The Sum of My Knife Knowledge

Buzzbait

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Well, I’ve been knife collecting for just a year now; and I must say that it’s been an evolution. I started off last Christmas with a nifty CRKT Point Guard, and figured that it couldn’t get any better. Then I found all of you at BladeForums, and you quickly dashed my air of knife superiority. Little did I know that a knife could possibly cost more than fifty bucks. How naïve I was!!!

Fast forward to today, which was spent soaking and drying all of my stag knives in mineral oil. What a messy job!!! I sure am glad it’s winter here in the Northeast, and I have no outdoor plans for a few months. All of my knife handles are more slippery than a wet brook trout!!! I’ll tell you one thing I learned today. Stay away from stag!!! Using a sharp knife can be dangerous, but soaking a stag knife can be downright hazardous. Image trying to clean all of the slippery oil out of a fully opened 4 blade congress slipjoint. It’s a lopped off finger waiting to happen. Oddly enough, I only got one cut today, and that cut came from the roughly cut plastic water jug I soaked the knives in.

I’m getting away from the subject here. That happens in the winter. You get that cabin fever and start to utter odd things. Next thing you know, your wife catches you knifesturbating with a bottle of mineral oil. How embarrassing.

Anyways….. I’ve learned a lot about knives in the last twelve months, and figured that I’d shed a bit of my profound knife knowledge, and make a few knife observations. Here goes.

1. Save up your money. Buy good knives. Don’t just buy cheaper ones while you try to save for that someday great knife. You’ll never have the money for that great knife. You’ll just keep buying more cheap knives. Get something usable, and then buy just a few very good knives. I’ve managed to collect a ton of knives over the last year, and only really use five of them. If I hadn’t bought all of those sub hundred dollar jobbers, I’d have a couple of Darrel Ralphs by now. I’ll do better this year.

2. You always here these wackos on BladeForums, endlessly praising those cult knives. You know what I’m talking about. When a folder is mentioned, some loon posts about how his Sebenza is soooooo superior to everything else. Then his acolytes begin this scary chant, finally brainwashing somebody into actually spending 300 bucks on a pseudo production knife. Don’t listen to the chant!!! I finally stopped buying Spydies and Columbia Rivers, and paid out for a Sebenza. Now I’m ruined on folders. I compare every folder I see to my Sebenza. I haven’t picked up a new folder in four months!!! Nothing is good enough. Sebenzas will ruin your production folder collecting. Now I’m stuck dreaming of customs, which are sure to leave me divorced, homeless and poor.

3. And then some poor sap posts, asking about a good fixed blade. Another cult starts chanting, “Dozier, Dozier, Dozier…..”. Again, don’t listen to the chant. My Dozier pretty much ruined me on fixed blade collecting. I feel the shapely stag handle of my Dozier K-4 and this feminine voice in my head tells me that I’d be cheating on her if I ever used another fixed blade. I’ve been brainwashed I tell you!!!

4. But the darn SharpMaker already!!! You post every single week, asking what sharpener to get. And every darn week, you get 932 replies to buy a SharpMaker. I’m sorry that you didn’t finally get one for Christmas, getting some crummy electric knife sharpener instead….. Which just ground down all of your blades to ¼ “ long. Pay the fifty big ones and quit asking for a ten dollar compromise. I’m sick of it.

5. Don’t learn a single thing about steel. Knowledge is the sure path to unhappiness. You get this tiny tidbit of truth that says 440A or AUS-6 isn’t as good as BG-42 or D2. Next thing you know, you don’t care about a how the knife feels in your hand, or whether its’ the wrong size for what you’ll use it for. All you’ll care about is whether the knife is made of this mystical wonder steel, and heated treated by Paul Bos. Just look at the picture of the knife and the price. If the price is exorbitantly high, and the knife looks like exactly what you need, get the knife. I can’t tell you how many nice customs I’ve turned down just because they were made of a meager ATS-34.

