The knife you just won't part with...ever

When I was twelve, I saved up my own money and bought a SAK (Huntsman) at an army surplus store in Lansing, Michigan. I spent weeks as I saved looking at different SAKs trying to decide the perfect combination of tools and settled on the Huntsman. It was my only knife and edc for probably close to twenty years and saw a lot of use, sometimes rough use. I don't carry it much anymore, but it still gets occasional use and is still perfectly functional, though a bit beat up. I will never get rid of it except to give it to my daughter when she's old enough.
 
I have several that I won't part with but I guess my small Jimmy Lile folder I bought from him at a gun show in dallas back in 1977 is at the top of the list. That knife has been with me through thick and thin for over 30 years and still locks up like a vault. (the stag handles are sure starting to wear thin, though :))

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My Himalayan Imports Sirupate (20"),my Victorinox Swisstool,and my stainless Spyderco Endura 3.
 
My first Randall hunting knife, a #11 Alaskan Skinner. I believe I have cut up more dead animals with this knife, than with any other I have owned.
This was a present from my wife on our first Christmas. No way would I ever part with it.

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two Italian switchbaldes I picked up in southern germany in the early 80's and carried there while serving in now gone VII corp.

An ideal brand jack from my grandfather, from his estate

An "Othello" switchblade my mother smuggled back from europe as a gift for me not that long before she passed away.

3 kershaws that were given to me by someone. That makes them more than mere knives. They're a sign that there is still good, and decent people around. I never forget good deeds done. They came at a difficult time for me and did wonders for me, snapping me out of a dark mood. Joe
 
An old German SAK type knife that my dad carried. I think he bought it before WWII while traveling in Europe, but I couldn't guarranty it. I just remember him carrying it in his pocket a lot when I was growing up.

Knives come. Knives go. They get carried, used up, and lost. But about that one I am always careful.
 
because Ray gave it to me and said, "use it" I field dressed a nice 9 pt with it this past Saturday

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Got two - one is an old (don't know how old) Craftsman pen knife that was my grandfathers and a Kabar peanut given to me by my then best friend in highschool in the mid 70's. Both have since died and I carry both weekly.
 
Actually three!!! A large dagger my father got in the Phillipines during WWII. Don't carry that one however.
 
I have a few that were given me by my wife that I have no intention of getting rid of and will pass one day to my sons. But the one that will have to be inherited is a Morseth Ozark hunter I bought in 1970 or 71. As they say it has been a lot of miles with me, cut things it should not have been asked to and not given the care it deserved. This is the one that solidified my interest in hand made knives and it had a good bit of influence on the knives my brother and I make today.

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I've got two that I'll never part with....

This Ontario pilot's survival knife, which was given to me by my 1st Sgt. just before we deployed to Iraq for the Gulf War....

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(I dyed the handle black with leather boot dye).



And this little folder that was given to me by one of my uncles.
It was my first knife ever....

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I have about 5 that I wouldn't part with, but if I really had to pick one, I guess it would have to be my Kershaw Ti/SG2 Junkyard Dog 2...or perhaps my S90V Millie.
 
A Buck 110 was given to me by my father in 1976 as a gift. I have carried that thing everywhere & cut all that can be cut with it, including myself a few times. It will go to my son shortly for him to enjoy.
 
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