Nice!!
That’s my daily carry…It's been in my pocket for the last 27 years, but there was a "dark period" before that. Want to hear a story?
Like most kids, I joined Cub Scouts at the beginning of the school year. But it wasn’t until Christmas that I got the knife Ah, yes...the high water mark of every Cub’s uniform: the knife! And now I had mine! On Friday night meetings, it dangled brilliantly from the brass belt clip. I was so proud!
Within six months, I had lost it. No idea where, but it was gone. Solid gone.
Time passed, and one day a few months later my dad said “look what I found”; There, in his hand, was a rusty, encrusted, muddy, filthy artifact that once had been my knife. He had found it in the backyard somewhere where I had dropped it. It was in sad, sorry shape.
I felt like ****.
And I said something dumb like “well, it’s garbage now”, Dad agreed, and rather ceremoniously threw it into the trash.
As I turned to walk away, Dad said (while reaching into the trash), “Say...if you don’t want it, can I have it?”
[how stupid can parents be?] “Why would you want that?” I asked.
“I don’t know. But can I have it?”
“Sure”, I replied.
“So this knife is mine now, right? Mine forever? You said throw it out, so you don’t mind if I own it, right?”
“Sure dad”; [crazy old man; what’s he want that for?]
A few weeks later, he unveils his newest tool. “Come look at this”, he said. There, in his hand, was a clean, polished, workable knife!
“MY KNIFE!!!!”, I exclaimed!
“What? No!...this is MY knife. You said I could have it.”
Ouch. Valuable lesson learned. Age 6, I learned not to be so cavalier with value. And it was his, indeed. He used it for years.
On my 35th birthday, my dad handed me a small, gift-wrapped box. He said, “I think this can be yours again”. I had no idea what he was talking about. I opened the box, and there it was. I long ago learned to not get emotional over machinery, but I started to tear up nevertheless. It’s been in my pocket every day for 27 years since then. It’s in my pocket as I type this…
Camillus was an awesome company…something about the iron in the ground in upstate NY is just special, and these cub knives are fantastic knives! A couple of years ago I scored the ultra-rare Cub knife in white (made in 1980 for 1 year) for practically nothing on eBay.