6. Again, knowledge sucks. Don’t listen to anything you hear about locking mechanisms. Liner locks are every bit as good as Axis and frame locks. I’m now filled with terrible untruths, forcing me to only use certain locking mechanisms. It doesn’t matter that my dad used a slipjoint for 50 years, and managed to keep all of his fingers. I’m scared to death of even holding a liner lock or slipjoint, knowing that the knife will mysteriously close at any moment, severing a much needed artery in my arm.

7. And forget that whole “fending off the badguy thing”. It isn’t a good enough excuse to buy some machete sized folding tomohawk. We’re all over 40 and have a beer gut wider than the size of the biggest blade. We couldn’t stab a purse snatcher with our arm fully extended if the had to.

8. Last, but not least, don’t listen to a word I’ve said. Remember that I’ve got cabin fever. A sane man does not spend an entire day soaking stag in mineral oil, and then sharpening every blade until they cut cheap copier paper across both grains. Sane men actually have time to use their knives, instead of just rubbing and cuddling with them all weekend long.

So why did I write all this? All of my knives are now perfectly preserved and sharpened, leaving me without a damn thing to do. Maybe I’ll listen to the wife and pick all of the copier paper confetti out of the shag carpet. That should keep me busy until spring.
 
Buzzbait, were you just rescued by a crazy old lady out in the woods after a car crash?

If that is indeed the case, find the sledge hammer now and hide it.

Zero
 
And it's only the first week of January :eek:
In a nutshell: I agree!
Especially points #1 & 3.
Hang in there :D
Ebbtide
 
Here I am writing down all this stuff thinking I am getting the Holy Grail of knife info, and what happens? I get to the end and find out that it is only the rantings of a crazy person. Geez, build a person up and then tear him down. Damn cruel thing to do. ;)
 
Hey, what do you expect from a guy who names his knife "Angry Beaver":D
 
Wouldn't it be great if snow shovels were as facinating as pocket knives & six shooters?!! :D I'm getting too old for this winter wonderland bullcrap.
 
Oh no!!!
I can hear it!
The chanting...the chanting...the chant...the ch...
 
Buzzbait - great post. I'm mostly a lurker but I always find your posts interesting.
 
Buzz, you have obviously figured out that knowledge only increases relative ignorance. I consider that the first step towards true understanding. Nice post!

Para
 
Snow hit my area of New York last night, and my greatest fears have been realized. It really is winter. All of my precious fishing spots are enshrouded in fluffy white stuff, totally making me crazy. It’s gonna’ be a long time before I get use my Dozier K-4 to clean a trout again. Woe is me. And all of my Adirondack white cedar trees are covered with snow, making it impossible to pick saplings to chop down for carving walking sticks. That kills my axe and whittler usage. At least I can use my SharpMaker to sharpen the blades of my snow shovels.

There’s also the matter of the woman’s voice in my head. She informed me this morning that her name is Doris. This made me exceedingly happy as I was beginning to suspect that she was my ex-wife. My ex never did like me spending money on anything but high-heeled shoes. Doris seems an odd name for the spirit of a stag handled Dozier, but who am I to complain. I didn’t name her. Her name must be magically inscribed upon the blade underneath the riveted stag scales somewhere. My problem with Doris, although she is great company to talk with, is that she won’t let me buy anything remotely close to my K-4. She feels threatened by other medium sized fixed blades. And she somehow knows exactly what I’m thinking. I haven’t voiced my Camillus Talon craving to a single earthly soul, but Doris knows my heart. She tells me that the Talon is a wench, a succubus who wants to steal my love for her. I tell her that the Talon doesn’t wear stag, but she refuses to listen to my logic. All she can think of are my hands touching another piece of steel. I fear what will happen if I place that online order to 1SKS. Doris is quite impetuous, which is scary in a sharp D2 blade.

