I grew up with a grandad and uncles who carried stockmen, and a dad that used a peanut for everything, but when I was 12, dad gave me a Camillus scout knife because our church had found a scoutmaster for the new formed troop. That was Mr. Van, who went on to become a very major influence on the rest of my life. The scout knife became the pole star around which every other knife moved in and out of my life. When Mr. Van passed on, he left me his Remington scout knife and a Martini .22 rifle. It is not unheard of for me to be carrying that old Remington once in a while, even now.
I saw early on how usefull a pocket knife could be that had a screw driver on it. Once when we were driving down to the family place on the eastern shore, dad's old Hudson started to miss. Pulled over at the side of the road he got the hood up, and with my Camillus scout knife, he unclipped the distributor cap, and reset the points using a piece of beer can as a gap set/gage. It did untill we got to grandads.
When I enlisted in the army, I got issued an all steel U.S. military scout knife. It served on some rough duty for the next decade I was in the army engineers. Durring my service I picked up a Buck 301 stockman at the PX, and I used that as well, but the scout knife was the one always with me. In the late 60's I got my first sak, and was impressed with the fit and finish, and how they packed extra tools in a small package. It was a level of refinement over the army scout knife, and it became a companion.
In the early 70's I was medicly discharged from the army and the V.A. got me an apprentice position as a machinist. Over the next 28 years till my retirement, there must have been a zillion times I was running a job on a machine on the other side of the shop from my tool chest, but I had a sak with a screwdriver and a phillips driver that saved me a walk.
Over my life lots of knives find their way into my pocket, but whatever is in my right front jeans pocket, be it a sodbuster, peanut, or one of my familys old pocket knives from my cigar box of memories, there is a black nylon pouch on my belt. In it is a sak and a small AAA Dorcy flashlight. A couple of screwdrivers and a light is just too handy to leave home without. For twenty years it was a Victorinox tinker. These days its a Wenger SI.