dsutton24
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I've always had knives, probably from age ten or so onward. I remember clearly that I decided that I was going to collect pocketknives. Buck, I thought, it's a neat little company, I'd just buy one of everything they produced, and move on. It's been forty years, and I'm still buying.
We're out in the cornfields of Illinois, and back then there weren't a lot of options. No internet for a couple of decades yet, some mail order, ads in magazines, some newsletters. A locally owned farm supply store had a lot of the current production stuff, and a small department store chain had some stuff. I bought knives when I could... I was making six bucks an hour, had a new family and mortgage to feed, so it took a while to accumulate knives.
A local gun shop bought a Buck display from an old hardware store that closed. That's where I learned of the vast number of variations in the 300 series knives. I had a card, that when folded four ways fit perfectly in a shirt pocket, and it was the record of my collection. Those were heady days, I can tell you. I bought a few knives from them, and got the inevitable question, "Why don't you just buy them all?" Wow. It was impossible, of course, but they let me put ten or twelve knives back on the promise to buy a new one every payday, and I doubt I missed more than one payday. Weird... These guys are still in business, and they have a reputation for being really unpleasant to deal with. The display had a hell of a hodgepodge of stuff in it. I offered to go through it and match boxes with knives, and buy the surplus boxes. "S***, we just threw all those boxes away!"
There was a trip to the bootheel area of Missouri for a family thing. South of St. Louis there was a little gun shop on a really picturesque hill. It was time for a break, so I stopped in. Right inside the door was a glass case full of Case and Buck knives. Oh, wow! How cool! Something that caught my eye was a set of Buck kitchen knives. There was a guy who advertised every month in the Buck Collector's Club newsletter looking for Moderna knives. I remember dropping a postcard to him about them, turns out they weren't Modernas, but thanks for the heads-up. I don't know if he ended up buying the knives or not.
Then there was a company meeting in a resort town in Indiana. The first night there was a bunch of the Chicago guys yukking it up over this nearby town. "There was a gun shop on all four corners of the city square." Hmmm... The day of the inevitable golf outing came up, and I borrowed a car from one of my fellow inmates. How could I not explore this? I rolled into town and discovered that the story was, as I expected a gross exaggeration. There were only two gun shops on the square. Over the door of one was a huge sign, 'CASE KNIVES". Over the door of the other was "BUCK KNIVES". That's were I saw my first red and blue Delrin 300s, and jigged bone 300s. It's hard to describe that feeling, but damn!
There are so many others. The gun show where I found the first Schrade contract knife. The discovery that the old 110 that I used for skinning squirrels for years was actually a fairly rare knife. The Sawby Bucklock that I bought from an old guy because, "You can't sharpen a Buck knife."
These days I have more money to throw at the hobby, and the internet... Oh the internet is a mixed blessing. Seeing the Instant Gratification crowd moaning because the missed out on a drop of the latest knife built to excite the cognoscenti. Telling stories about writing letters back and forth in response to an ad, going to the post office and sending off a money order. Then waiting two weeks for your knife to show up. Or, as in the case of the Collector's club, having your money order returned because the west coast guys got the cool stuff.
You have to have stories. Let's see them.
We're out in the cornfields of Illinois, and back then there weren't a lot of options. No internet for a couple of decades yet, some mail order, ads in magazines, some newsletters. A locally owned farm supply store had a lot of the current production stuff, and a small department store chain had some stuff. I bought knives when I could... I was making six bucks an hour, had a new family and mortgage to feed, so it took a while to accumulate knives.
A local gun shop bought a Buck display from an old hardware store that closed. That's where I learned of the vast number of variations in the 300 series knives. I had a card, that when folded four ways fit perfectly in a shirt pocket, and it was the record of my collection. Those were heady days, I can tell you. I bought a few knives from them, and got the inevitable question, "Why don't you just buy them all?" Wow. It was impossible, of course, but they let me put ten or twelve knives back on the promise to buy a new one every payday, and I doubt I missed more than one payday. Weird... These guys are still in business, and they have a reputation for being really unpleasant to deal with. The display had a hell of a hodgepodge of stuff in it. I offered to go through it and match boxes with knives, and buy the surplus boxes. "S***, we just threw all those boxes away!"
There was a trip to the bootheel area of Missouri for a family thing. South of St. Louis there was a little gun shop on a really picturesque hill. It was time for a break, so I stopped in. Right inside the door was a glass case full of Case and Buck knives. Oh, wow! How cool! Something that caught my eye was a set of Buck kitchen knives. There was a guy who advertised every month in the Buck Collector's Club newsletter looking for Moderna knives. I remember dropping a postcard to him about them, turns out they weren't Modernas, but thanks for the heads-up. I don't know if he ended up buying the knives or not.
Then there was a company meeting in a resort town in Indiana. The first night there was a bunch of the Chicago guys yukking it up over this nearby town. "There was a gun shop on all four corners of the city square." Hmmm... The day of the inevitable golf outing came up, and I borrowed a car from one of my fellow inmates. How could I not explore this? I rolled into town and discovered that the story was, as I expected a gross exaggeration. There were only two gun shops on the square. Over the door of one was a huge sign, 'CASE KNIVES". Over the door of the other was "BUCK KNIVES". That's were I saw my first red and blue Delrin 300s, and jigged bone 300s. It's hard to describe that feeling, but damn!
There are so many others. The gun show where I found the first Schrade contract knife. The discovery that the old 110 that I used for skinning squirrels for years was actually a fairly rare knife. The Sawby Bucklock that I bought from an old guy because, "You can't sharpen a Buck knife."
These days I have more money to throw at the hobby, and the internet... Oh the internet is a mixed blessing. Seeing the Instant Gratification crowd moaning because the missed out on a drop of the latest knife built to excite the cognoscenti. Telling stories about writing letters back and forth in response to an ad, going to the post office and sending off a money order. Then waiting two weeks for your knife to show up. Or, as in the case of the Collector's club, having your money order returned because the west coast guys got the cool stuff.
You have to have stories. Let's see them.