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Hi all,
I thought I would introduce this question as I actually find it curious. Now I am not very old in the grand scheme of things, some call me a youngster and others call me "old". I like to think that I am in my prime... In any case, perusing these forums, particularly this one, has gotten me a wee bit nostalgic. As a result, I felt compelled to bring out the very first knives I ever owned and it just so happens that they are both traditional blades.
When I was 8 or 9-ish, my dad felt that I had achieved an adequate level of responsibility and took me shopping for my very first pocket knife. Once we arrived at our local Bi-Mart, I rushed over to the knife case, which happened to be my favorite spot in the whole store, go figure... As I practically drooled all over the glass, practically giddy that I would be taking home a piece of awesomeness, my dad began to lay out the "criteria" by which I needed to adhere to in regards to selecting my first knife. It had to be good high carbon steel (it will stay sharp longer, but I had to take good care of it), none of that shiny stainless, which practically disqualified two thirds of the knives in the case. It had to be simple to operate, with no more than 2 or 3 blades, and no fancy gizmos. This pretty much left but a small selection of Old Timers. With his criteria set, he had the gentleman behind the counter pull one out and he then proceeded to educate me on the do's and don'ts of knife handling. Once he was satisfied I understood, he paid for the knife and the rest is history.
Fast forward some 7-8 years and I found myself back at the very same Bi-Mart, this time by myself. Even then, I needed no excuse to go stand at the knife case. In this particular instance, I had my eyes on only one knife, the beautifully sleek Buck 119. I had already been working for a couple years for a local nursery at this point so I had cash burning a hole in my pocket and visions of grandeur, thinking how glorious it would be to own such a beautiful piece of steel. Not able to wait another second, I placed my cash on the counter and asked for the 119, fearing I would be turned away since I wasn't 18 at the time. The clerk didn't bat an eye and quickly pulled the knife out with its box, bagged it for me and sent me on my way.
Fast forward, yet again, to today, almost (but not quite) 20 years later and I still have both of these knives. The Old Timer has been through some tough use, I even thought I had lost it years ago, only to rediscover it after my dad passed. The Buck has been to Mexico, Canada, and all over the states, on my side at most of my jobs, and despite not receiving the gentlest of care from me, it still shines like a diamond.
I have many knives, but these are the only two (besides one of my dad's), that I can be absolutely certain that I will never willingly part with.
(I did peruse the threads to see if a similar one already existed and did not find one. However, if I missed it, I apologize ahead of time for the redundancy.)
I thought I would introduce this question as I actually find it curious. Now I am not very old in the grand scheme of things, some call me a youngster and others call me "old". I like to think that I am in my prime... In any case, perusing these forums, particularly this one, has gotten me a wee bit nostalgic. As a result, I felt compelled to bring out the very first knives I ever owned and it just so happens that they are both traditional blades.
When I was 8 or 9-ish, my dad felt that I had achieved an adequate level of responsibility and took me shopping for my very first pocket knife. Once we arrived at our local Bi-Mart, I rushed over to the knife case, which happened to be my favorite spot in the whole store, go figure... As I practically drooled all over the glass, practically giddy that I would be taking home a piece of awesomeness, my dad began to lay out the "criteria" by which I needed to adhere to in regards to selecting my first knife. It had to be good high carbon steel (it will stay sharp longer, but I had to take good care of it), none of that shiny stainless, which practically disqualified two thirds of the knives in the case. It had to be simple to operate, with no more than 2 or 3 blades, and no fancy gizmos. This pretty much left but a small selection of Old Timers. With his criteria set, he had the gentleman behind the counter pull one out and he then proceeded to educate me on the do's and don'ts of knife handling. Once he was satisfied I understood, he paid for the knife and the rest is history.
Fast forward some 7-8 years and I found myself back at the very same Bi-Mart, this time by myself. Even then, I needed no excuse to go stand at the knife case. In this particular instance, I had my eyes on only one knife, the beautifully sleek Buck 119. I had already been working for a couple years for a local nursery at this point so I had cash burning a hole in my pocket and visions of grandeur, thinking how glorious it would be to own such a beautiful piece of steel. Not able to wait another second, I placed my cash on the counter and asked for the 119, fearing I would be turned away since I wasn't 18 at the time. The clerk didn't bat an eye and quickly pulled the knife out with its box, bagged it for me and sent me on my way.
Fast forward, yet again, to today, almost (but not quite) 20 years later and I still have both of these knives. The Old Timer has been through some tough use, I even thought I had lost it years ago, only to rediscover it after my dad passed. The Buck has been to Mexico, Canada, and all over the states, on my side at most of my jobs, and despite not receiving the gentlest of care from me, it still shines like a diamond.
I have many knives, but these are the only two (besides one of my dad's), that I can be absolutely certain that I will never willingly part with.
(I did peruse the threads to see if a similar one already existed and did not find one. However, if I missed it, I apologize ahead of time for the redundancy.)