I'm the black sheep of the family, being a knife nut. My father wasn't really one, nor did he hunt, but he was a carpenter when he was younger, and also practiced martial arts before I was born. He didn't usually carry a knife, but among his stuff after he passed away I found an old Imperial "demo" knife, with a blade, punch, can opener and screwdriver/cap lifter. I also found an old Camillus TL-29 I keep yakking about that was either his (mom doesn't recall that knife, but her mother seems to remember him using it) or his father's... But the one knife I really remember seeing him use was a black balisong that he used one day after he broke a pair of scissors (and cut his hand) opening a clamshell pack!
As for his dad, I don't know what he carried. He was a mechanic by trade and preference, so I'm sure he did carry something. He passed away not long after my father did and I haven't gone through any of his stuff. His brother, my uncle, carries a first-generation, fully-serrated Spyderco Delica every day, everywhere.
My mother's father grew up in Waipio Valley on the Big Island of Hawaii as the oldest of many siblings, without a father. He hunted, farmed, and fished every day to feed his brothers and sisters, and if he didn't, they didn't eat. He broke out all of his front teeth working in the pig pen and didn't have replacements until he joined the Marines. He has a few knives in his closet from back then, both fixed blades: One is a long, upswept trailing point that looks handmade, with a wooden handle and brass pins. The blade is thin carbon steel with a wickedly sharp, toothy edge. The other is a stainless fillet knife in a leather sheath that also holds a sharpening steel. My main knife-memories of him growing up are seeing him either at the kitchen table or in the backyard tending to the banana plants and taro that he grows with a long butcher knife in hand, cutting food or chopping down dead leaves.