A story of a boy and one of his knives
Buck knives is something special indeed. I’ve been into knives for as long as I can remember, one of my earliest memories being cutting myself.
I grew in a small town in rather rural environment way before the internet shopping so all we knew in the folding knife department were crappy “gas station” knives. But hey- I was happy if I got one of those too, though they did not last long.
Then one of the hunting stores stocked a copycat of the 110. I didn’t know anything about the original one, but I fell in love with the design. The copy wasn’t as good quality as the Buck but was better than all folders I’ve seen. A friend of mine got one as a gift so naturally I wanted one, a lot. But by the time I got the cash it was sold out. Later they stocked a bit lesser copy but it was all that was accessible to me so I got it. I was proud of it, used it but also babied it.
One day I found it with green stuff on the blade – turned out my sister (I was 12-13 at the time, she is 2 year younger) has been using it to cut leaves in the yard while playing pretend cooking. I was furious and made a big fuzz about it. A bit later my knife disappeared. Sister said she knew nothing about it and I kind of believed her. I was most suspicious about my paternal grandmother – she was against me carrying knives and we didn’t actually have great relationship. But she insisted she had nothing to do with it either. I was relentless, turning everything in the house several times over the coarse of several weeks, questioning everybody over and over again.
Time passed, the knife was nowhere to be found, life went on. About an year later, after moving one of those enormous old TV’s the knife appeared from behind it. And then it hit me – I hid it so my sister wouldn’t use it when I was not carrying and forgot about it. I was so happy I hot it back that I started carrying it absolutely everywhere. And that, sadly, included the outhouse on my grandparents place. It felt in the hole, never to be seen again. Years later I got on the knife forums, found out about Buck knives and instantly fell in love. First got a 112, then a 110 and several more after. Now I do leatherwork for a living and specialize in folding knife sheaths. Life has interesting ways.
Davis