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Mschwoeb – Don’t get me going on the Angry Beaver!!! The Angry Beaver has beautiful stag scales, much akin to those of Doris. I fear that the Angry Beaver will one day gain its own voice, competing with Doris over who is the more beautiful of the two. I could not stand two voices in my head. One is bad enough. While I’m talking about the Angry Beaver, the knife almost gave me a heart attack yesterday. I opened the blade to wipe off the mineral oil….. and there were two orange spots on the steel. I yelled, “Rust!!!” as if EMS needed to be called for an emergency. My wife just looked at the blade and said, “That’s walleye blood, not rust.” She was correct. My fingernail easily scratched the dried blood from the blade, and all was better. I was scared there for a minute. The thought of a blemish of my precious Beaver was too much for me to handle.

I have to look at making, or having made, a new sheath for the Angry Beaver. While I like my black leather Buck sheath, the belt strap is getting all bent out of shape. I love the look of leather, but that ballistic nylon is such good stuff. The nylon is soulless, but it seems to survive anything. I do have a nylon Buck sheath that came with my Buck 560, but it’s a little too thin for the Angry Beaver’s stag scales. I need something for a slightly thicker knife. Maybe I’ll search out a source for ballistic nylon, and break out the old sewing machine. That would pass some of the winter away.

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I truly hope that you all don’t start to worry about me. I’m quite fine. My wife is here to spend time with in these cold months, and Doris is always in my head. I also have the aspect of planning my knives for their intended uses. I have my camping knives, urban travel knives, EDCs, “Bug out Bag” knives, and day hike knives. Now if I can just find those killer combinations from amongst my giant box of knives. Some of these knives must fit together perfectly, making for an unbeatable combination!!! If only I could discover those perfect combos. I run through scenarios over and over in my head, imagining everything I’d ever need to do in one my various situations, and can never figure out which two knives will meet my needs. Do I carry one serrated and one plain blade, or do I carry two plains of different sizes? Do I go with a big honking partially serrated knife, and a smaller plain blade slipjoint? I don’t know these mystical answers, but I have months to discover these truths.
 
Not to stir Doris up, and get you in any more trouble, but if you look around, I believe Camillus did a special run of Talons with stag.
Careful, though...Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned:eek:

Man, I can't believe you learned all that in just a year. You got off cheap. I must be riding the short bus:(
 
Stated Paracelsus:
Buzz, you have obviously figured out that knowledge only increases relative ignorance. I consider that the first step towards true understanding.
This isn't true. If you knew absolutely nothing, you would be completely ignorant, yes. But a man cognizant of the fact that there is a great deal he does not know at least knows something; he has some context in which to view the search for knowledge. His "relative ignorance" has not increased, nor does it increase with each new cognition he makes -- though as his knowledge increases, and as his awareness of the scope of things he doesn't know increases, the context in which he makes his judgments does indeed change.

By the rationale offered by Paracelsus, we can never be certain of anything -- that is, if we insist on viewing all pieces of knowledge as contextless absolutes. Certainty, however, is contextual -- and provided we define the context in which we ascertain our knowledge, we can make statements of fact with confidence. It is this contextual certainty that makes advancements in knowledge possible.

A good example is that of blood compatibility. Before we discovered the RH factor, we had at least determined that -- in the context of what we had thus far examined and under the conditions tested to that point -- A bloods were compatible. When it was found that certain A bloods weren't compatible, that earlier contextual certainty enabled us to hypothesize the existence of an unknown variable, and that variable turned out to be the RH factor. It was our earlier certainty -- A bloods are compatible within a given set of circumstances -- that allowed us to make the leap in supposing another variable. If we couldn't be certain -- if there were no absolutes in context -- all we could have decided on discovering A blood incompatibility would be that we simply can't really know, for sure, when an A blood would be compatible with another A blood -- leaving us to wallow in a universe whose nature was unknowable.

Recognizing that certainty is contextual is the key to ascertaining what absolute truth is within that context. New information does not threaten certainty; it augments and amplifies our knowledge. And information that appears to contradict what we already know simply helps us learn more based on our previous conclusions.

