Yes, I now we're all bonafide obsessed knife knuts here, but something has occurred to me. While thinking, always a dangerous thing for me, an idea came to me about my knifes. I'm not that much of a new knife guy, and while I sometimes have multiple knives on me, just as often I have just my 'core' knife. The one knife I carry over all others, and no matter how I may dally with other knives, this one is 'my' knife. While I could never in this world own only one or two knives, there always seems to be the one that is my knife that all the other's rotate around.
For years, I carried the damascus Case that was a gift from one of our own forum members. Loved that knife, and carried the heck out out it and also used the heck out of it. Then I gifted it to Dan, AKA Silenthunterstudios, who is now the current sitting Grand High Muckba of The Cult. Dan in turn gifted me this little Remington/Camillus made peanut with 1095 blades and a ton and a half of soul in it. It became my new 'core' knife that all others took a back seat to. I can't rally say why, but there is always that one knife that has something the others don't. That's the one that will be in my pocket for anything that comes up. Trout fishing in the Sierra Nevada's, a crtoss country drive through southwestern deserts, or jockeying a rental truck across the country to a new home and unboxing and cutting through miles of shrink wrap, bubble wrap, and packing tape.
I've often wondered how a certain knife becomes 'the one' that is above all others. Certainly not materials, as I've had pocket knives with nice rosewood, even stag, that got put in the drawer in favor of a plain synthetic handle run of the mill knife. For two and a half decades, my beat up old Buck stockman was 'my' knife. Of course, it wasn't beat up when I bought it new at the PX, but it got that way after some years of everyday use. I had some very nice knives come and go during the Buck 301's era, but they just didn't feel right. I'd toss a nice sodbuster or other knife in my pocket, but during the day I wished my stockman was there. When I'd get home, the stockman would go back in the pocket and the 'other' knife back into the sock drawer to be gifted off someday in the future.
So what makes a knife 'the one'?
It certainly isn't size, as most of my favorite knives are small enough to fit in dress pants or jeans coin pocket. It can't be materials, because I've actually used more synthetic than natural scales. The jigged delrin of my current 'one' certainly does not have the beauty of jigged bone or stag, yet it's always in my pocket.
Maybe one of these days I'll figure it out, but I'm curious of you guys have an everyday favorite that for no apparent reason is the "one" that you won't do without?
The current "one" with ever present Vic classic. Those old camillus' were a first class knife.
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Don't often need more knife, but when I do, the 'one' gets augmented with a fixed blade. But the peanut still handles almost all I need a sharp edge for.
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For years, I carried the damascus Case that was a gift from one of our own forum members. Loved that knife, and carried the heck out out it and also used the heck out of it. Then I gifted it to Dan, AKA Silenthunterstudios, who is now the current sitting Grand High Muckba of The Cult. Dan in turn gifted me this little Remington/Camillus made peanut with 1095 blades and a ton and a half of soul in it. It became my new 'core' knife that all others took a back seat to. I can't rally say why, but there is always that one knife that has something the others don't. That's the one that will be in my pocket for anything that comes up. Trout fishing in the Sierra Nevada's, a crtoss country drive through southwestern deserts, or jockeying a rental truck across the country to a new home and unboxing and cutting through miles of shrink wrap, bubble wrap, and packing tape.
I've often wondered how a certain knife becomes 'the one' that is above all others. Certainly not materials, as I've had pocket knives with nice rosewood, even stag, that got put in the drawer in favor of a plain synthetic handle run of the mill knife. For two and a half decades, my beat up old Buck stockman was 'my' knife. Of course, it wasn't beat up when I bought it new at the PX, but it got that way after some years of everyday use. I had some very nice knives come and go during the Buck 301's era, but they just didn't feel right. I'd toss a nice sodbuster or other knife in my pocket, but during the day I wished my stockman was there. When I'd get home, the stockman would go back in the pocket and the 'other' knife back into the sock drawer to be gifted off someday in the future.
So what makes a knife 'the one'?
It certainly isn't size, as most of my favorite knives are small enough to fit in dress pants or jeans coin pocket. It can't be materials, because I've actually used more synthetic than natural scales. The jigged delrin of my current 'one' certainly does not have the beauty of jigged bone or stag, yet it's always in my pocket.
Maybe one of these days I'll figure it out, but I'm curious of you guys have an everyday favorite that for no apparent reason is the "one" that you won't do without?
The current "one" with ever present Vic classic. Those old camillus' were a first class knife.
Don't often need more knife, but when I do, the 'one' gets augmented with a fixed blade. But the peanut still handles almost all I need a sharp edge for.
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