Anyone with access to Mr. Peabodys Way Back Machine could drop into 1960 and see me as a young Squid in San Diego buying my first Buck Knife. Over the years, Ive had many of them to support my various hobbies, but I never thought of myself as a collector. In fact, I didnt even realize that they were a collectable item. I just genuinely liked Bucks and found them to be the right tool no matter the job. Lately, thanks to this site, Ive started to pay attention, and a few of them are following me home with a disturbing regularity. Also, Ive been digging out some oldies, and putting new edges on them with a razor strop. Of course, Mrs. Snotwad has noticed. Last week I had to explain the difference between fixed and folders, as well as the general superior qualities of Buck knives. Now, on to the point. Today I accompanied her to a Dr. visit, and while sitting in the waiting room, she suddenly exclaimed, What happened to your leg? I looked down and as my hairy legs were sticking out of my shorts, I could see that just north of my left knee was a big ole bald spot. Not to worry, I cheerfully assured her; its just where I check the sharpness of my knives. She gave me her famous your nuts look and said, Those Buck knives are a disease.