I am not Sentimental.
*ahem*
I am just a dumb southern boy, that respectfully refers to some special ladies and gents as "mentors and elders". Folks that were there when I was born, raised me right and passed forward to me
Included are other persons in my life, as I continue[d] my life journey.
More than once knives and other things such as guns, have been taken from me, by natural disaster, or similar, and I miss the people more than I do the knives, guns, and other physical items.
In 2008 I lost a lot, and the remains of what I had from my past.
Examples:
Old Vic Classic SD, black, before toothpick and tweezers, and with the screw in the scissors.
Old Veterinarian gave me that knife, and that knife he borrowed it from me one day to save the life of a horse being born, and having difficulties. Same knife we cleaned more than one limit of rainbow trout, and respectfully cleaned quail.
He was using it in conjunction with his small Shrade-Walden pen knife.
When he was dying , he gave me the Shrade-Walden...which is gone forever as well.
Boker 240 and 8288i, Tree Classic, carbon steel blades and rosewood handles.
I had a lady partner in the work I did, and she got me these. She got me these as replacements for some Hen & Rooster Betram era pen knives, destroyed in a fire mentors had given me...
The stories these knives could tell...
The good die young, and my younger lady partner left this world too soon.
Custom slip joint and fixed...
Like a blue bone handled mini trapper...
Yeah there is sentiment and stories with one I had, and have since received a blue bone handled mini trapper/
Since 2008, I have been humbled, shocked and awed in getting some knives.
Two custom fixed, some production slip joints...
While I have used them, I admit to using, and putting away.
These, to me , are replacements of what I had, and to persons I miss every darn day.
I am "known" for some knives, like Case Peanut.
Heck I was born with one...
A good friend of mine lost his dad, and one of his Peanuts, NIB, was sent to me, engraved.
That one will never be used, it honors my friend, and his dad.
After some "life stuff", I could not bring myself to carry a Case yeller handled, CV blade Peanut, after the one I had, was lost.
I have over five decades with Peanuts, and for the first time, I did not own own, and could not bring myself to carry one.
Just recently, a YH CV Peanut was sent to me. I have messed with it, even tossed into my pocket a time or two.
Just I am having a difficult time actually just carrying it daily and doing with it, as I have for over five decades.
At the moment, it looks brand new, wrapped in the paper it came in and back in the yellow and white Case box, and in the box it was mailed to me in.
So I hide behind humor and use other coping mechanisms like testing and evaluating SAKs, for folks in restrictive countries (UK) or workplaces/campuses here in the US.
Or assist folks in private on knife stuff...
I am not sentimental and will deny it if asked.
*ahem*