This is where I get burned at the stake for being a heretic or stoned (and not in a good way

) for the following sacrilegious commentary:
My knife use is minimal at best, and usually confined to food prep or triggers for traps, and I can think of other stuff I'd be far more concerned about losing which include but are not limited to limbs or any other appendage, my boots, the clothes I am wearing and...
I have to say that if I was safe in the knowledge that by walking a mile I can be reunited with my pack, shelter and sleeping equipment, I'd feel pretty darn smug about that, despite my bruised pride.
I'd also be trying to work out two things:
1. how 'they' managed to so easily take what was mine given my size, shape and two black belts
2. where 'they' might happen to have gone to ground so I could return the favour tenfold (thus resupplying myself in the process)
Best way to replace the knife is to go and get it back - I imagine a fencepost, young tree or traffic sign would be uprooted en route, just to lend a little weight to my persuasive argument for the full and safe return of any and all personal effects.
Since the offending individuals made the fundamental error of ignoring my one golden rule in life (otherwise know as "don’t p**s me off") I'd have absolutely no problem in finding them, getting the sneak on them, and making sure they all adhered very closely to rule number 1 from then on in.