Jack,
Count me among those who enjoy this thread every year! I have looked forward to
this thread since early December, 2015-- because I knew then what would be confirmed through these past 12 months, that my knife of 2016 had found me.
However, the last quarter of this year has been full of surprises and overturn in my little knifely life, revelations compelling reconsiderations. My Top Knife abides, but first here are the runners-up, the catalysts three, in chronological order:
While at
GEC's 2016 Rendezvous, reveling in all things Great Eastern Cutlery, I was approached (ambushed! enticed! teased!) by Parke1, who showed me a certain Wostenholm and said he thought I might like it:
At first glance, I thought it was 'very fine,' and kept moving. Over the next days the knife kept calling me back; Parke1 and I made arrangements, and it become mine. Of all its charms, this proved most irresistible:
(Swoon.)
In array:
[The Northfield at the far right would possibly pip the Wostenholm, were it a
user....]
The Overturn: The character, sturdiness, and indefinable mojo of this Wostenholm IXL Barlow casts my newer knives in a noveau kewl light in comparison, much as I still esteem them, and prompted the beginnings of the pare-down of my personal selection/collection as I return to the essence of what first drew me to traditional knives, and evaluate in real-time what holds me still.
Best Runner-Up of Ever(!):
A friend sent me word that a certain Whaler was floating by, and I was, am, astonished to have landed this one:
I have long admired this knife in all its excess. I had no imagination for ever being able to find one at a price that made for peace, and then This.
The Overturn:
I spent more on this Whaler than I ever had for any knife, custom or production, and felt--
knew-- that I had been given a gift.
1) Unbeknownst to me, the now-broken price barrier poised me for the most dramatic o'erturn yet, and
2) I at once knew that I'd bumbled into my grail as far as a "collectible" knife, with an odd sense of completion on a front I didn't know existed. A puzzle, and a relief: having this Whaler here fills me full in an unexpected way, putting an end to wanting other production knives that I won't prefer or
use more than the ones I already have-- and prompting me to release many knives that I had previously considered non-negotiably mine until kingdom come.
Runner-up #3, or AND THEN THIS HAPPENED:
This isn't my knife, and I don't want
this knife, but I collided with this picture of this knife in a random off-topic subforum, and as I have
written at length elsewhere, didn't my ever-lovin', blue-lovin' heart suffer what can best be described as an "episode," and it's been all kancamungus and Fiddleback for me ever since.
I suddenly have three Fiddleback knives, and attendant leather (oooooh, the leather):
The Overturn: I cannot explain, even to myself, my sudden and unreasonable(?) affection for these knives, over and against other knives and makers that I continue to love, but I do know that I am moved on a visceral level by the directness of their handmade production, the whimsy of their appointments, and the good hearts and company of those who make the knives (and the craftsmen who make their sheaths), the responsive and enthusiastic vendors who are an active part of the Fiddleback community, the whole sheboodle.
The Patch Knife is my first and most comfortably-handled of the three, the little Stubby Muk will likely prove the most trouble going forward in a WLST® sort of way, but I'm designating the Esquire as my Official 2016 Runner-Up here, simply because I carry it every day, in a cross-draw belt sheath or APS pocket sheath.
The Fiddleback Effect has had a significant impact here in 2016, and I anticipate further consequence in 2017. I am culling my collection(s) hard, with an eye towards simplicity but also with a new-found appreciation for that which is handmade, extending even to other areas of my life and possessions (dishware, furniture, etc.). I am cognizant of the turn for Home, and it's time to distill what I have and use down to the best I can manage.
My Traditional Knife of 2016:
It was always you.
... When one's favorite production company makes a favorite pattern in a favorite color, one does well to pay attention. My default preferences are for two-bladed jack knives with clip mains, but this sheepfoot single-bladed overbuilt Weird Little Stubby Thing® quietly and pervasively made its case as Mine from the moment it arrived, and I have carried it every single day in 2016,* no rules, compulsion, deliberation or Only One! guidelines required. It's mine, and it's with me.
[*Save for the two days it spent at the dentist's after it slid out of my pocket there, and I couldn't immediately return to retrieve it.

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[Actual day's pocket/sheath 'dump, representative of most days from the last quarter of 2016 onward:]
Thanks, Jack!
~ P.