Your First Knife

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DaxMan

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Do your remember your first knife? Anybody still have your first knife? Let's hear the story and see the pics.

Mine was an Old Timer Sharade Sharpfinger. I drooled over it displayed in the glass case at the hardware store and begged my Dad to buy it for me every time we went in (which was often as he was a contractor). One day he gave in and spent the $14 and I had my first knife. I did all kinds of stupid things with it like trying to cut through barb wire, throwing it, cutting myself, etc. Fortuntely I didn't do any serious damage to myself or the knife and I am happy to say I still have it. A fun memory for me.

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Let's hear about your first knife...
 
I recall when I was around 8 yrs old in cub scouts, my first big success with popcorn. I had my heart set on this "nice looking" Fire-engine red, two blade jack. and man, oh man did it look nice in that catalog. My parents agreed to letting me get the knife and out I went.

A few Months later when the popcorn was sold and delivered, prizes came out. Needless to say I was ecstatic to get the little, white cardboard box. I ran home and immediately showed it to my parents who were happy, but had other plans for the knife. They confiscated it from me and handed me, my brothers hand-me-down knife (as was common being the youngest in the family) His was a decent Official Cub Scout Camper pattern made by Camillus. But it wasn't MY knife. One of the lowest points of my 8yrs on this planet lol. They believed the scales were too slick, (which I suppose they are, in hindsight) But still quite detrimental to me at the time. However, on that Camper I learned how to sharpen, properly take care of a knife, and the value of a well loved tool.

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I think my first knife may have been a cheep Pakistan made folding lockblade from around 1980, that I won at a local carnie fair.
Dull as heck but I hid it from my folks and cherished it untill it was stollen by some other kid.

My first fixed blades were actually kitchen knives that I bought from GoodWill when I was a kid. Can't believe they actually sold them to me! haha... Anyway, I picked up a couple of old cleavers and a butcher style knife, made sheaths for them out of cardboard and ducktape, then went out into the woods to chop on trees and learn how to throw them. :)

...Good times!
 
think my first knife was my old boyscout knife...no idea where is it and truthfully at the time i didnt care about it, or the scouts..now i wish i still had it and i wish i would have stuck with the scouts thing...ohh well
 
Since I've started buying big fixed blades my dad likes to tell me I've wasted my money, since fixed blades are "useless. If you want a real god knife, get a folder." He's lived on Swiss Armies all his life and one of those was my first too. But I'd lost so many in my years of scouting that he eventually had to start buying cheap, and I ended up with a China-made imitation. It came in a set, so he used that too. I find consolation in the fact that he chose to get an original Victorinox again once I started using fixeds, though I'd like to prove to him that they're far from "useless" on our upcoming Memorial Day weekend camping trip.

I always had minimalist models, with around six to eight tools on them, and I was always jealous of the kids with bigger Vics. To my single-digit-age mind, the more the tools the better the knife.
 
This is similar to the 1st knife I ever owned , my father bought this one to replace a smaller one I lost. These were actually sold as knives for kids, they came dull and made of soft metal. I still have it.
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This is my 1st real knife, I bought it myself with money I saved. I bought it in a souvenir shop in Hunter Mountain NY some time around 1973, I still have it.
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I think it was a Daniel Boone character/advertising knife that my father got for me. It was a repro sold through Smokey Mountain of older knives. My first "real" knife was a Schrade Cave Bear my neighbor gave me when I was a young teen. He was an avid hunter and fisherman, and he and my father would get together sometimes.
 
Man! That's a tough one.... when I was a kid one of my neighbors gave me a yellow "old timer" looking lock back but I definitely don't have it anymore since I was about 8 at the time. But in high school I bought a nice SAK off of a pretty transient looking guy at a bus stop in a bad part of town.... I remember my buddy saying "Dude you don't know where that knife's been" ....lol. I soaked it in alcohol and just gave it to my son last year, had that knife for about 20yrs now.


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ZT 0350 that my ex bought me. I don't have it anymore. I make it a point to sell knives when I upgrade. An HTM bowie, non-assisted Gunhammer replaced that ZT0350. But I suppose, like most people, I really started out with a SAK. I just don't count the SAK since I never really used it for anything. It wouldn't be for another 15 years or so that I would get into knives as a hobby.
 
A cheep Buck 110 rip off. It was the early 80's. I lost it a long time ago, really wish i still had it.
 
A knockoff Delica. Fully serrated with thumb studs and a built in FRN clip. My grandpa bought it from a neighbor for $5. I still have it in a bag somewhere around. That thing has cut everything from bailing wire to Drywall.
 
