This knife reminds me of the knife my dad purchased the day he started work at South Central Bell (that's pre-AT&T and cell phone days Bell). He carried that one knife religiously every day until long after he retired. He dropped it in the lake once when fishing. The boat was in 120' of water so we triangulated the location as best we could and returned to the house for a speaker magnet. He bounced that magnet on the bottom until he felt the 'click'. We retrieved that knife and he continued to carry it until recently when it was lost to the hay field for good, it seems. Thanks for posting that image - brings back good memories.
cool story. Always fould use a metal detector i suppose.







