Your go-to carry knife?
#3

Buck 110. I'm on my 3rd one now. I'm a mechanic, so I use (and mis-use ) my knife numerous times every day. My current Buck has finished off hogs, trimmed tire plugs, cut off fan belts & sliced salami all in the same week. I always break off the tip by using it as a screwdriver or small prybar, so they get short & fat before their time. My wife thinks I'm nuts, but I feel naked if I leave the house without my Buck in my right front pocket. Just pinch the blade & flick your wrist & it pops open with one hand just like an automatic. DON'T LEAVE HOME WITHOUT IT !
#6
#7

My pocket knife is a Buck folder
My hunting knife is an Alaskan guide series 110 by Buck

My skinning knife is one that I got for joining RMEF and the blade is like an ULU design but with a conventional handle. When elk hunting I carry my small Wyoming Saw for the bone cutting.
My hunting knife is an Alaskan guide series 110 by Buck
My skinning knife is one that I got for joining RMEF and the blade is like an ULU design but with a conventional handle. When elk hunting I carry my small Wyoming Saw for the bone cutting.
#9

My knife is very special to me, and I carry it everywhere I go (except if I have to fly on a plane...).
This is a 1973 Schrade 787 Improved Muskrat folding pocket knife that belonged to my dad. I remember when he bought it up in the Adirondack Mts of New York when we went camping back then. He carried it in his pants pocket every single day, no matter where he was and no matter what he was doing. IBM executive business meetings in a suit... Scrambling to save someone's life with the volunteer rescue squad and ambulance... Outside on the lawnmower, mowing the lawn... He always had the pocket knife on him.
Now the reason it is very special to me, is because back on May 5, 2002, my beloved dad passed away at 80 years old. This very same pocket knife was in his pants pocket on that fateful trip to the hospital. When all of us "kids" rushed home to take care of mom, she talked to me about some of his last words. He told my mom that he wants me to have the pocket knife and continue carrying it. My mom held out the pocket knife to me and told me what he said, and then all I remember is taking the pocket knife and putting it in my pocket, hugging my mom, and then, well, you know, I just collapsed into tears...
This is a 1973 Schrade 787 Improved Muskrat folding pocket knife that belonged to my dad. I remember when he bought it up in the Adirondack Mts of New York when we went camping back then. He carried it in his pants pocket every single day, no matter where he was and no matter what he was doing. IBM executive business meetings in a suit... Scrambling to save someone's life with the volunteer rescue squad and ambulance... Outside on the lawnmower, mowing the lawn... He always had the pocket knife on him.
Now the reason it is very special to me, is because back on May 5, 2002, my beloved dad passed away at 80 years old. This very same pocket knife was in his pants pocket on that fateful trip to the hospital. When all of us "kids" rushed home to take care of mom, she talked to me about some of his last words. He told my mom that he wants me to have the pocket knife and continue carrying it. My mom held out the pocket knife to me and told me what he said, and then all I remember is taking the pocket knife and putting it in my pocket, hugging my mom, and then, well, you know, I just collapsed into tears...

