To have and to hold, from this day forward

I don't have too many knives, but of the few I have, I can't honestly see me selling any. Unless I get what I paid for them they won't be going anywhere. Out of the dozen or so I have in rotation, I do only use 4, so I probably have a case of getting rid of the rest, but I like them and fondle them all.

The problem I find myself in is saying "this is the last knife", 4 knives ago.
 
"This is the last knife, four years ago" just about sums up all this chat. It is a great comment and speaks to the fact that most of us are highly addicted to this somewhat bizarre but entertaining hobby. We just like knives, think about knives and buy knives we really don't need. Once you have multiples of the same blade you are totally hooked and rarely do we slow down to count the cost of our obsession.

There are blades I won't part with, one of them being an old, very well used Buck 120 that went to Vietnam and back. The other is a Busse Basic 9 which I snagged many years previous that has been on most of my hunting trips and other camping ventures. When I got the knife I had scant idea that I would keep her so long but the heft of the tool just felt right and she never complained or bit me.

Other knives I would sell off in a New York minute if the price were right. Maybe the best way is to keep all your knives until you pass so that someone else, who could care less about your vintage Mission knife collection, can share in the utter delight (and profit) of selling them to folks who simply can't live without them.
 
Nah.

I enjoy objects, and I appreciate sentimental value. My own sentimentality feeds this in a different way. My grandfather told young me that carrying a knife was part of being a man. He said it in his typically light hearted way, with a smirk. But he used his. A lot.

For me to treat them like tools to use and be discarded is part of staying connected to him. His idea of the relationship with these things is part of why I got into this.
 
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