What's the LONGEST Time You've Lost and Found a Knife?

Found a BM Mini-Reflex that had been missin' for 5 years, it was under a bunch of boxes I dropped off in the barn the day I lost it.:D
 
I'd think many people would lose knives by putting them in their winter coats, then go into an early spring
and not find them until it cooled off again. I lost a good flashlight that way. When I put on the winter coat
and found it in my side pocket, I was sooooo happy, but by then it had already become obsolete! ;)

I was still glad to have it, though.

Another popular way of losing things, knives included, is to set them on a car, then drive off forgetting
that it was there. I've seen a number of knives on the highway in my time. Nothing that looked really great.
One or two Sebenzas, that sort of thing, but nothing worth stopping for. :D

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Why, I'd been looking for
this thing for the longest time.
Then I found it earlier today
in my husband's back!

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The knife was on the table, then
suddenly it was gone!

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About two years. It was a clip point lockback that I picked up for $8 in Canada on one of my first Scouting trips. It got taken by my SPL cuz I wouldn't stop playing with it (Typical...) He gave it to my Scoutmaster. After several years of occasional inquiries, I finally got it back. And i couldn't stop playing with it then either. :)
 
Tracker2 said:
With my middle-age memory loss, I consider my knives lost every time I set them down. I can't remember how long the longest lost time was and, quite frankly, I don't care because I'm too busy looking for my car keys.
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Scary! You're describing me!
 
Back when I was a young tacker, I bought a cheapie Japanese floating fish knife. One of those things that look like a stick of polished wood--the sheath being identical to the handle. I thought I'd packed it when I moved to the south Pacific in 1972 but could never find it.

When my Dad died about 8 years ago, Mom cleaned out his shed and I chose to keep a small wall-hanging that they had bought in Fiji when they had visited me years later.

I had to dismantle it to get it in my suitcase, and there, stiffening the top of this hanging, was my little fish knife. A clean, a polish, and some re-finishing of the wood and it's mine again. I reckon it was gone for almost 30 years. And now it also reminds me of my Dad. One of my "best" knives.

Thanks for the thread, it's nice to remember all of that.

Greg
 
Lost my cheapo Barlow slippie used for digging in the dirt at the end of the golf course season. Have tried others but for some reason a Barlow works best for me so I bought another one the next spring. Not long that after my brother showed up with my missing knife which had spent the winter lying on the ground in the tool shed.

I returned the favor when I found a Buck slippie lying in the grass where my brother works on golf cars. He said he had been looking all over for it and had given up and just bought another one.

Neither knife was a gem and the time gone was not all that long, but both seemed to require being replaced before showing up. Who knows what goes on in the mind of a knife?
 
Our family owned a furniture store in a small town (Pop 7000) from 1955 to 1998. As a rule when people traded in their furniture we would search the cushions and find all kinds of trash and alot of times treasures. When searching the inside of a sofa I had sold a couple of years earlier and the people traded it back in to upgraded to a new sofa I found my SAK Tinker, no doubt it was mine, my name was engraved on the back spring. "What goes around comes around" really does happen from time to time.
 
My record is about 3 years. Lost a Leatherman Multitool in a couch (didn't know that of course) in our sitting room that we very rarely use. We went to move the couch a few years later and took off the cushions, I ran my hand around the inside just checking for change or whatever and lo and behold - there it was!
 
I thought I had lost one of my swords during a camping trip. Several years later it turned up in my Grandfather's garage. I guess I left it in his boat that I had borrowed for that trip.

I found one of my throwing knives in my parents' yard after it had been missing seven years or more. It sure has a sweet patina!:D
 
I have a little Vic sak (I think soldier) that I had lost and had been looking for. One spring day when the snow and ice were just melting off I went back to feed the dog. I went back to where we tie her up and look down. There it is!!

I spent some time cleaning it but couldn't get it to work smooth. My mom said to use some nail polish remover. I thought I would "do a good job" and soak the knife in it. Well after I put in the bowl full of nail polish remover I went and proudly told my Mom. She yelled "GET IT OUT OF THERE!" I went and grabbed it out of a soup of red nail polish remover.

My fingerprints are still in those deformed plastic handles. I always remember that nail polish remover is also SAK handle remover! :)

Sam
 
5 years. lost it in the woods then found it 5 years later. it actually looked pretty good.
 
I had loaned a Benchmade mini-AFCK to a friend while on a sailing trip (he was thinking about buying it), and it turned up missing. A year or so later, the boat's owner was cleaning the bilge out and found the knife. Thing looked almost like new... I can only figure that either there wasn't much salt water in the bilge, or else he dislodged the knife from somewhere and it fell into the bilge right before he found it.
 
Afew months on a Case barlow. Then lo and behold it appeared inside a pair of boots in my closet that I had not worn for sometime. Almost as good as getting a new knife!:)
 
I bought my first decent knife when I was about 15. It was a Schrade stockman. Early one spring, when I was still in high school, I was fishing from an island on Lake George, NY and lost the knife in the lake -- I was banging it on the top of a dock post to knock off some fish guts or something, and it slipped from my grip and bounced out into the cold, deep water.

I wrote it off as lost.

Years later, I had become certified in SCUBA and found myself diving in the lake in the vicinity of where I lost the knife. I remembered losing it and started to search. BINGO! I found it on the bottom, open and crusted with rust.

It cleaned up well. The rust came off the blades in chunks, leaving the blades very dark in color and pitted with an unusual pattern of lines that looks very much like damascus.

It still sits on my dresser with my EDC selection, but I rarely carry it.

Stay sharp,
desmobob
 
I love my AL MAR Falcon. It "disappeared" after a "boozy" night out with family.
I was at my wits end the following morning seaching for for it.
I found it hung up on some loose thread on the back of my woollen-coat I was wearing.(Pocket clip removed after that)
Relief,after three hours of thinking and hunting,was worth it.
 
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