What was your first knife?

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My first knife was a cheap "Rambo Survival Knife" I paid $5 for it in 1982 or 1983. It had the compass on the handle and a hollow space in the handle for all your survival needs. The blade was some crappy steel it was very hard to sharpen and it wouldn't hold an edge. At 11 or 12 yrs old I didn't know what I was doing with the cheap stone it came with. Just as I have no clue now. The sheath was fake leather.

My first real knife came at Christmas 2006. I convinced my wife to buy me a Benchmade Auto Stryker. Actually, I bought it and brought it home and said thanks for my gift. A gun store near me was closing and it was clearanced for $80. Well, it's been downhill since then and my collection has grown exponentially.

What was your first knife?
 
Dad bought me a Puma folder when I was about 10. I don't remember a model name for it but it was great at skinning game. The first one I bought was a Gerber boot knife I paid $20 for back in 1985.
 
trueblue1776,

Great story about your Dad's Ka-Bar. Unfortunately, I don't have any knives with a history. I grew up in a city and it wasn't acceptable/allowed for kids to have knives.

8830,

Another great story. It's stories like these that make me giddy to share my knives with my 2 daughters and son. I hope they look back some day and remember some fun times with Dad and his knives like you two.
 
I grew up in New York City, and my great-grandfater gave me plenty of knives. I never had much of a problem carrying a knife whereever I went in the city, so long as I was not being a jerk.

As for my first knife, it was a folder for sure, came from my great-grandad's collection - he had an awful lot of them, and I have absolutely no idea as to what brand it was. He gave me a bunch of them over the years.

All the best,
Glenn B
 
WOW, what a nice memory moment!!! It was my first camp out with the Boy Scouts and my dad came along. After the secondday I earned my totenchip card and my dad took his K-bar off his hip and presented it to me in front of a bunch of older scouts who had admired it the day before.

Needless to say I still have it and plan on handing it dowm to my son when he comes of age.

mk
 
Apart from the usual Victorinox Swiss Army types, my dad brought me my first high-quality knife - an Al Mar Osprey-type folder with ivory micarta scales - back from a business trip to the US; I must have been around 13.
 
My first knife was a Shrade with green handles and brass bolders, 1 blade. Lost while fishing

My first serious field knife was a Sog Field Pup, Then A Cold Steel ODA.

My first serious pocket knife was a CRKT M-1601KE, Then a Cold Steel Ti-Lite, Then a Benchmade Monochrome.
 
Brother's KaBar when I was about 10, still have it but it needs a little work.
 
Case Peanut with carbon steel blades, real bone handles


This knife and a .22 revolver were put in the dresser drawer crib next to me when I was brought home from being born.

I actually carried a Imperial Midget, with one carbon steel blade from the get -go.
I was a handsome devil with my beaded key ring with that knife sporting real cloth diapers.

:)
 
Mine (bought by my parents) was when I was 7 or 8 or 9. Family made a trip to Niagra Falls and I got one of this tourist knife trinkets with a picture (which rubbed off after awhile) of the falls.
 
Wow! These are some fantastic stories. I'm jealous. I'm keeping a mental note of all of these stories and I'm going to do many of these things with my kids. It's obvious that they had a positive impact on all of you.
 
I had a sheath knife (possibly a Shrade IIRC) in Boy Scouts while living in England c. 1966. it was stolen/lost by the movers when we moved back to the States in 1968. My Dad took me to Sears, and we purchased a replacement, a carbon steel sheath knife with leather washer handle and a bear's head at the butt. It took and keeps a very nice edge, and i still have it today.

I also carried a Buck 110 all through High School. It was part of the "uniform" that all young men had.
 
Schrade faux stag delrin handled Uncle Henry large 2 blade hunter. :D Bought it myself with my allowance. Wish I still had it. Might ought to go find one and add it to the collection.
 
So glad that you have fond memories of that knife. Good luck finding one just like it. These stories keep bringing a smile to my face when I read them.:)
 
I'm not exactly sure which was first. I'm pretty certain it's a red-handled Swiss Army Knife - the standard model predating the tweezers and toothpick - what they now appear to be calling the Spartan (jeezus they've got a lot of different combinations now!) My dad gave it to me; I still have it and still use it, alternating between it and a couple others which are identical but in different colors and have the toothpick/tweezers.

