic, the squirt is used. I've come to really love the chisel grind on the squirt. And those little pliers are a Godsend for old fart fumble fingers.
I still feel it is very important to have a knife of some kind on me. But for me, it just doesn't have to be that big. The one time I had to use a knife to save a life, the semi sharp 1 3/4 inch sheep foot blade of a well worn Buck stockman cut through the seat belt just fine. In truth, I tried a classic on a piece if seat belt webbing and it did just fine too. Took maybe a few seconds longer.
Now here I am, a month and a half out of knee replacement surgery, and I'm limping about with some stiffness, but going fishing again, going for walks in the parks with my better half and dog, taking day trips, and getting by with my minimalist stuff. The classic deals with monofilament fishing line like a champ, cuts open plastic snack stuff for me and the dog as we sit by the river, opens all kinds of packages.
Its like, even though the whole knife thing faded for me as I got old, I still will never go without a knife of some kind on me. Never can tell when I may see another accident in front of me with someone trapped in an upside down car starting to burn and a seatbelt needs cutting. But I think of what my dad told me about a lifetime ago; "It doesn't have to be big, just sharp."
Thank you Mr. Coper, for the inspiration for the final step.
Since August, my main EDC has been the Leatherman squirt, and the Vic classic. Thats it. Once in a while I carry the Wenger SI if I am going to be doing home projects, or going over the sister in laws, to help with a book shelf or something. Once in a while the Christy knife gets dropped in a pocket for old times sake. If I'm fishing, the old Buck Woodsman is on the belt. But for life in and around Georgetown Texas, or on the road to and in Mission Viejo California, the classic handles most my cutting jobs as well as screwing, snipping, plucking, filing, or whatever. If the job is too much for the little classic, the squirt is used. I've come to really love the chisel grind on the squirt. And those little pliers are a Godsend for old fart fumble fingers.
I still feel it is very important to have a knife of some kind on me. But for me, it just doesn't have to be that big. The one time I had to use a knife to save a life, the semi sharp 1 3/4 inch sheep foot blade of a well worn Buck stockman cut through the seat belt just fine. In truth, I tried a classic on a piece if seat belt webbing and it did just fine too. Took maybe a few seconds longer.
Now here I am, a month and a half out of knee replacement surgery, and I'm limping about with some stiffness, but going fishing again, going for walks in the parks with my better half and dog, taking day trips, and getting by with my minimalist stuff. The classic deals with monofilament fishing line like a champ, cuts open plastic snack stuff for me and the dog as we sit by the river, opens all kinds of packages.
Its like, even though the whole knife thing faded for me as I got old, I still will never go without a knife of some kind on me. Never can tell when I may see another accident in front of me with someone trapped in an upside down car starting to burn and a seatbelt needs cutting. But I think of what my dad told me about a lifetime ago; "It doesn't have to be big, just sharp."
Thank you Mr. Coper, for the inspiration for the final step.