Oh man. This has been on my mind so much. Purely sentimental. A long long time ago I got my uncle a Buck 301 with yellow handles. I think they called it Comfort Craft. Could be wrong on that. Was around 2010-2015 I got it for him. Wasn’t anything special at the time, birthday or Christmas gift, no more expensive than a regular black 301 best I remember. But I got it for him and he sharpened it and carried it. For a real knife nut, he carried that one a lot and put a lot of honest wear on it, not abuse, but just wear from working maintenance at the plant and fixing everything he could get his hands on. Then he died very unexpectedly. I never laid eyes on it after that. I’d give a whole bunch of my high dollar blades just to have that one.
The backstory; picture a kid growing up with grandpaw and uncle instead of a dad. Well. Till my mother remarried when I was in my teens and he’s not my stepdad when I introduce him, but dad. He earned it. So grandpaw was ‘dad’/grandpaw since I lived with him and grandmaw and my uncle was uncle/big brother/dad all in one. Taught me how to fix stuff and hunt and fish, fix stuff, avoid the game wardens. You name it. All the cool things a young boy needs to know. Mentor and hero both, he was.
He never stropped or used a steel. Just stones. He’d put the wear on a knife alright. And he did with that Buck. A lot of it, and scratches too. If his widow called me up on the phone right now and said she’d sell it for $300, I’d ask my daughter to go fetch my checkbook and my truck keys, no questions asked.
Welp. Time for a couple double shots and find my can of Copenhagen. I don’t like getting choked up.