What Was Your First Knife and How Old Were You?

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Gene K

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I know some people from different areas of the country and different age groups may find this strange but not everywhere or everywhen was knife adverse.

When I was growing up we had a name for people who didn't carry pocket knives. We called them "Female" (No offense to any of this gender on this site, as I said it was a different time and place).

So what was your first knife and when did you get it?

Mine was a 00030 Case Peanut I received for my 7th Birthday.

PS To scandalize you even farther I received my first Air Rifle at 6, Rimfire at 8, Shotgun at 9, High Powered Rifle at 11 and Handgun at 12.
 
Smith and Wesson Extreme Ops. It was an urban camo blade with G10 scales and a tanto blade in 440c steel. Made by Taylor cutlery. I was 13 and fresh out of the mall ninja academy. Still have it, still works well even though its developed some blade play.
 
My dad took a grinder to a old case crane knife and ground the edges flat and I got it at like 6 or 7 and years later I asked for it to be sharp and he told me I could have it sharp if I could get it sharp

I ground a 1/4 of the blades off with his stones but got it sharp.

He would never do anything for me but show me the basics, that made me the man I am today serious
 
I had a Cub Scout knife. I don't remember the brand, just that it was (probably fake) blue jigged bone with a BSA seal. When I went into the woods with my family, I carried a Buck 118, I think, that I bought with my paper route money. I consider it my first real knife.
 
As a kid, I had a number of “jackknives”. The only one I remember is the steel-handled folder that I now know to be the Camillus demo knife, so by default, that is the one I refer to as my first knife.

At age 12, I saw West Side Story on Broadway, and for a couple of years after that carried a gravity knife, because I couldn’t put my hands on a real switchblade. I was lucky not to get in a lot of trouble with it.
 
Wenger Nomad, given to me by my great uncle for my 7th birthday.
 
My very first was a large, swiss army knife with plastic scales, it was some knockoff that barely opened and had rusted up so bad from being in a drawer that it was never used.

My first locking knife was some piece of garbage thing that came in a gift basket of some sort.
It had a severely recurved blade, and a flashlight in the handle. I still have it in a drawer in case I need to scrape at something.

My first "real" knife was a Buck 112 that I took from my mom. It was a gift from my grandpa to her when she was younger and I carried that for about a year before she wanted it back and I had to buy my own.
 
buck 110 at 7 years of age, or 8 I forget exactly. These days, you probably go to jail for child abuse if you give your kid a knife.
 
I have no idea. I do remember buying some cheap knife on a vacation at around age 8 or 9. I had others before that, but I have no idea what they were or what became of them.
 
BB gun at 5, jackknife at 6, .22 at 7, and shot gun at 9. Played Mumblety Peg at school. After school, it was either cops and robbers, cowboys and Indians, or GI’s and Nazi’s. Not sure how I turned out to be such a civilized gentleman. It’s getting pretty deep in here.
 
The first one I really remember was a swiss army classic when I was 7 or 8. There was one before that, but I don't remember it well. My two oldest daughters each carry a SAK classic. They are 4 and 3.
 
I still have it... 58 years later. It is a Montgomery Wards "Boy Scout" knife, although there is some debate here on whether or not MW actually sold a BS knife. Regardless, I received it at 5 years old. I had received tutoring on knife handling and care from both Grandad and my own father. I wasn't allowed to take it away from the yard but when I was home it was I my pocket ready for action.

One day I decided (as I had seen my father do) that my Mom's dish drain board, a soft piece of rubbery plastic, needed a trim to get the molding lines smoothed out. Boy did I make a mess out of that! When my Mom and Dad caught up to me, my Dad lit me up! Then, he took my knife away. On my 6th birthday, he gave it back to me as a present and was ready to let me try to be responsible again.

It all worked out! Hundreds of knives have come in and out of my possession since then and I never go anywhere or do anything without a knife.

Robert
 
My very first knife was a very small Imperial pen knife (smaller than a peanut) in the first grade. It cost $0.50, perhaps $0.25 sourced from my meager allowance. A second Imperial was purchased a year or so later when my hands got larger. My first "good" knife was a Case Barlow that I bought around Age 9 or so. I don't really remember, but I needed a knife for many things in the country before I started hunting and using pocket knives to clean game or field dress game.
 
A Sabre two-blade jack knife with MOP (Made of Plastic) scales at about 9 years old. I recently bought what I believe to be a close duplicate. I vaguely remember a rubber bladed folder from an earlier time. The blade was the color of bubble gum and I remember it to be the size of a Buck 110, although I'm sure it was closer in size to a Barlow.
 
I was 9 or 10 (1979 or 1980) when my mother's friend got me a knife from Germany. It was small with one blade and the handle scales had a color picture of a German city on them. That woman was very kind to me and my mom and I miss her very much as she has since passed on several years ago. She was from Germany and came to the states, in the early 1940's, as a young child. I don't know what happen to the knife but it sparked a fire in me for knives and collecting them. God bless her and may she rest in peace.
 
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The earliest knife I can remember was a Swiss Army of some sort.

The first knife I ever bought was a switchblade when I was a kid (probably 10yo or so) on a family trip to Germany, and I smuggled it home in my bag :cool:

It got confiscated at school, as I was obviously dumb enough to bring it to show my friends, but to my surprise on the last day of the year I got called into the principal's office and she gave it back, telling me to keep it quiet. Those were the days...
 
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