Forlorn hope - lost Stock in Vancouver.
Posted: Thu Dec 20, 2018 5:19 am
Way back in the early Eighties, I lived on Moss Street in Vancouver B.C. I did something dumb that has haunted me ever since.
When we were moving out of that house, which had three rented rooms in the basement, I lost my knife. I’m pretty sure that I handed it to a guy named Al to cut down a box. We never went back and I never saw the knife again. I did see Al a few times over the years, most recently maybe a couple of years ago. He doesn’t remember it. Al had a pretty harsh life, on the streets and having substance issues. He in no way resembles the chubby and healthy 18 year old I still have a pic of.
My hope is that the knife may still be floating around Vancouver. I know, very slight chance, but most people who are down wouldn’t throw away something they can still use.
The knife is a three blade, clip, sheepsfoot and a very small and narrow pen blade. The handles are bark bone. One side is missing the scale and it was replaced with a strip of reddish brown suede, glued on. It has a shield, brass, I think. I’m pretty sure ‘Premium Stock’ was on it and I sort of think it was on the tang rather than the blade. I think it said ‘Sheffield’ too.
The thing is, that was Dad’s knife and I’d had it since I was a kid. I carried it everywhere. I really loved it. When I was very young, I would ask to take it out and use it to carve and ‘camp’ in the backyard. When my parents had a property in Surrey that they were clearing, I spent weeks hacking a one poor sapling until I finally cut it down. I couldn’t have been more than seven. Dad finally stopped asking for it back and it seldom left my pocket.
It looked kind of like this.
except three blades. I guess it was about 2 1/2”-3”.
Pretty slim hope, I know. My hope is that it’s sitting in a pile of old junkers somewhere. I do check all the local swaps. Of course it likely fell down a sewer in 1991! Ya just never know, though, so can you all kindly keep an eye out if you’re anywhere near?
Thanks!
When we were moving out of that house, which had three rented rooms in the basement, I lost my knife. I’m pretty sure that I handed it to a guy named Al to cut down a box. We never went back and I never saw the knife again. I did see Al a few times over the years, most recently maybe a couple of years ago. He doesn’t remember it. Al had a pretty harsh life, on the streets and having substance issues. He in no way resembles the chubby and healthy 18 year old I still have a pic of.
My hope is that the knife may still be floating around Vancouver. I know, very slight chance, but most people who are down wouldn’t throw away something they can still use.
The knife is a three blade, clip, sheepsfoot and a very small and narrow pen blade. The handles are bark bone. One side is missing the scale and it was replaced with a strip of reddish brown suede, glued on. It has a shield, brass, I think. I’m pretty sure ‘Premium Stock’ was on it and I sort of think it was on the tang rather than the blade. I think it said ‘Sheffield’ too.
The thing is, that was Dad’s knife and I’d had it since I was a kid. I carried it everywhere. I really loved it. When I was very young, I would ask to take it out and use it to carve and ‘camp’ in the backyard. When my parents had a property in Surrey that they were clearing, I spent weeks hacking a one poor sapling until I finally cut it down. I couldn’t have been more than seven. Dad finally stopped asking for it back and it seldom left my pocket.
It looked kind of like this.
Pretty slim hope, I know. My hope is that it’s sitting in a pile of old junkers somewhere. I do check all the local swaps. Of course it likely fell down a sewer in 1991! Ya just never know, though, so can you all kindly keep an eye out if you’re anywhere near?
Thanks!
Praying that some day soon you'll be posting that knife here ---> 
Losing something special is hard!! Good Luck..