Who turned you into a knife lover?

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SpookStrickland

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For me it was my Great Grandpa on my Mom's side of the family. I remember when I was really little about 3 years old he was walking with me in his Garden and asked if I wanted a Carrot. I said sure. He pulled one out of the ground and handed it to me and I said lets go take this to Mom and Grandma so they can wash it up and I can eat it. He said no don't worry about that you can have it now and he pulled out his little pocket knife trimmed it up and peeled it and gave it to me. I thought that was the coolest thing ever and started pestering my Dad for a knife of my own.

My Great Grandpa died not long after that but my love of knives began that day. Later when I got older my Grandpa on my Dad's side of the family would really give me a great education on knives....I miss them both but they sure did give me some real world skills that I use every day.

So who turned you into a knife lover?
 
Probably my dad.... Not quite sure when it started. The majority of my knives that I got from ages 8-14 were for helping my dad at work or church. Looking back now I can name the time and place I got each knife and its so special. What a great way to encourage hard work. My dad always carried a buck 112 from when he was a kid. Buck still holds a special place for me.
 
Mr. Charles. Came to visit Saigon Tet of 68. As unarmed enlisted Air Force my Philippine made dagger was my security blanket. Been obsessed with sharp and pointy things ever since.
 
My dad and grandfather... First and Second World War vets. They brought several knives back from overseas and I was always allowed to play with them and use them. Been doin' it ever since.
 
My Dad just always had knives, axes, hatchets, saws, chisels, swords and more so I never did think twice about not liking sharpened steel.
 
I have always loved knives. As far back as I can recall. I bought my first knife at a state fair. Thinking back, The carney who sold it to me may have been a little unscroupulous.(not sure how that ones spelled) I was certainly to young for a butterfly knife.
It wasnt until I discovered BFC that I learned about quality knives. So in the end I think the blame lies sqarely on you peoples shoulders. Thank you and curse you.
 
My uncle on my moms side. When I was a kid it was me and mom living with my grandmother. My father passed away. My uncle always tried to make sure I had a male role model. He was and still is a great one. I would help work on the farm and just about every week he would give me a new knife. Just cheap ones but it still got me started. Been hooked ever since.
 
A little tiny outdoors shop downtown. Old man running it always had Ruana knives in the case. They were the same price or cheaper than Buck or Gerber. I never could forget how much better the steel was compared to the big name brands. These Ruanas were my first exposure to decent steel and gave me an idea of what sharp really was.
 
I think most young boys have a generic interest in knives. Cub Scouts/Boy Scouts actually put them in my hands and I used them fairly often since my troop went camping every month.
 
No one in my family likes knives, won one at a fair as a child throwing rings. It was game over from then on, still have that knife too.
 
MY Step dad and Grandpa both. I grew up farming and there was always a need to cut something. Got my first Old Timer when I was five and started school.
 
My dad, after he showed me his switchblade and other treasures and bought me my first knife as a kid of maybe 10 years not sure now.
 
Honestly, I cannot pin that on anybody in a truly direct sense.

Obviously my father but his love was for the Machete...not any sort of EDC type of thing. I cannot recall the man ever swinging an axe. My maternal grandfather was a knife guy in terms of living with one all his life as a farmer. Had a little slipjoint for EDC and a nicer one on his watch chain for church. He was the community butcherer, and had a set of Henckles butcher knives that he used to butcher hogs and beeves for himself and for neighbors...but he died when I was 5. My mom instilled this quality in me a little bit later and I have some of his things...I have a couple of the butcher knives and I have his sharpening steel. I used to have his very worn, almost hour-glass shaped whet stone...carborundum presumably. It was my mom who passed on the wisdom from him that a sharp knife is safer than a dull knife in that a dull knife is more likely to be forced and slip etc.

So for me, somewhat indirectly, it was the usual suspects...my father and my maternal grandfather via my mother's memorys of him and his lifelong farming career.
 
while my dad had a SAK, he never really carried it. my stepdad bought a Buck 110 and it stayed in the drawer for 25 years, unused, until I took it out 2 years ago, 6 years after he passed.

my dad was into rifles, and I learned how to use and hunt with them, take them down and maintain them. I was always into firearms, and joined the rifle team in college while in ROTC.

my fondness for blades didn't really take off until I started dabbling in tameshigiri while in college. I guess that had me started on the path to knives. can I say Howard Clark?
 
When I was a very young kid I lived by my Grandmother. All 6 of her sons, my father and unkles, would come to her house every Saturday.
That must have been sharpening day for them, because all of them would pull out there knives and sharpeing stones at some point during the day.
I was about 5 when a few of them gave me some of there old knives and a stone.
Then a few years later most of the boys at school would bring a small box of knives to school, and we would trade them about like we did Baseball cards. I've been into knives ever since.
 
For me it started when I lived for 3 years in the back of a funeral home. By myself. Think what thats like, when its 3 a.m. and the whole place is shaking from a thunderstorm. So, I bought a S&W 357 magnum to protect myself from zombies. That got me to realizing that there were tools with which one could manipulate the environment and, in so doing, give partial relief to one's inner turmoil. That led me into more guns, and later flashlights, knives and multitools - all of which I has subsequently hoarded. So it was not so much a person who turned me on to knives, but the real and perceived benefit of owning and carrying certain tools.
 
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