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I was going through some of my picture folders where I've stored the pics that I've posted in various threads here, and came across a picture I snapped at one point of my Father's knife (a Buck Colleague with a personal engraved message) and a knife I'd been carrying that day, and it made me think for a minute. Like me, Dad has been a knife guy all his life, and also like me, he's carried many different knives over the years. Today, he carries one of those little folding skinning knives that have the replaceable "blades", because it just works for him. It gets dull, he replaces the blade and trucks on. Anyway, the point is, if there were several old knives on a table, I probably wouldn't be able to pick out the knife that was his in the lot. Of coure, many of us over the years have posted up pics of their Father or Grandfather's knife, and I always enjoy seeing them. In many instances, those knives were the only one the guy had, and so it being passed down made it a special heirloom of priceless value, and I realized that I'm probably not going to have something like that myself, because Dad has used so many different knives. Instead of one knife with countless memories attached, I'm probably getting a box full of knives that I'll look through and probably won't recognize or feel a connection with.
All of that longwinded navelgazing aside, it had me thinking "What's my knife?" What's the knife my wife would look in my main collection and be able to point to it and say "That's the one. Out of all his knives, that's the one he'd never part with, and he always had with him, that I remember him using." Fortunately, she knows me well! She'd be able to tell you right away, it's this one:
She gave this to me years ago, and it was one of my first "expensive" knives. The bead on it is a solid copper shifter plate nut from the first nice car I bought not long after we got together, and we had that car for several years and to this day, we have a lot of good memories of those early years with that car. I still carry it every so often and it resides in my daybag when not in my pocket.
So that's mine. What about you guys? What's your knife? What's the knife that your children will receive? Or perhaps, in less morbid terms, what's your knife that those who know you will be able to see it on a table and immediately know it's yours?
All of that longwinded navelgazing aside, it had me thinking "What's my knife?" What's the knife my wife would look in my main collection and be able to point to it and say "That's the one. Out of all his knives, that's the one he'd never part with, and he always had with him, that I remember him using." Fortunately, she knows me well! She'd be able to tell you right away, it's this one:

She gave this to me years ago, and it was one of my first "expensive" knives. The bead on it is a solid copper shifter plate nut from the first nice car I bought not long after we got together, and we had that car for several years and to this day, we have a lot of good memories of those early years with that car. I still carry it every so often and it resides in my daybag when not in my pocket.
So that's mine. What about you guys? What's your knife? What's the knife that your children will receive? Or perhaps, in less morbid terms, what's your knife that those who know you will be able to see it on a table and immediately know it's yours?