As a boy, family had a camp (that's Yooper for "vacation cabin") in Michigan's Upper Peninsula, a stone's throw from the Marble Knife Co. This is what every mid-Western boy wanted after he moved on from his Cub Scout/Boy Scout knife: 'Course, we later found the Ka-Bar (even bigger!) and the Buck 110 ... but we all had our Case folders in our pockets in grade school and junior high.
My first knife was a boyscout folder with multiple blades. It was very used. It was then i got obsessed with knives. Later i got a Buck 110, then my first fixed blade was a Buck 119.
I found this while tearing out a wall in my Mother’s basement. I remember it was mine as a Boy Scout. I’m 80 so it has to be 65-70 years old. Boy Scout medallion in tact.
When I finished fourth grade, Dad got me a Puma Earl, which I traded some years later for a Puma Deerslayer. The Deerslayer still goes hunting with me. Those two knives represent about twelve years of EDC carry, and pushed me down the road toward knife snobbism.
