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O.K. I got a couple stories i'd like to share and I am also curious as to what got you all started with this knife Affinity. I know there has to be some other good stories out there.
I was looking through my closet the other day and was looking at all the knives I had collected as a kid over the year's. Most of them were El cheap - O knives I either got at Big 5 sporting goods ( when your a kid you know nothing about steel, you just want something cool for 10-20$ ). I use to love looking at the news paper on the weekends seeing what new knife big 5 had to offer! lol. Great bathroom reading material for a kid, But I digress :"). I also use to get knives at swap meets and Pawn shops.
Here are my three top knives of momentous memory.
The first one is my Swiss Army Camping knife. Yup. That's the one that started it all for me.
O.K. , So here is how I came about it.
I was 7-8 and the big 5 affliction had started lol. I begged my parents to take my to big 5 and get me a real Swiss army knife. What a feeling what a feeling. It was late at night, dark and a bit humid ( PNW ). My parents, my little sister and I went into big 5 and my dad mostly picked it out after chatting a bit with the big 5 guy. So they got me the camping SAK with a saw! hells yeah! They buy it, we are heading out to the car and I can't wait to get my little piglet pettitoe's all over that baby. We are maybe 1/4 of the way to the car when they give it to me and I am already opening the sucker up LOL! So for some reason...im guessing its because I don't have a fully functional brain orrrr, maybe it was the passion....yea, yeah...lets say it was the passion :"P. I decided to test out how sharp the blade was....on...my...palm. Hahahaha. Slit my left hand right open! Those SAK's come really sharp right from the factory! Both my parents saw this happen...and they didn't...say...a..thing. Neither did I, because i'm 8...and I don't want my new toy that has not made it 50 paces out of the store taken away from me. And them, well I guess they didn't want me to panic and be afraid of knives for the rest of my life, Little did they know what was to come! Luckily the blood was minimal...it was one of those cuts that didn't bleed much as long as you didn't move the skin to much. Man, what an awkward moment lol.
So the sheath was from my grandpa..or at least that's what I was told. But I think it was from my dad because he brought it to me after a trip he had taken to Mexico. I have had it since I was 8 or so as well.
The butterfly knife was from a pawn shop. I got it right around the same time when I was 8-9. I remember seeing the butter fly knife in a pawn shop I had gone into with my mom. I think I had maybe seen a butter fly knife prior to that in the movie " Earnest goes to camp " Ya know what I mean Vern? :"). So anyways, My mom actually got it for me haha. Too cool of a mom right? And I distinctly remember the pawn shop guy telling my mom and I about some kid that had gone into his pawn shop...bought a $200 knife ( this is like 1998, 2 bills was a lot of money back then, maybe it was a busse eh??) and telling me about how he had taken the knife, thrown it into the dirt a few times... and ruined the edge. His mom had no idea he had purchased the knife, and when she found out how much he had spent she tried to bring it back to the pawn shop and ask for a refund loooool. It didn't happen. The butterfly knife my mom bought me was 15$ I think.
O.K.
Last story....
A Spyderco Endura clip it in G2 steel. This knife belonged to my uncle's...that's what makes this story so good lol. Both of my uncles are First responders. One is a Sheriff ( also a marine) and the other is a Fire fighter. Oh yeah, this is a good one :"). So the knife started out belonging to the uncle that is a sheriff. He picked up this knife when these were just coming out I believe...late 90's. It was his EDC. He looses his EDC, oh well...it happens :"P. Not long after he notices my other uncle, the firefighter had bought the same spyderco!
