All About Pocket Knives

Years ago I purchased a Western model w244 small three blade pocket knife which I carried for 5 years until I lost it.
This little knife was perfect for many tasks, including getting out slivers with its tiny pointed blade.
Loved the wood scales and it just felt good in my pocket.
Well upon loosing this knife I set off searching every where I had been inside and out side, but with no luck.
I even got out my metal detector to search the back yard.
Then a few years went by and I was another knife just like mine online EBay .. so I purchased it and than four more.
Now it’s been 15 years and l decided to do some crafts and to my surprise my lost knife was inside a small box of paints and brushes, I’ve never been so happy to have found my friend.

What was your Lost and Found Story ?

Before I finished reading your post, I somehow already knew the ending!
Glad you found your long lost Western.
Treefarmer

Happy to hear you found your friend. It is funny how it
just sat there for years waiting for you.

Bob

rea1eye wrote: ↑Wed Sep 04, 2024 6:45 pm Happy to hear you found your friend. It is funny how it
just sat there for years waiting for you.

Bob

I bet the family reunion with the 5 that has been acquired was one for the record books Bob!

Around 10 years ago on campus move out day I found a real nice office chair out by a dumpster. Its heavy duty. I've sat in it nearly every day since. It's my gaming chair.

Fast forward to about 6 months ago. I restored an old timer 1080T Mighty Might. I think that's what its called anyways....I really liked the little thing. Carrying it for a few days, deciding to keep it or rehome it and I lost it. Searched for hours one day. For days in a week. Forever it seemed like. No dice.

Then one day, divine inspiration told me to search my gaming chair. Down next to the cushion in a little hole in the lining I felt around and found it!....wait no. Not the old timer. It was an SOG Micron II, a different tiny knife! Not even mine, but I had sat on it for ten years and didn't know it.

Great stories, Camillus and TWKG!

It was about 1972 I was squirrel hunting on our property and sat down on the top of our hill to wait for a bushy tail to show himself. Here,right beside me was a Case two blade folder stuck in the dirt. I took it home and cleaned it up. That knife stayed with me for about 5-6 years and disappeared. I had other Case folders since but still miss that old knife.

2 bladed?? What pattern .. was it a trapper or jack? Bone or stag..delrin?

Sure way to find something - go buy a duplicate. Then original will turn up for sure. When I was in elementary school, near end of school, we had to turn in workbooks with lessons copied all year. Couldn't find mine anywhere. Bought a new workbook, spent hours and days filling in old lessons, then I found the old workbook under magazines on the coffee table. I turned in the new one, it was cleaner.

My grandfathers knife that nearly cost me a finger when l was 8 years old & my 1st knife when l was ten.
Kept mine in a drawer of a small table in my room at my grandfathers house. Went in the Navy in 1964, my grandfather died in 65 and when l returned in 67, the house had been sold and my belongings were MIA. Fast forward to 1987 and l am cleaning out my mothers apartment after her passing and discover my old table with the knife still in the drawer! Along with it is my grandfathers pocket knife! They are now both well marked and will be passed on to my son when l depart.

Here's a story from over 6 years ago, I still have this knife.

Just happened 9/04 at 11 o’clock pm I lost my case large stockman early august searched hi and low but thinking I laid it down at work somewhere and finally replaced it with a new yellow handle stockman just like my old one. Tonight cleaning the floor of my truck so I could give a ride to a friend I also flipped the towel on my passenger seat that I usually kept my dirty work bag on to the clean side. just 2 weeks retired but the towel was still there and after flipping it guess what’s sitting on my seat. And looked through my truck 3 times,but never looked under the towel because my large bag was still sitting on it.BUT I GOT MY BUDDY BACK.I’ve been carrying that knife about 7 or 8 years reached for it and it was gone.

I've shared this tale several years ago concerning lost and found.
Hunting on a farm on the other side of the county, I killed a deer and field dressed him with my handy Schrade 881 stockman. I had to drag the deer some distance to a point where I could drive my truck. I was wearing camo coveralls over my jeans and put my knife in the coverall pocket, not remembering there was a hole in the pocket.
When I got home, I realized my knife was gone. The next day or so I went back and retraced my path from the gut pile to the fence where the deer was loaded in the truck, no knife.
Fast forward one year, the woods on the farm had been logged and walking along a skidder trail there was my sun bleached 881, a bit rusty but where it came out of my pocket.
Cleaned up and retired, it reminds me of some wonderful hunts back in the early 1980s. Treefarmer

Some GREAT 'lost & found' stories. In relation to lost knives, back in March of 2020 (listed in the poems and stories thread), I wrote a poem about a story Colonol26 had posted about loosing one of his knives. In honor of him finding his knife after 5 years, this is the result. I hope it's appropriate to revive it here in this thread.

