[kannonfyre]

Anyone here ever lose a knife which had either significant monetary or emotional value?

A few nights ago, I was at a cafe after returning from an island hopping trip when my SOG Flash II fell out of my pocket. I only discovered the loss when I got home and even though the knife didn't cost much I had grown attached to it and felt some sense of loss. :(

Anyone here have any similar experiences to share?

[scottgun]

Yes, I know the feeling. In another thread I mentioned that I bought a new Emerson Mini Commander, but still have my Buck Odyssey as an every day knife. I had the Buck for around 8 years, even though is was very well used, point broken off and resharpened, it was smooth and loose, and I carried it ALL the time. Well the Buck must have known that it was no longer my #1 knife. Last weekend during a camping/hiking/fishing trip in the mountains, it was lost. I had it on the hike up to the high mountain lake (1st mistake) and after getting caught in a storm, changed into dry clothes and tossed everything into my pack. I think that is that last time I saw it. The next couple days I checked in my pack, my jeep, my pants, hoping it would show up somewhere. It was no where to be found. .:mad:

I have a bunch of those ulta cheap tactical folders that you see advertised on TV infomercials, I'll usually take one of those with me camping, if I loose or break one of those it's no big deal. Losing the Buck stinks, but I am ordering a replacement so that I have a mid grade knife to carry, just not on long hikes in the wilderness.

Losing stuff stinks, its easy to get attached to your favorite knife, but it's only an obect and can be replaced.

[Sisco]

About 22 years ago my wife bought me a little S&W folder and had it engraved for our first anniversary.
After a camping trip I couldn't find it and was really bummed. A couple of days went by and we went to the laundromat (sure glad we aren't that broke anymore!) to do the weeks wash.
We were done and in the car getting ready to leave when for some unknown reason I felt a need to make sure we hadn't left anything behind. Checked one of the washers we had used and there was my knife lying in the bottom of it.
Apparently I had left it in the pocket of a pair of shorts I had worn while camping. Carried it for a while longer then put it away for sentimental reasons.

[Bruz]

I feel for your loss...

I was at a cafe

Did you go back and check in between the seat "crack"? (If it was a booth).

[ACP230]

I was home from college for Thanksgiving break many years ago. I got up early to go deer hunting and was dressed in my hunting clothes and in my '63 Buick ready to go.

One problem, the beast wouldn't start. Exited the driver's seat and fiddled under the hood. Fiddling didn't work so I cleaned the battery terminals with my pocket knife. Nada, nada, nada, so I took out the battery and hauled down into the basement. I remember cleaning the terminal posts again there and thought I did it with my knife. Later the knife was just gone.

The knife was old with black wooden grips and the second blade broken off. I used that blade as a crude screwdriver. The blades were carbon steel and bore the marks of lots of sharpening. I had used it to cut fishing line and sticks to hang fish on in Michigan's UP, and carried it as a "just in case," there and on an island in the South Pacific. It was less of a knife than it had been, and much less of a knife than the Buck I replaced it with. It had been my grandfather's every day pocket knife though, and it still bothers me that I lost it.

[Sir Galahad]

You have to "train" the nerve endings where you carry your knives (knife) to "feel" the knives there aganst you. Sounds weird, but it can be done. You teach your body to know what it "fels" like for the nives to be out of pocket and what it "feels" like for them to be there. You teach it that the feeling of it there equates to security. Further, you should always do the "sweep" every so often. Finger touches pocket clip in a sweep along your leg. You also check for wallet and keys in this motion, Gris-Gris or Medicine Bag also for those inclined. You also should, from time to time, double check the spring tension of the pocket clip to ensure it stays tight. If it does not, add some electrical tape to the clip and this will increase the thickness of the clip and, ergo, its holding-on ability. In some cases, you might be in intimate circumstances where someone else removes your trousers. That's fine. Just don't go getting goo-goo eyed so much when getting dressed that you don't do the "knives-wallet-keys-GrisGris Bag" check when putting your pants back on. While removing your trousers, furthermore, said intimate partner should not remove said knves from pockets of your pants. This is not the time for knifeplay and very painful accidents could happen if, say, said imtimate partner did a fast-action opening move with ur knife and, say, you were not wearing underwear and, ahem, some appendage of yours in that vicinity got in the way of the blade. Be sure you let said intimate partner know that there are just some things one does not touch during this criticial embarcation into the journey of bliss. While one may be tempted nto some erotic shaving ventures, use a razor and parctice safe sex.

[Quartus]

Got to the airport, in a hurry of course, and no checked baggage. Did one last pat down of myself before the X-ray and metal detector, and, uh-oh. My nice new CKRT, riding in its accustomed place in my back pocket.


:(



Lost a K-bar once, too. Original WWII Navy issue - bought it in the cosmoline. Missed it, and couldn't put my finger on WHERE. Hmm. Here's the sheath, but no knife.

