As a kid in the 50´s and 60´s I was living with my grandparents who had an orange orchard outside a small town in Mexico, my Grandmother had a german folding hunter with locking main blade, saw, stag scales and fancy bolsters. Years later when I finished college she gave it to me, one spacer was bent and the stag separating from the bolster, main blade was loose and pitted despite being stainless. I fixed it the best I could and started carrying it, one day it just wasn´t there, must have slipped out of my pocket, I was hard not to cry.