An old "Western" sheath knife my oldest friend found in a tool box he somehow stumbled across. My Grandmother had a nearly if not identical knife that she kept in her basement as her "go to" knife, she had it since at least the early seventies but it was replaced by her (new)husband in the nineties with a Buck 119. She didn't like the Buck, and had intended to leave me the Western when she passed but it had dissappeared. I was given the Buck in its place, which was nice, but the western was the knife my Grandmother used when she taught me to garden, and the knife I got to take when mushroom hunting with my uncle, and the one I whittled with while sitting on her porch. It was just by chance this other western was found and given to me, but it somehow seems like I should keep and use it forever.