. " Hey you thief! " my uncle says once he notices his brother has his knife... " No no, This is my knife. I bought it!" Hah. My sheriff uncle lets it go, he is the older one...But he never really let it go... Anyways Over a decade passes and my firefighting uncle still has and uses his spyderco EDC. This is where I come into the picture :"). I was spending the summer with my family, both my uncles are around...My parents had just split up, I was looking for work, and being around family sounded like a good idea. Here is where things get kinda weird. I am with another uncle going out to buy a birthday gift for the spyderco-less uncle. On my way from the parking lot to a Sur La Table ( he likes to cook ) I notice there is some bum that has an Affinity for me! YIKES! But I pay him no attention and start walking to the Sur La Table...Then he moves in on me and flat tires the back of my shoe. " Yo whats your problem man!?!?" I say to him. He says nothing and smiles...we go into the Sur La Table and he follows us in...that was to much, so my uncle tells him " You need to leave Sir! " So he does a Pirouette in his head, turns around, and on his way out picks a drink out of the trashcan and takes a sip from the straw...Bizzare. By the way, on this day I had forgotten to put my EDC ( a cheapo knife ) in my pocket...I remember thinking, Well, I don't really need it...This is California, Ill be fine, whats the worst that can happen...Ill get a sun burn?
I tell my uncle with the Spyderco about the incident and he asks me what I would of done if the Bum had tried to Kiss me?!? I tell him " I would of punched him in the face, that's what ". A few day's later my uncle sees me eye balling the Endura and lets me play around with it. And Bam , Emeril! he tells me I can have it. I can't put the thing down...its my first quality EDC folding knife...besides the SAK. Well hey uncle Sheriff, "Look at the knife uncle Firefighter gave me!! Isn't he the best!" Here comes 10 years of pent up police frustration hahaha. " That's not his knife! that was my knife! It fell out of my pocket when I was at his house sitting in his recliner! ( you can tell it was in a recliner too because the plastic handle has some gnarly marks on it only something like that could do ). He took it, lied and said he bought it! Just like he took my Gerber Mark II I had got right after boot camp, bent the tip and lied about that too! ". So I ask him if he wanted it back but he let me keep it...along with the fond memories of my uncles
.
I EDC'd that Endura for a good amount of time but now it resides in the safe. I can't believe after both my uncles, the recliner and my self that the plastic clip is still in tact.
Also, What led you to Busse? What led me to busse was a youtube video of a Japanese guy ( I think ) with a stupid sharp Satin FBM cutting curly cues on a sheet of paper. I couldn't believe how this super thick knife was slicing paper that way.
Cheers all!
I was looking through my closet the other day and was looking at all the knives I had collected as a kid over the year's. Most of them were El cheap - O knives I either got at Big 5 sporting goods ( when your a kid you know nothing about steel, you just want something cool for 10-20$ ). I use to love looking at the news paper on the weekends seeing what new knife big 5 had to offer! lol. Great bathroom reading material for a kid, But I digress :"). I also use to get knives at swap meets and Pawn shops.
Here are my three top knives of momentous memory.
The first one is my Swiss Army Camping knife. Yup. That's the one that started it all for me.
O.K. , So here is how I came about it.
I was 7-8 and the big 5 affliction had started lol. I begged my parents to take my to big 5 and get me a real Swiss army knife. What a feeling what a feeling. It was late at night, dark and a bit humid ( PNW ). My parents, my little sister and I went into big 5 and my dad mostly picked it out after chatting a bit with the big 5 guy. So they got me the camping SAK with a saw! hells yeah! They buy it, we are heading out to the car and I can't wait to get my little piglet pettitoe's all over that baby. We are maybe 1/4 of the way to the car when they give it to me and I am already opening the sucker up LOL! So for some reason...im guessing its because I don't have a fully functional brain orrrr, maybe it was the passion....yea, yeah...lets say it was the passion :"P. I decided to test out how sharp the blade was....on...my...palm. Hahahaha. Slit my left hand right open! Those SAK's come really sharp right from the factory! Both my parents saw this happen...and they didn't...say...a..thing. Neither did I, because i'm 8...and I don't want my new toy that has not made it 50 paces out of the store taken away from me. And them, well I guess they didn't want me to panic and be afraid of knives for the rest of my life, Little did they know what was to come! Luckily the blood was minimal...it was one of those cuts that didn't bleed much as long as you didn't move the skin to much. Man, what an awkward moment lol.
So the sheath was from my grandpa..or at least that's what I was told. But I think it was from my dad because he brought it to me after a trip he had taken to Mexico. I have had it since I was 8 or so as well.
