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When I was little, there was a dresser in my parents' bedroom that I practically lived out of. The drawers were all full of craft supplies, and I loved to riffle through the drawers and see what I could use for my next project. I've always loved making things with my hands. When I was lucky, I would get to look at some of the trinkets that lived on top of the dresser - pins, buttons, various memorabilia, and a little pocket knife. I used to look at the little knife and wonder at the three little blades. They were a deep and dark gray color that made them look ancient to my young eyes. The brown handles had grooves cut into them but were worn almost entirely smooth, and they wore a small metal plate that read, "CASE".
My first knife, given to me when I was much younger, was a Chinese knock-off of a Victorinox Classic. As I got older and joined Boy Scouts, I started becoming interested in knives and picked up a cheap Schrade liner lock. From there I kept on buying knives as a teenager will: the bigger, badder, and more dangerous looking, the better. One boy in my scout troop had a switchblade and he was the wonder of us all. Still, every once in a while I would wander in and hold that odd little pocket knife. It was, I thought, a silly thing. Far too small to be useful, and it didn't even lock!
My interest in blades has only increased over the years since I left scouting, and I eventually came across this company called Case. Their knives didn't really appeal to me at first. I suppose the last vestiges of that tactical bug hadn't quite left me yet, but over time, I became more and more interested. I had all but forgotten that one of these knives still sat on that old dresser. For my 20th birthday, at my request, my parents bought me a medium stockman in amber bone. As soon as I held it in my hands and saw how well it cut, I was hooked. I fell so in love with the beautiful bone handles and polished blades. Both the form and the function were a very welcome departure from the tactical knives I had become so enamored with in my teenage years.
Not long after I began to carry my new stockman daily, a bug started biting at me. I remembered the knife like mine that I had held years ago. I didn't remember much about it, but I wanted to see it again. On my next visit to my parents' house, I asked to see it. By then I had learned a bit about knives, and I found that I was no longer holding some funny little ancient knife. It was a model 6333 small stockman with brown (maybe crimson at some point in the past) jigged bone manufactured between 1940 and 1964. It was my great-grandfather's pocket knife in his later years.
Now, I know that Case isn't always the paragon of quality, but they have something that no other company can give me. Whenever I hold a Case knife, I am holding a connection to my family, and that's why I carry one in my pocket every day. I carry other knives in addition from time to time, but a Case is always there.
And that little knife that now must be at least a half-century old? I don't want to carry it for fear of loosing it, but it now holds a very special place in my knife drawer, and I take it out from time to time to admire it.
Thanks for reading.
-Sam
My first knife, given to me when I was much younger, was a Chinese knock-off of a Victorinox Classic. As I got older and joined Boy Scouts, I started becoming interested in knives and picked up a cheap Schrade liner lock. From there I kept on buying knives as a teenager will: the bigger, badder, and more dangerous looking, the better. One boy in my scout troop had a switchblade and he was the wonder of us all. Still, every once in a while I would wander in and hold that odd little pocket knife. It was, I thought, a silly thing. Far too small to be useful, and it didn't even lock!
My interest in blades has only increased over the years since I left scouting, and I eventually came across this company called Case. Their knives didn't really appeal to me at first. I suppose the last vestiges of that tactical bug hadn't quite left me yet, but over time, I became more and more interested. I had all but forgotten that one of these knives still sat on that old dresser. For my 20th birthday, at my request, my parents bought me a medium stockman in amber bone. As soon as I held it in my hands and saw how well it cut, I was hooked. I fell so in love with the beautiful bone handles and polished blades. Both the form and the function were a very welcome departure from the tactical knives I had become so enamored with in my teenage years.
Not long after I began to carry my new stockman daily, a bug started biting at me. I remembered the knife like mine that I had held years ago. I didn't remember much about it, but I wanted to see it again. On my next visit to my parents' house, I asked to see it. By then I had learned a bit about knives, and I found that I was no longer holding some funny little ancient knife. It was a model 6333 small stockman with brown (maybe crimson at some point in the past) jigged bone manufactured between 1940 and 1964. It was my great-grandfather's pocket knife in his later years.
Now, I know that Case isn't always the paragon of quality, but they have something that no other company can give me. Whenever I hold a Case knife, I am holding a connection to my family, and that's why I carry one in my pocket every day. I carry other knives in addition from time to time, but a Case is always there.
And that little knife that now must be at least a half-century old? I don't want to carry it for fear of loosing it, but it now holds a very special place in my knife drawer, and I take it out from time to time to admire it.
Thanks for reading.
-Sam
