Whats your most sentimental knife

The most sentimental knives I have are total junk, but they were gifted to me by loved ones and friends who are not knife nuts!

It truly is the thought that counts! I still have every one of them.:thumbsup:
 
McFeeli said:
My most sentimental knife is definitely my Grandpa's little Case stockman. My uncle actually gave it to me in a small wooden box he made for it with a card saying, "This knife belonged to your grandfather. He carried it sharpened. There wasn't a day it was anywhere but in his pocket."

It's beat to hell, the bone has cracks and spots missing, the blades themselves are barely even there he reprofiled them so much. They look more like toothpicks than blades.. But it holds a lot of meaning to me and it's something I'll have until my grave.
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Do you carry it?
 
Mine is a 1960's Craftsman made by Ulster. It belonged to my Grandfather. It was his only non kitchen knife.
 
Minnesota Man said:
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That I don't. It's turned into a sort of heirloom now. Plus it's had a very, very tough life haha. I'll try to get a picture of it later on. It lives up top of my dresser, only once in a while will I'll pull it out and open it up. It's actuallu the only knife I haven't stuck in my pocket, I believe.
 
This is a bit of a long story, so please bare with me. My most sentimental knife is in the ground.

After I moved from Canada to Chile, I had a group of other people visit for specific reasons. One of the people who visited was the brother of a friend, the brother I had never met. This brother had been fighting cancer for a couple of years. He was under a short remission and was taking his last vacation of his life with his brother. This person was accustomed to having a knife with him but because of the travel he didn't have one with him. We hit it off immediately and we became friends immediately. I decided to lend him a CRKT S2. Because of his cancer treatment he was rather forgetful and lost it somewhere. I gave him a CRKT 14K Summit knife as I didn't want him to lose another "expensive" knife. He was embarrassed but was happy to have another knife on his hip. He felt less naked.

My friend let me know a few months later that his brother had died. He also told me that his brother was buried with the knife that I gave him. It is hard for me to not remember this new friend, who I knew for such a short time, whenever I hold a knife.
 
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Ill give warning also it's probably a bit long winded but ...

I guess I would have trouble choosing between two ... the obvious answer would be an old hickory skinning knife that my dad used and gave to me when I was old enough to run my own trapline ... I was smiling ear to ear strapping that thing on my belt the first time it seemed like Christmas after watching dad use it for years.

The other was my very first knife ... my grandpa passed before I was born so I never knew him ... but we lived in the country and just across the road from an older couple ... the older man was like a granfather to me and often took me along checking his fields or to the feedstore in the tiny nearby town ... where he'd buy my a bottle of soda and I'd sit and listen to all the older men tell stories and several would pull a pocket knife out of their overall bib chest pocket and whittle as they talked ...

well I must have know what each one carried after awhile and admired them even though most were old worn beaten up knifes ... I wanted one just like theirs ...

well one day when the neighbor man took me to town ... he bought me a soda and when we sat down he pulled out a piece of wood and an old case and to my surprise handed them to me and gave me some simple rules and I sat and whittled ... and I would imgine all of the older men probably just watched me that day I was tickled to death and couldnt wait to get home to show dad (which dad already knew as the man had gotten dad's permission) but at the time I was clueless ...

those two knives have long since been retired and sit in the display portion on a gun cabinet ... and I hear all the time why do you have those two old rusted beat up knives in there with the nice ones ... and I always think if you have to ask that .. you wouldn't understand.
 
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Must be my "Kullervo"-puukko, a traditional Finnish knife with a birch bark handle. I am certain it saved my life once, had to use as an icepick to climb out of a steep, icy slope. Falling might have killed me and without it I could not get a grip of the surface.
 
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2 absolute beauties!
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d.r.h. said:
I have only two knives I could actually say have "sentimental" value. The first is a knife that came up for sale 2 weeks after my mother passed away last year. While I am not generally attracted to Mammoth tooth ... the minute I saw this one, I knew I had to buy it. It has all the colors that my mother loved.

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The second one is sentimentally special because a good friend (totally out of the blue) surprised me with it as a gift.

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In no particular order

The Buck 110 I got for my highschool graduation


Schrade 33OT. My dad got it for Christmas from my grandfather while he was off in the army back in the 80's and eventually gave it to me when I was 12.

This grand Vic classic
My grandfather loved them as an only knife and even bought this one for my grandmother , but she just never used it.
His last yellow Classic is worn out, so I took this one and swapped out it's pink scales for the yellow ones from my grandfathers that was in his pocket when he died. I was able to take what was just a mere object to my grandmother ( didn't care about it and sent it home with my dad a long time ago ) and add some attachment to my grandfather to it with the yellow scales that were worn by his hands and pocket everyday for years, and was likely the last tool he ever used.


Lastly there's this gift from GT on the porch.
I had admired the tiny white imperial for quite a while, and eventually he decided it might feel more at home with me since I could appreciate it more. Even though he never had any intention of parting with it he did anyways and it was such a thoughtful gesture. He also included the camo Vic Classic which I just love because it was a thoughtful gift but also just because it's camo which is perfectly " me "

The little imperial is always hanging around d my neck so no matter what I can have some patina'd carbon steel on me.
 
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My Camillius Cub Scout knife given to me by my father when I joined the Scouts in the 1st grade.
 
Btw I've got multiple knives that I love which I'd hate to loose, but I just love them as knives and they don't have much sentimental value.
 
DDR AXD in PSF27, commissioned during breakfast with Darrel at the 2014 Plaza show. I had 9 months sober and wanted something to mark 1 year. AA related milled engraving with a scratch for each year. Pocket clip set for right hand edge out pikal wave opening.





It has seen much carry and use.
 
Mine is my first knife, a Victorinox SAK Camper with black scales, a leather pouch and a soft Arkansas stone. My grandmother gave it to me 30 years ago for my birthday, and it's been everywhere from the mountains of Alaska to the deserts of Kuwait. Now it stays in my knife drawer because of its sentimental value.

The Arkansas stone also has sentimental value because it's the stone that I used to teach myself freehand sharpening back when I was a teenager.
 
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My first knife was a Kamp King, purchased at age 12 when I joined the Boy Scouts. It was my only knife for the next 15 years until I gave it to a girl friend, who promptly lost it. Not long after, I replaced it with a Swiss Army Knife, a much better EDC, but without the dings and scars from the KK that gave it character and sentimental value. Decades later, I reminisced about it to a good friend, a guy I knew since high school. Months after that, he presented me with this replacement that he had found at a flea market for $1, a thoughtful gift for which I reimbursed him (always pay for a knife gift) and put it away in my keepsake drawer. Just recently, my friend died, and now the Kamp King does double duty, both as a remembrance of my youth and of my dearly missed pal.
 
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