My First Knife Made Me The Happiest Little Girl In Ohio.

I Was Around 6 Or 7 Years Old And I Always Saved Change And Sometimes Dollar Bills I Found In The House, Mostly In The Basement Around And In The Washing Machine And Dryer. I Also Got An Allowance At The Time Of Like $2 Every Week. It Wasn't A Lot, But In My Little Girl Mind, I Could Buy The World With That Money. I Always Saved It. That's How I Bought Most Of My Action Figures And Other Toys. Those Action Figures And Toys Soon Turned Into A Huge Pokemon Card Collection, And A Skateboarding Addiction... Anyways.....

I Had Saved I Think Like $10 Or So, And That Was A LOT To Me Lol. I Was Just A Little Girl, And If My Money Could Actually Pay For Something, Then I Had Saved A Fortune.

I Was At The Gas Station(Marathon) With My Mom One Day And I Had Always Thought Pocket Knives Were Cool, I Hung Out With Boys Who Always Talked About When They Would Get Their First Pocket Knife(I Was The First Of Us To Actually Have One), And My Daddy(My Hero At The Time) Always Had A Knife Of Some Sort. I Wanted My Own.

Well There Was This Little Display Of These Plastic China Made Cheapies. They Had A Large Blade, I Believe A Small Blade, And A Corkscrew. It Was Red Plastic, But I Was In Love With It. It Was Small, A Nice Color, And Over All, It Was An Awesome Little Pocket Knife. It Fit My Little Hands Perfectly And I Just HAD To Have It. I Remember Going Up To My Mom And Tugging On Her Shirt, Looking Up At Her With My Little Eager Blue/Grey/Green Eyes. I Asked Her If I Could Please Have It And I Would Pay For It If She Got It For Me. She Thought For A Moment, And Smiled And Said Yes. I Excitedly Dug In My Pockets And Got Out The $5 In Change And Handed It To Her Eagerly. When We Got Up To The Counter She Grabbed One And Put It On The Counter, The Guy Rung It Up And She Paid For It. She Picked It Up And Held It For A Moment. I Was Nearly Jumping Up And Down At This Point Wanting It In My Hands. She Handed It To Me, And Told Me As Long As I Was Careful With It That I Could Keep It. I Was Confused Because I Had Paid For It, Not Her, But I Said Okay And Grabbed It Eagerly.

I Used That Knife For EVERYTHING And Carried It EVERYWHERE. It Was MY Knife And I Loved It. I Carved Wood, Cut Open Packages, Cut Off A Barbie Doll Head, And The Thing Was Always In My Pocket. I Eventually Lost It In The House And Cried Looking Up And Down For That Knife.

Mom Later Found It And Gave It To Me And I Was So Enthralled That It Wasn't Gone Forever.

Since Then It Was Lost In A Move When I Was Younger, And Of Course I've Moved Onto Much Better Knives, But I'll Never Forget That Little Pocket Knife. Pretty Sure My Dad Went And Got A Matching One At One Point So We Would Have The Same Knife, And That Made It All The More Special. A Lot Of People Thought A Little Girl Shouldn't Have A Knife, But My Parents Were Okay With It Because I Was Good With It.

Anyways, That Was My First Knife, And I Remember How It Made Me Feel When I Got It. That Feeling Was Duplicated When I Got My First "Real" Knife, A Kershaw Nerve When I Was 19.

I Had Other Pocket Knives But The Nerve Was My First "Real" Name Brand Quality Knife. Up Until Then, I Had Carried A Rainbow Ridge Runner, And Another China Pocket Knife.

But I'll Never Forget That Little Red Knife From The Gas Station.
 
BladeChick777 said:
My First Knife Made Me The Happiest Little Girl In Ohio.

I Was Around 6 Or 7 Years Old And I Always Saved Change And Sometimes Dollar Bills I Found In The House, Mostly In The Basement Around And In The Washing Machine And Dryer. I Also Got An Allowance At The Time Of Like $2 Every Week. It Wasn't A Lot, But In My Little Girl Mind, I Could Buy The World With That Money. I Always Saved It. That's How I Bought Most Of My Action Figures And Other Toys. Those Action Figures And Toys Soon Turned Into A Huge Pokemon Card Collection, And A Skateboarding Addiction... Anyways.....

I Had Saved I Think Like $10 Or So, And That Was A LOT To Me Lol. I Was Just A Little Girl, And If My Money Could Actually Pay For Something, Then I Had Saved A Fortune.

