In 1974 I was 8 years old and I started begging my Dad for a pocket knife. He told me then that on my 10th birthday he would buy me my first knife, well it only took me a year to break him down so in the Spring of 1975 my Dad took me to the local hardware to let me pick out a knife. He got two that day, one for me and one for him. I carried it until I was 10 and got my first Buck 110 that is on the bottom of a lake in southern Indiana. Glad I put this knife away and still have it along with one of the Old Timer Muskrats that my Dad got me to clean muskrats with. Post your first knife or story about your first.
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