I've been looking for the 'one' knife almost my entree life. There was some periods where I actually found it, and carried nothing else for spoke years at a time. But
life has a habit of changing, due to jobs, lifestyles, marriage, kids, area of dwelling. And, sometimes this big change of life means a change of edc stuff.
For about 20 years my 'one' was a Buck 301 stockman. The three bladed knife was good for a young single guy travel ing the world, camping, fishing, hunting, and some whatever. It was good work knife for the construction sites in the army engineers, then the machine shop I worked at. But
life changed as I got older and the three blade stockman was a bite much. For those years I carried it, I felt no need for another knife, except a SAK that was in my pack, but most times if my pack wash[t near, and I needed a screw driver or can opener, I used the P-38 in my wallet or the sears 4-way screw driver.
After my dad passed away, I carried his little peanut for a while. Mostly out of some sort of sentiment and sense of something gone but still much on the mind. I carried it not as a sole edc, but with my old stockman. But a strange things happened; I would use it now and then for some cutting jobs, not wanting to 'mess up' a family history artifact, and it cut so well that I decided to experiment. I put dad's old peanut back in it's place in the tray on top of my dresser, and bought a yellow Case peanut. I then left my old war horse Buck 301 home and just carried the 'nut. It did everything my old stockman did; cut the filthy tape holding round stock in the shop, cut gasket material, cut cardboard, twine, fishing line, opened mail, plastic blister packages, whatever. It did the job of the edc pocketknife, so it became one, while taking up amazingly little room in the pocket. For almost ten years it was my sole edc, and it became the 'one'. My old Buck got retired.
For the next several years, the Case peanut was my 'one', and I never felt the need for another pocket knife. Then I discovered this place and everything went to heck. I tried sodbusters, trappers, larger jacks, pen knives, and barrows. In the course of a few years I tried more knives than I had ever owned in my whole life. After a few years of the insanity I backed off and just went back to my 'one'. I gifted off most of my knives and kept just a few of my edc favorites, ones that I actually used the most. Today, a peanut still rides in my pocket, but it shares duty with a SAK. I am oldr now, and the SAK is just easier on arthritic fingers with it's smooth even pull. The peanut gets left home a lot now, just because it's a bit more fiddley to deal with than a SAK.
I've come to the conclusion that the 'one' will change with the changes of life we have have to deal with. Even my dad, who loved his little peanut, and swore that it was all the every day pocket knife he needed, retired it to the sock drawer in his older years, because his fingers couldn't deal with the nature of it, and he carried a little Christy knife in his pocket for the easy opening of it. His life had changed, and he had to change with it. Now, as a senior citizen, I look back and realize that I have done the same over my life. What was my 'one' 30 years ago, could not be my 'one' now. I am not the same person I was then, as now.
Today, my edc is smaller than it was when I was younger.
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