Where has your Buck knife traveled?

Some cool pics so far! I'm still waiting to hear who and which Buck knife made a cross country trip on a motorcycle or in a Jeep, or did a road trip on Route 66 in an old Cadillac. :thumbup:
 
Nothing glorious like a Cadillac or a Harley, but this little Buck Lite Mini 425 traveled around central Europe with me several years ago in a Skoda Automobile. I drove the car, my wife and daughter, and the Buck Knife around Poland and Slovakia and carried the Buck on the Czech, Austrian, and Slovak state railway system (not to mention the great public transit systems in the cities). It has traveled in my pocket while hiking around the lakes in the Tetra Mountains, in the market of Krakow, in the Auschwitz Concentration Camp, all over Vienna and Bratislava, and in Prague. OH

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My Bucks have been near the North Pole, wilds of Alaska, mountains of Alabama, Tennessee, fishing in Florida, and all the way to Thailand and Malaysia, just to mention a few places.
 
David Martin said:
Doc, good to see your in fine form this Wednesday morning. DM
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:D Thanks David. It was actually night, for me. You like living in out of the way places and I have, also, lived in some very out of the way places. Seems as though I keep hearing call of adventure, or something (or the delusions of a deranged mind).
 
No, Doc it is the call... Be glad you can still hear it. When we were camping along the river, sipping our coffee & looking at stars. We both mentioned we could hear the river 'talking.' It speaks it's own language. We couldn't understand what it was saying. Perhaps, stories of ancient travelers, Native Americans or of Mountain Men crossing centuries ago.
It's a hidden mystery. We will never know. But we both left, glad to have beheld it's voice. It's 'call' is now forever etched in my memory. I'm glad to know such wild places still exist and I could take my offspring to see it and hear it. Rare indeed, in today's world. DM
I had to add this one. We camped one night just off to the right of this bend.
 
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David Martin said:
No, Doc it is the call... Be glad you can still hear it. When we were camping along the river, sipping our coffee & looking at stars. We both mentioned we could hear the river 'talking.' It speaks it's own language. We couldn't understand what it was saying. Perhaps, stories of ancient travelers, Native Americans or of Mountain Men crossing centuries ago.
It's a hidden mystery. We will never know. But we both left, glad to have beheld it's voice. It's 'call' is now forever etched in my memory. I'm glad to know such wild places still exist and I could take my offspring to see it and hear it. Rare indeed, in today's world. DM
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Was trout fishing today in the tailwater river, had my Buck Model 444 with me. I heard what I am pretty sure was the loud and very nerve grating sound of two Great Blue Herons mating. It is not a pleasant sound, completely unlike the flowing river. The sound stopped and in a minute a Heron flew down river out from the river side trees the noise was coming from, then in another minute another heron flew out and up river. I think the first one was the male sneaking off in a hurry down wind.......not sure which one was making the noise. 300
 
My Buck 112 has been with me on vacations since I got it in 1988. It helped build my house. I have back in the day boarded planes with it on my side. I have thought about retiring it but just can't seem to bring my self to doing this. If ever a knife could be a friend this one is mine. She has been in Tennessee, Virginia, North Carolina, South Carolina, Georgia, Florida, Alabama, Illinois, Ohio, Missouri, Iowa, and Maryland.
 
1Ronin said:
My Buck 112 has been with me on vacations since I got it in 1988. It helped build my house. I have back in the day boarded planes with it on my side. I have thought about retiring it but just can't seem to bring my self to doing this. If ever a knife could be a friend this one is mine. She has been in Tennessee, Virginia, North Carolina, South Carolina, Georgia, Florida, Alabama, Illinois, Ohio, Missouri, Iowa, and Maryland.
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:thumbup: !!!

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1Ronin said:
My Buck 112 has been with me on vacations since I got it in 1988. It helped build my house. I have back in the day boarded planes with it on my side. I have thought about retiring it but just can't seem to bring my self to doing this. If ever a knife could be a friend this one is mine. She has been in Tennessee, Virginia, North Carolina, South Carolina, Georgia, Florida, Alabama, Illinois, Ohio, Missouri, Iowa, and Maryland.
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Excellent choice. When I moved, the first knife I packed was one of my 110's. The 112 is a bit more handy and a great knife.
 
Below is a collection of not just items, but of very fond memories. Pictured below is a photo of my father and me in 1978 hunting down ghost towns in the San Juan Mountains in Colorado. In the photo, I am carrying my 3 year-old Pathfinder, the only real knife I owned at the time, and we were driving our 1977 Jeep CJ-7 Renegade. The book is the book that we used to find the ghost towns, as it included maps of the area. This year, my father and mother will be 87 and Dad is still riding his horse. :thumbup: As stated in my original post, this summer, we are taking our family vacation to the San Juans in search of more ghost towns. My son, who is now 17, is the same age that I was in the photo. :)


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TAH, These are the events woven into our lives that make up the 'good stuff'. Keep searching out old ghost towns. DM
 
I had a Buck Knife when I lived in Idaho, just down road from its place of creation - until I lost it!, so do I get the prize for the least travelled diatance?? Haha
 
David, great picture of the river and the country it cuts through - there is something very attractive in wilderness that does speak to the soul. OH
 
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