He also gave me a couple pocket antique knives with mother-of-pearl handles which were his grandfather's - they were unfortunately lost on a fishing trip when I was about 10, and to this day losing those knives is one of my biggest regret. I have nothing from my dad's side of the family, and nobody knows much about them, so they were significant in that manner. I could go to an antique store and pick one up for $15 or so, but it just wouldn't be the same.

My dad giving me those knives was and still is very meaningful to me, because he wasn't/isn't really a knife person. A knife, to him, was a tool - but being a kid, I had a real fascination with knives (no undue responsibility goes to my grandfather for that :p). So, he gave me his own Swiss Army knife, and got himself another one. There was nothing wrong with the one he gave me; I think it was simply a matter of sentimentality.

The first knife I got which was just a bladed knife (no extra stuff) was an Schrade lockback with green (plastic) handles and brass bolders with a high-carbon blade. My grandfather bought it for me (while I was there) at a gun shop for $20; "we'll get you a real knife there," he'd said. The other one is an Old Timer Skinner with two blades and antler handles, which my grandfather also got for me. :)

I'm not sure how people wear out their knives; I've never done it, and I've always got one in my pocket. My grandfather always has a skinning knife in his pocket, and he's skinned a lot of animals and cleaned a lot of fish, as well. He's gone through 3 in his lifetime - one due to a broken blade.

I, like him, prefer the high-carbon blades - but they are very, very hard to find anymore. Though, unless I'm going to be doing some prolonged cutting or going out into the woods, it's unlikely that it'll matter enough for me to worry about - stainless holds a decent enough edge.

I don't know how some people function in today's world without a utili-tool of some kind in their pocket. Whether it's the blade itself or the extra tools, I seem to use my knife at least once or twice a day: tighten a screw, open a bottle, pull a cork, etc.

My son already has a knife of his own - it's a "swiss army knife" impersonation knife all in stainless. He's 3.5 years old. He doesn't use it yet except when I'm around, but it goes in his box of "special things". When he's a bit older than I was when I got my first knife (5 or 6, I think), and when he shows an interest, I'll give him one of my Swiss Army knives (if that's what he wants).
 
My first knife was a Swiss Army Knife copy, probably made in a dingy third world factory--I got it at a local discount store for a couple of dollars. I still have it and it's pretty much useless. Always has been, for that matter. But that didn't matter to me when I first got it--I was too excited about owning my very own knife to give a damn.
 
My age is going to show through here, but the first knife that I can remember owning as a young man had a spoon on the outside of the handle on one side and a fork on the outside of the handle on the other side.

Circa mid-fifties maybe.
 
yikes! - that was a loooong time ago but. . . . .

as I recall it was an old Imperial barlow pattern. Later it got donated along with the contents of an old tackle box to a young fellow who needed it more than me at the time.
 
when I was 8 or so, my father bought me a Swiss Army style knife with I think 8 different functions. Maybe 10. It was a POS, but I liked it a lot and used it all the time.

2 years later he bought my brother a Swiss Army style knife with at least 20 functions, and my brother immediately threw it in a drawer and for the most part never looked at it again. In fact, it's been a decade and a half and I believe it's still in that drawer untouched.

The only time he ever took it out was once when he was mad he unfolded the longest knife and chased me around the house with it. I swear to G-d I'm sure to this day he was going to stab me. I was terrified. Ironically, he's incredibly anti-gun (maybe knows he can't trust himself with a weapon?) and I'm incredibly pro-gun nowadays.
 
Started with a Yellowstone NP souvenir (with fork and spoon!) at age 7. Acquired (along with my 2 older brothers) a lockback cheapie for pocket change a couple years later. Carried a Victorinox Tinker to school for the later elementary school years. Got a lockback Schrade at age 12 for Boy Scout usage. Still have the Schrade and have rotated SAKs numerous times. K-Bar is my outdoors knife unless the Leatherman Wave is appropriate.

Can a knife be representative of an entire life?
 
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