As the post says - my first knife.
I was chatting with MOT about this and that and HillBill's postings on classic knives spured a discussion on knives. I recalled my first knife so I did a quick google search to find a picture. It's long since gone, but I recalled it with such affection.
Hey presto. Picture found. But what's this, its listed as still for sale? So I bought it
I was a ten or eleven year old with a desire to own a knife. So while on holiday looking round a Chandlers shop on a harbour I looked longingly in a glass case of knives.
Mum said no, but dad said yes
It was my pride and joy for a while and was used for killing and destroying most plants, bits of wood, etc in the garden.
Well here it is. I'm not sure I ever felt like Rambo, but the needles and thread in the hollow handle made me feel like I could be.
Looking at it now. Well, how I never lost fingers I have no idea. This is the exact same knife and even looks like its old stock, so is probably not that much younger than my one. The blade grind is shocking. The zero tang depth (the blades just bolted to the bottom of the hollow handle) worries me no end. The kit in its shockingly poor, and the vinyl sheath is nasty. The sharpening stone is very course and small. But oh, how I loved it. It's a nostalgia trip and I would in no way use this knife now. But as a blast from the past its wonderful to see it again.
Any comments would be welcome, or better yet. Google your first knife and share a pic. Did I just have bad taste as a youngster or have we all had a desire to be Rambo
I was chatting with MOT about this and that and HillBill's postings on classic knives spured a discussion on knives. I recalled my first knife so I did a quick google search to find a picture. It's long since gone, but I recalled it with such affection.
Hey presto. Picture found. But what's this, its listed as still for sale? So I bought it
I was a ten or eleven year old with a desire to own a knife. So while on holiday looking round a Chandlers shop on a harbour I looked longingly in a glass case of knives.
Mum said no, but dad said yes
It was my pride and joy for a while and was used for killing and destroying most plants, bits of wood, etc in the garden.
Well here it is. I'm not sure I ever felt like Rambo, but the needles and thread in the hollow handle made me feel like I could be.
Looking at it now. Well, how I never lost fingers I have no idea. This is the exact same knife and even looks like its old stock, so is probably not that much younger than my one. The blade grind is shocking. The zero tang depth (the blades just bolted to the bottom of the hollow handle) worries me no end. The kit in its shockingly poor, and the vinyl sheath is nasty. The sharpening stone is very course and small. But oh, how I loved it. It's a nostalgia trip and I would in no way use this knife now. But as a blast from the past its wonderful to see it again.
Any comments would be welcome, or better yet. Google your first knife and share a pic. Did I just have bad taste as a youngster or have we all had a desire to be Rambo