silenthunterstudios
Slipjoint Addict
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I was looking at my collection of slipjoints the other day, and remembered when I first got interested in pocket knives. When I was a kid, my parents were dirt poor. My father owned, still owns, an auto upholstery company, and my mother was, still is, an RN. Both of them worked crazy hours, so my sister and I spent a lot of time at our grandparents houses. My father's father was still working, driving a soda delivery truck, and my mothers mother was still working for the map division of the State of Maryland. So, we spent a lot of time with my fathers mother and my mothers grandmother. And our cousins sometimes.
When I was a kid, my father, uncles and their friends would go to the local gun show. My father could've been heading off on an adventure worthy of Indiana Jones as far as I was concerned. He would always bring back trinkets for my sister and I, I got a lot of arrow heads from the gun show, he told me he found them on his property, some he did.
My father is a knife nut, but he had a family to support, and very rarely could he get knives. He loves pen knives, and has gone through probably a couple dozen over his life, he seems to lose them left and right. His knife collection consists of an old Sharpfinger, a couple Pakistan clones from the 70s and a Green River skinner blank.
One Saturday he came home with a gift for me, it was a figure knife, a USA single blade plastic handle with Daniel Boone on the shield side (no shield). I was enthralled, with getting a knife, and it had my name on it! My first "real" knife was a Boker figural knife with dogs on it, I have no idea where that knife is, but I cut myself pretty badly by accident. Later, a neighbor that was a big gun collector gave me a .22 single shot Wards and a Schrade 7OT. I have no idea what happened to that little Daniel Boone knife, I know the last time I saw it it had about a pound of caked mud inside and I was able to open it and oil it. Hell, it might have been found, cleaned up and put aside by my father. My little brother found a similar knife in my fathers field about five years ago, and he found an ancient jack knife (I need to take pics).
So, the Boker and the Schrade stand out much more, but I remember sleeping in at my uncles house, when they returned from the gun show one rainy morning with the Daniel Boone knife. A man that dearly liked his old guns and knives, since he was a kid at his grandfathers house in the coal hills of PA where this appreciation was nurtured, to trying to instill that love in his son.
My father tells me all the time, if I'm going to throw my money at those knives, why not throw it his way (a sanitized version of what he really says, you can intimate all you wish
). But I love to watch him coon finger and chicken eye an old knife, like a peanut or a small pen or jack knife. He always gives any knife the opening test, if the pull isn't what we'd put at about a three or four, it's too strong and no good at all. He also gave me an old Western fixed blade, great knife, I gave that to my little brother. He was going to give me his Sharpfinger, but he said I'm crazy with knife trading, and he wanted to keep that knife in the family. My pop knows me all too well.
So, even though the amount of knives I own (whew if he found out what I pay, I'd never hear the end of it) is a constant source of discussion
, thank you dad for getting me interested in knives and guns.
What was your first knife?
When I was a kid, my father, uncles and their friends would go to the local gun show. My father could've been heading off on an adventure worthy of Indiana Jones as far as I was concerned. He would always bring back trinkets for my sister and I, I got a lot of arrow heads from the gun show, he told me he found them on his property, some he did.
My father is a knife nut, but he had a family to support, and very rarely could he get knives. He loves pen knives, and has gone through probably a couple dozen over his life, he seems to lose them left and right. His knife collection consists of an old Sharpfinger, a couple Pakistan clones from the 70s and a Green River skinner blank.
One Saturday he came home with a gift for me, it was a figure knife, a USA single blade plastic handle with Daniel Boone on the shield side (no shield). I was enthralled, with getting a knife, and it had my name on it! My first "real" knife was a Boker figural knife with dogs on it, I have no idea where that knife is, but I cut myself pretty badly by accident. Later, a neighbor that was a big gun collector gave me a .22 single shot Wards and a Schrade 7OT. I have no idea what happened to that little Daniel Boone knife, I know the last time I saw it it had about a pound of caked mud inside and I was able to open it and oil it. Hell, it might have been found, cleaned up and put aside by my father. My little brother found a similar knife in my fathers field about five years ago, and he found an ancient jack knife (I need to take pics).
So, the Boker and the Schrade stand out much more, but I remember sleeping in at my uncles house, when they returned from the gun show one rainy morning with the Daniel Boone knife. A man that dearly liked his old guns and knives, since he was a kid at his grandfathers house in the coal hills of PA where this appreciation was nurtured, to trying to instill that love in his son.
My father tells me all the time, if I'm going to throw my money at those knives, why not throw it his way (a sanitized version of what he really says, you can intimate all you wish

So, even though the amount of knives I own (whew if he found out what I pay, I'd never hear the end of it) is a constant source of discussion

What was your first knife?