Buck 110 in a leather pouch attached to a belt. In the rural, coal mining towns where I grew up that was what people carried, and what I wanted more than any other.
Interestingly enough, what comes first to my mind are the patinaed Henckel's kitchen knives from my childhood. They had wood handles, were thin slicers, and smelled nasty after slicing onions. I haven't used a carbon steel kitchen knife in the last 35 years, yet they are my first association with the word "knife."
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