I Was At The Gas Station(Marathon) With My Mom One Day And I Had Always Thought Pocket Knives Were Cool, I Hung Out With Boys Who Always Talked About When They Would Get Their First Pocket Knife(I Was The First Of Us To Actually Have One), And My Daddy(My Hero At The Time) Always Had A Knife Of Some Sort. I Wanted My Own.

Well There Was This Little Display Of These Plastic China Made Cheapies. They Had A Large Blade, I Believe A Small Blade, And A Corkscrew. It Was Red Plastic, But I Was In Love With It. It Was Small, A Nice Color, And Over All, It Was An Awesome Little Pocket Knife. It Fit My Little Hands Perfectly And I Just HAD To Have It. I Remember Going Up To My Mom And Tugging On Her Shirt, Looking Up At Her With My Little Eager Blue/Grey/Green Eyes. I Asked Her If I Could Please Have It And I Would Pay For It If She Got It For Me. She Thought For A Moment, And Smiled And Said Yes. I Excitedly Dug In My Pockets And Got Out The $5 In Change And Handed It To Her Eagerly. When We Got Up To The Counter She Grabbed One And Put It On The Counter, The Guy Rung It Up And She Paid For It. She Picked It Up And Held It For A Moment. I Was Nearly Jumping Up And Down At This Point Wanting It In My Hands. She Handed It To Me, And Told Me As Long As I Was Careful With It That I Could Keep It. I Was Confused Because I Had Paid For It, Not Her, But I Said Okay And Grabbed It Eagerly.

I Used That Knife For EVERYTHING And Carried It EVERYWHERE. It Was MY Knife And I Loved It. I Carved Wood, Cut Open Packages, Cut Off A Barbie Doll Head, And The Thing Was Always In My Pocket. I Eventually Lost It In The House And Cried Looking Up And Down For That Knife.

Mom Later Found It And Gave It To Me And I Was So Enthralled That It Wasn't Gone Forever.

Since Then It Was Lost In A Move When I Was Younger, And Of Course I've Moved Onto Much Better Knives, But I'll Never Forget That Little Pocket Knife. Pretty Sure My Dad Went And Got A Matching One At One Point So We Would Have The Same Knife, And That Made It All The More Special. A Lot Of People Thought A Little Girl Shouldn't Have A Knife, But My Parents Were Okay With It Because I Was Good With It.

Anyways, That Was My First Knife, And I Remember How It Made Me Feel When I Got It. That Feeling Was Duplicated When I Got My First "Real" Knife, A Kershaw Nerve When I Was 19.

I Had Other Pocket Knives But The Nerve Was My First "Real" Name Brand Quality Knife. Up Until Then, I Had Carried A Rainbow Ridge Runner, And Another China Pocket Knife.

But I'll Never Forget That Little Red Knife From The Gas Station.
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Good story! :thumbup:

This is my first knife (stock photo)
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And oh how I loved it :D

I was in college when I first got it. I received the package and then put it in my pocket since I had to go to class. Got to the physics hall a bit early, so I went to an empty classroom to play with it. I opened it and found that I didn't know how to close it. I sat there for a few minutes trying to figure out which way to tug the liner. Ended up being late to class. And that was the beginning to a downward spiral to addiction.

About 2 yrs ago, I gave it away to this guy from California (super liberal big govt type, all guns are bad and all knives are bad) and just told him to hold on to it in case he needed it (he was going through firefighter school).

Later on, he told me he uses it 3-4 times a day, feels naked without it and is considering buying a benchmade. :D


Still have a huge scar on my finger from when I wasn't paying attention while using it. Lots of memories tied to that knife, wish I still had it, but I imagine it is still out there producing converts.
 
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Mine was what alot of peoples probablly was. A Buck 110 Made in usa OFC.
I got it because i remember having interest in knives and not having much money and when i searched for "The best knife for 30$" on google the buck 110 was recommended almost everywhere.

I still have it to this day and it still holds a great edge and locks up great
 
Buck 118 received as a teenager around 30 something yrs ago when I started hunting.Never could put a good edge on it also had others try,they did ok.Its out to the factory now for proper treatment.May have to let it retire when returned to pass on someday.
 
Yup. No-name keychain "knife" from Cumberland farms when they used to sell novelty stuff. Im gonna guess and say i was somewhere from 5-7 years old. I would walk around with it and cut dandelions off. I didn't know what i was doing. :) But i loved it. Unfortunately, it wasnt needed for me at the time, so it didnt get carried or used TOO much.
My first "real" knife was a Kershaw OD-2 i believe. Im a noob to good brand knives, but i always looked for quality in stuff like Winchester knives. Once in a while, I'd end up with something decent, but rarely. I've carried a knife every day now for about 4-5 years. Im catchin on. :D
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