"Found" it years later when a good friend showed it off to me. Yes, he's still a good friend. I didn't assume he stole it. Instead I admired it and kept my mouth shut. Talked to another friend later and pieced the story together. I let it wander once when we were all together on a shooting trip (So Cal desert, near Barstow). Jim found it when cleaning up and mistook it for his. (He had one just like it.) Time and dimming memory got the origin of his TWO K-Bars foggy in his mind. But I remember the divot in the blade caused by my foolishness. (Loaned it to a kid who had commando on the brain.)

Jim's still got it. I'd rather lose a knife than accuse a good friend. Especially when I know he's not guilty.

[Sven]

Sorry about that. Let it be a reminding factor to find a better clipping/retention system.

Left my Benchmade Mini-Griptillan at my buddies house a few times. He told me that if I did so once more, it would be his. It's been with me since. ;)

[CWL]

Lost an Ed Chavar neck knife. Had worn it in Cambodia, Myanmar, Laos and Thailand.

Lost it somewhere on a beach in CA of all places, got back to car with just the sheath. Hope nobody stepped on it.

[5ptdeerhunter]

I lost a knife my dad gave me. It was a gerber boot knife. I loved that thing. It fit so good in my hand and had a good edge. It was the knife my dad used to carry when he was a hitch hiker when he was younger. I took it up north and I thought I put in in my bag when I went to sleep. I awoke the next morning and it was gone. I swear someone stole it from me. I just don't know about some of my cousins.

[Quartus]

I just don't know about some of my cousins.

Some of us choose our friends more carefully than our family! :D

[Sir Galahad]

Some of us here know lots about our female cousins. In fact, uh, never mind...

[IRONFIST]

I had a handmade "Green River"-styled meat knife that was two days older than Kerosene. Super high carbon steel blade, whittled Ironwood handle. My mother remembered her Grandfather cutting pork chops with it and it was old then. I recieved it from her, kept it oiled and in storage. I broke it out to use last year and it cut like Lukes lightsaber. I left the knife next to the sink after using it and the blade got wet. The next day it had developed a patina of rust. My wife doesnt know adam about knives and didnt know that there was history attached to it. She just saw an old rusty knife that her dumb husband had found somewhere. She threw it out in the trash. The next day when I went to clean the knife she told me that she had gotten rid of "that grody old thing". I frantically searched the apartment dumpster but it was gone. I was mad at her for awhile, but I am over it now. I also once lost a custom knuckleduster that I had built up from nothing and had carried for years. It had spikes, small blades and covered my entire fist. I never hit anyone with it because I would have been incarcerated UNDER the jail, but it looked freaking awesome. I was able to put my hand thru a car windshield when I had it on. I really loved that hunk of steel and I stupidly left it under the seat of a car I donated to a charity. I really regret losing it and dont think that I can ever replicate it. So, there are both my loss stories and I hope I dont ever have any more.


Michael in Sandy, Or

[Joe Demko]

I had an AG Russell Sting with coral Rucarta handles cnfiscated by Philadelphia airport security back in '96. I had honestly forgotten it was in my carry-on 'til it tripped the metal detector. I have no doubt whatsoever it went home with some over-fed aeroninja that very day.
I had a Bali-Song Inc. (they went bankrupt and re-organized as Benchmade) butterfly disappear on me about a million years ago when I was an undergrad. Still don't know what happened to it. It was a $200 knife,even then. Stolen? Lost?
One of my "friends" also helped himself to one of my folders. It was an AG Russell Arkansas Toothpick w/ ivory Rucarta handles. I was away for several weeks and a friend of mine was supposed to take care of my plants and so on for me. He did a good job. Too bad his scumbag little brother copied the key I lent him and was using my place to shoot up his steroids. He helped himself to that knife, an electronic loading scale, and some other smallish items that he thought I wouldn't miss right away. I believe I'll have to take his testicles and some other smallish items of his as recompense. Next time, I'll just let the plants and fish die.

[Tamara]

I was visiting Oleg & runt_ out Nashville way sometime last year, and (as can happen whe one gets to runnin' one's mouth with friends) it got way late. As usual, they were kind enough to offer to let me rack out on the sofa. Since I hadn't really planned on spending the night, it was one of those 'pull off the boots and lay down' kind of situations.

Next day, after blearily saying my good-byes, I'm motoring towards Knoxville and stop for gas. I go to pay, reach into my left pocket for some buckage, and... omigawd!... where's my frickin' Sebenza?!? My knife is an older Sebenza; so old it doesn't have a pocket clip. It must have fallen out when I got out at the pumps. Nope, not there. Maybe it's down between the seat and the doorsill of my car. Nope. Okay... Okay... Calm... Suck it up... I get in the car and drive home.

I PM runt_ and casually... okay, frantically mention the missing knife and, bless her, guess what she almost immediately finds behind the sofa cushions? And, double bless her, guess what she overnights to me?