The point I'm making in my verbose fashion is that an increase in knowledge simply does not increase one's ignorance. Even the recognition that one does not know something is itself an increase in knowledge rather than ignorance.
 
"Doris" is quite beautiful...and "the beaver" reminds me of my 110 - save for mine has no serrations or fingergrooves and has ns bolsters (thus, I guess only the BG-42, pins, and the stag are in common ;)). It is probably the last knife I would ever part with. This winter has been particularly hard on my wallet...1 RMJ tallon, 1 CRK Project II, and 1 Sebenza...sigh...
 
Razor, one of my friends used to say: "Everybody's stupid, but knowing you're stupid can make you halfway smart. Those people that don't even know they're stupid.....they're really stupid".
Quite profound:rolleyes:

Buzz, here's a pic of a stag Talon:
http://www.imagestation.com/picture/sraid28/p851af80c3596ac2422c257438b6d9c4f/fe05ab51.jpg.orig.jpg
Belongs to another forumite, so I just posted the link...
Doris has got her in the looks department (she really is one of the best-looking Doziers I've seen!). The stag Talons (50 of them I think) went for $425. Like I said, Doris seems more glamorous, but those glamour queens are always higher maintenance, so maybe the initial cost is irrelevant.
I apologize for introducing facts and history into what was obviously a deep philosophical discussion:p
 
But blissful, by all accounts, Owen. ;)

I really shouldn't have gone on at such length on a relatively off-topic philosophical point, but cabin fever has many different expressions. :)
 
I have found this to be one of the most entertaining threads that I have had the pleasure of partaking in. Buzz, I hope that we will be kept informed as to how you manage to get through the winter, and whether you manage to figure out the mysteries of knife life. I will be impatiently waiting to see if Doris will be able to get over her jealous ways, or if you will never know the joy of adding a stag handled Talon to your family.
 
Ahhh, to have the imagination of thought and writing skills to convey them like you do, Buzzbait! Great post. (To all involved as well!)

Coop
 
Please stop!!! Doris saw these posts, and looked up the picture of the stag Talon. She saw the very nice leather sheath and went wild!!! Doris now insists on a leather sheath, as she has been forced to shoe her feat in a Dozier vertical Kydex sheath. I told her I’d send her back to Bob to have her specially fit for one of his nifty horizontal Kydex sheaths, but she will have none of it. She fears that if I send her out for a fitting, she’ll return to a broken home filled with a harem of talons and leather vertical sheaths. I must come up with vertical leather sheath for her, without sending her for a fitting.

Everybody please pray to your deities for RazorEdj. He is a lost soul and obviously having a bad case of cabin fever. He has deluded himself into thinking that education can somehow increase the awareness of an individual. Let me tell you that Razor has gone over the Edj, much like others I’ve known. Knowledge is a bad thing. I know a few mental health care workers who were sane individuals until they were trained for some odd psychosis. Once they learned of this awful mental disease, they instantly contracted it; thus proving that knowledge is an actual contagion. Education causes delusions, and these delusions hide themselves as facts. And logical deductions based on these delusions…. Remember that Sherlock Holmes was a mythical cocaine addict. He had extraordinary powers of deductive reasoning, which were not derived from stored fact. They were delusions of grandeur, forced to the surface by education and drugs. We must cure RazorEdj before he becomes a danger to us. He may attempt to fill us with his knowledge, thus spreading the disease. Watch out for him. He may try to convince you of some terrible lie, such as a “fact” that G-10 is more durable that stag, or that Kydex has a longer life in the outdoors than leather, or that stainless steel isn’t actually incapable of being stained. Don’t listen to him!!! Our dear Razor has become mentally unbalanced, driven to madness by the contagion of knowledge!!! My guess is that there is a voodoo doctor out there, with a small doll that looks like Razor. He sticks a pin in the doll’s head, and Razor steps closer to the brink of insanity. At least this is what Doris tells me.
 
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