The butterfly knife was from a pawn shop. I got it right around the same time when I was 8-9. I remember seeing the butter fly knife in a pawn shop I had gone into with my mom. I think I had maybe seen a butter fly knife prior to that in the movie " Earnest goes to camp " Ya know what I mean Vern? :"). So anyways, My mom actually got it for me haha. Too cool of a mom right? And I distinctly remember the pawn shop guy telling my mom and I about some kid that had gone into his pawn shop...bought a $200 knife ( this is like 1998, 2 bills was a lot of money back then, maybe it was a busse eh??) and telling me about how he had taken the knife, thrown it into the dirt a few times... and ruined the edge. His mom had no idea he had purchased the knife, and when she found out how much he had spent she tried to bring it back to the pawn shop and ask for a refund loooool. It didn't happen. The butterfly knife my mom bought me was 15$ I think.
O.K.
Last story....
A Spyderco Endura clip it in G2 steel. This knife belonged to my uncle's...that's what makes this story so good lol. Both of my uncles are First responders. One is a Sheriff ( also a marine) and the other is a Fire fighter. Oh yeah, this is a good one :"). So the knife started out belonging to the uncle that is a sheriff. He picked up this knife when these were just coming out I believe...late 90's. It was his EDC. He looses his EDC, oh well...it happens :"P. Not long after he notices my other uncle, the firefighter had bought the same spyderco!
. " Hey you thief! " my uncle says once he notices his brother has his knife... " No no, This is my knife. I bought it!" Hah. My sheriff uncle lets it go, he is the older one...But he never really let it go... Anyways Over a decade passes and my firefighting uncle still has and uses his spyderco EDC. This is where I come into the picture :"). I was spending the summer with my family, both my uncles are around...My parents had just split up, I was looking for work, and being around family sounded like a good idea. Here is where things get kinda weird. I am with another uncle going out to buy a birthday gift for the spyderco-less uncle. On my way from the parking lot to a Sur La Table ( he likes to cook ) I notice there is some bum that has an Affinity for me! YIKES! But I pay him no attention and start walking to the Sur La Table...Then he moves in on me and flat tires the back of my shoe. " Yo whats your problem man!?!?" I say to him. He says nothing and smiles...we go into the Sur La Table and he follows us in...that was to much, so my uncle tells him " You need to leave Sir! " So he does a Pirouette in his head, turns around, and on his way out picks a drink out of the trashcan and takes a sip from the straw...Bizzare. By the way, on this day I had forgotten to put my EDC ( a cheapo knife ) in my pocket...I remember thinking, Well, I don't really need it...This is California, Ill be fine, whats the worst that can happen...Ill get a sun burn?I tell my uncle with the Spyderco about the incident and he asks me what I would of done if the Bum had tried to Kiss me?!? I tell him " I would of punched him in the face, that's what ". A few day's later my uncle sees me eye balling the Endura and lets me play around with it. And Bam , Emeril! he tells me I can have it. I can't put the thing down...its my first quality EDC folding knife...besides the SAK. Well hey uncle Sheriff, "Look at the knife uncle Firefighter gave me!! Isn't he the best!" Here comes 10 years of pent up police frustration hahaha. " That's not his knife! that was my knife! It fell out of my pocket when I was at his house sitting in his recliner! ( you can tell it was in a recliner too because the plastic handle has some gnarly marks on it only something like that could do ). He took it, lied and said he bought it! Just like he took my Gerber Mark II I had got right after boot camp, bent the tip and lied about that too! ". So I ask him if he wanted it back but he let me keep it...along with the fond memories of my uncles
.I EDC'd that Endura for a good amount of time but now it resides in the safe. I can't believe after both my uncles, the recliner and my self that the plastic clip is still in tact.
Also, What led you to Busse? What led me to busse was a youtube video of a Japanese guy ( I think ) with a stupid sharp Satin FBM cutting curly cues on a sheet of paper. I couldn't believe how this super thick knife was slicing paper that way.
Cheers all!