So, like I said, my story had a happy ending. :cool:

[Quartus]

Golgo, you've lost TWO AG Russells?


:mad:


3 strikes and yer out, buddy. Lose another one and you have to give me the rest of your collection!




:D

[dustind]

I had written a long, boring life story, but I will just say I have lost four Swiss army knives, and I have broken two knives. One broke due to abuse when I was young and did not know better. I used a crescent wrench multi tool as a hammer to break up ice in a fort. I also broke a razor knife after many years of heavy use and blade swaps. Never lost a two for 99 cent plastic utility knife though. :banghead:

I still have the two broken knives, and my first knife my mom gave me, it is even within arms reach. I wish I could find the Swiss army knives for sentimental reasons, I have scared off bullies with them and used them for all sorts of things. I just bought a balisong,(butterfly knife) I recomend you guys try one some time if you have not. I hope I can keep from loosing it.

[JShirley]

Not a knife, but I had a beautiful pair of Gargoyles sunglasses I bought when I was 23. 135$, by far the most I had ever paid for a pair.

I ran into a store to get something, and they evidently fell out of my pocket along the way. I'd worn them once. :(

I lost my much-loved Spyderco Native II when I was down visiting Byron lafter Basic Training. Sadly mentioned it to George Hill...who sent me a nice Mini-AFCK, which I gladly used. A few months later, Byron casually mentioned that now he had TWO Spyderco Natives, and I did I want mine back? :) Seems it had slipped out in his car. I told him to hang onto it, so it would be with my civie carry stuff.

John
Good friends "rule"!

[goon]

I lost a little cheap pocket knife when I was a kid and I still miss it.:(

[Byron Quick]

I've lost not one but two of the Puma sgean dhu type boot knifes. One back in the early seventies and one back around 1990. I lost both of the knives within days of purchasing them and both of them should have been lost in an area where a search would turn them up. On the second one...all the furniture that was in my living room at the time is completely disassembled when replaced.

I feel like I'm jinxed with those knives.

Loaned a Gerber Guardian to a friend who has a much lower income than mine years ago. He lost it within twent-four hours. Didn't replace it.

That Christmas my Christmas present from him was double edged stilletto made in Pakistan. Blade is so hard you can't sharpen it even if the blade geometry allowed you to do so. Guy told me that this POS replaced my Gerber Guardian.


I still have it. If he ever wants to borrow a knife, guess what?:D

[Bowlcut]

I lost my favorite spyderco rescue, the old style with the molded clip. loved that knife. one day while working on the car at a friends house we had to go up and down the road many times to the machine shop. somewhere getting in and out so many times it somehow came out of the pocket. oh well time to replace it, like 5 years later now :D

[Don Gwinn]

I almost had a tragic story to tell. A good friend recently gave me a Native III, and I carry it everywhere. Last night at work they were unloading truck pallets in our department, and I bumped into one several times. I didn't really think much of it; happens all the time. However, once I bumped into the stack of cardboard boxes and I hadn't taken more than a few steps before my pocket felt "wrong." I checked, and sure enough, my Native was gone. So went back and searched the floor all around the area very carefully, but it wasn't there.

Anybody guess where I found it? :)

[Dr.Rob]

I have lost several swiss army knives and sometimes they are hard to replace.

I mean was it a hunter model or an alpineglen? Next thing you know you are at the knife shop looking and looking.

I once had a Tekna diver's knife and a really cool tekna flashlight. By brther borrow my flashlight to do some chore or other and we broke camp the next morning, the Tekna light got left hanging on a tree. :cuss: two weeks later I was doing some whitewater near Glenwood Springs, flipped my canoe, found my cooler, lost my knife. :fire:

I don't miss the knife as much as I do that flashlight.

[Crimper-D]

One was a discontinued model bone handled Camilus double blade/ double lock hunter style folder:( Best field folder for hunting I ever used... It did'nt return from a trip in the Ventana Wilderness in the California Coast Range.

The other was a discontinued Swiss Army Knife, unusual in that it was equipped with a big sidelock blade as well as the usual Victorinox Bells & Whistles. Probably fell out of my pocket exiting the car while running chores:(
Good news on this one! = Got a replacement on order from Smoky Mountin Knife Works, Called a "Parachutist" Model, got the sidelock blade feature as well as a small sawblade that looks like it was designed for slicing shroudlines. Looks like a useful little tool.:cool:

[George Hill]

Don - Clipped to the pocket of a co worker?

[Dr.Rob]

Spent hours trying to find a tekna online.. no dice.

[Don Gwinn]

Nope!

It was neatly clipped to the side of the box. The way the boxes are folded, there's an opening up the edge of each corner. When I bumped the box, the clip on the knife slid neatly into that opening. When I took another step, it plucked the dang thing right out of my pocket.

Now, if I'd left it clipped to a pallet of boxes overnight. . . . . :uhoh: