First - the Buck 119, still available from WallyWorlds for <$34, uses their standard Paul Bos heat treated 420HC - a far cry from 'regular' 420HC, if you've ever used it. Some like the seemingly more stout bladed, same steel, 650 Nighthawk with a black coating and more comfortable grip - definitely better in the wet & cold. I've camped with a 119 - even 'just' a 110 Folding Hunter.
The old KaBar, like my late Dad's from the S. Pacific in WWII, was the answer for a 'utility' knife - made of non-strategic materials. I used his - a USN variant less the secondary edge - for camping for many years. It was big - but ideal - until I got a Plumb camping hatchet - then my pocket knife, a 110, Vic SAK, or Buck 301, was all I had for a knife. I usually had a backpack 3-man tent, so no shed 'construction' was needed.
Of the less expensive 'bushcraft/survival' fb's I have now, these are the least expensive, with the RC-5 at $125 slightly over the $100 limit. They are all US-made, too. The LMFII is for comparison's sake - it was a gift from my son, else it wouldn't be here - my serrated 'knives' are real saws! I guess my favorites go RC-5, KaBar, Nighthawk, many other knives, finally, the LMFII. That's just my opinion... and the pictured knives have only been used in my wooded back yard. The 16 oz RC-5 might get heavy - and I don't like the original MOLLE sheath mine came with.
I'm not apologetic of my nationalist pride. I've fondled that Falkniven - a 'Made in Japan' Swedish rubber-like handled knife gets no high points here. The rehandled VG-10 blades available via KSF might be interesting - love Micarta - but I have plenty of US-steel bladed regular Bark Rivers to choose from - but we are getting near double the OP's price. The USN-style, ie, no sharpened secondary edge, KaBar really is a useful, but large, camping knife - and a fairly priced one, too.
Survival is what you have on you when needed. As a boy of twelve in NY in the summer of 1960, specifically, in a park cut-off by the LIE and the unopened Throggs Neck Bridge approach, I was chasing my beagle through some overgrowth when I got tangled in brambles. As I struggled to get to my BSA pocket knife - which likely would get me arrested there nowadays - I saw the yellow jackets. I alternated between cutting the yellow jackets in half as they stung my thighs and cutting the brambles that held me as their target. I was on the LIE overpass awaiting the light change to get to my folk's apartment when I noticed my beagle was at my side. Aspirin and cold compresses eased my 'shakes' - no epi pens or benadryl then. My mother counted 21 stings on my right leg - more on my left leg and arms. I carry benadryl now - allergic to everything - and a Vic 'Farmer' SAK. 'Survival' can take many turns... it's not all about building a lean-to. YMMV.
Stainz