Congrats on all those prodigal knives being found.


WHERE DID I GO?

I slid out of his pocket as he moved about on the seat
He didn’t have a clue as I accomplished my feat
I was part of his life, because he used me each day
I would miss my companion, for here now I lay

Tucked under the seat and finally hitting the floor
Maybe I’ll fall out, as he opens the door
But alas, it’s not so, he doesn’t know I’ve been lost
He’ll fret and he’ll worry, great emotional cost

For I was a gift from his loving wife
Presented to him for his love of the knife
We were close and compatible, his EDC
I loved the feel of his hand, and he loved me

I can only imagine how he looked to and fro
Constantly wondering, “Where the heck did you go?”
I wish I could tell him, he’d be in great luck
If only he’d return and look inside the truck

But it wasn’t to be as time went on
Giving up hope, considering me gone
So I just laid around, my destiny was so
Year after year, where else could I go?

And then one day, after five years free
The father of my owner happened to see
Laying motionless right there on the floor
In that old truck, as he opened the door

Well, there you are, you old son of a gun
There’ll be smiles today, as I tell my son
He’ll be happy to see you, very pleased as well
And if you could talk, what story you’d tell

After all these years of being out of sight
I’m no longer in darkness, into the light
My master and owner, he’ll be sure to see
That I once again, become his EDC

There have been others, lost just like me
Some will be found, others never to see
Some are brand new and others are old
Some got new owners and others are sold

Some are tainted, soiled and abused
Not taken care of and terribly used
Some are still shiny, sparkly and new
Some are still mint, but those are few

Many of us lost to the wilds unknown
Buried beneath the weeds overgrown
While hunting and camping, we’re stuck in a tree
Forgotten and lost, in a sheath we should be

Many of us live in a toolbox for life
And soon do not look like a usable knife
All rusted and broken, blades tarnished and worn
No longer pretty, like from the factory when born

But many owners take great personal pride
Putting us in pockets or strapped to their side
They show us off with pride and joy
“Look what I’ve got, a brand new toy!”

So if we’re lost, we may come back one day
Or maybe we won’t, who is to say?
We may end up with somebody new
Or we might just end up back with you

Whatever the destiny may be as a knife
Five, Ten, Twenty or 100 years of our life
May our fortune be to assist you each day
In whatever endeavors may come your way

And if you ever lose us, please try to find
Our whereabouts if you truly don’t mind
For being with you is part of your life
Returning to you, your prodigal knife

Awesome poem, LJ.

Thanks, John...appreciate the comment.

Fortunate enough to have lost only one knife in my lifetime which was replaced due to Schrade's loss policy of the early 1980's. I still have the replacement LB7. I sat it on the ground after gutting a deer and went back several hours after dragging out the deer and couldn't find it. Found the gut pile but no knife. Chalked it up to the deer gods taking it for their collection!

EThARRYVjana5488LP wrote: ↑Thu Sep 05, 2024 5:39 am 2 bladed?? What pattern .. was it a trapper or jack? Bone or stag..delrin?

Sorry for the delay in response! It was a two blade Hunter type with the reddish wood scales and dimples. A common one I think. I see them a lot. The blades seemed very hard, in fact I broke the tip off the main blade but I was dumb and stabbed a big flathead catfish in the top of the head trying to kill it. I was only about 13 years old.

Great stories about lost and found knives that we cherish.
Love to hear about them.

Camillus

When we throw away furniture. I completely take it apart in the driveway. I go full sawzall on it.

It is amazing to me what falls out.

Upholstery and stuffing go into trash. Wood gets burned. Metal gets scrapped.

eveled wrote: ↑Wed Oct 02, 2024 10:08 am When we throw away furniture. I completely take it apart in the driveway. I go full sawzall on it.

It is amazing to me what falls out.

Upholstery and stuffing go into trash. Wood gets burned. Metal gets scrapped.

I did exactly this looking for the 1080t i mentioned in my story above!

I was sure it was in there. I practiced throwing knives and axes at the cushions first, then pretty much what you did. Full analog for me though, just a splitting maul and a camp axe. No mighty might though

Looking at this photo i posted in another thread I realized it's relevant here. The opinel in the background....this photo is its last known whereabouts

If any one has seen an opinel #6 carbon with laguiole style handle and aftermarket jimping on the blade...