My wife of 45 years has carried a pocket knife since our first date. She had and still has, a tiny 10 cent knife her dad gave her when she was 6 years old. It has been long retired in a safe place. Over the decades she has carried and lost many. For the last decade she is carrying a bone handled Case peanut. My job every Sunday is to sharpen kitchen knives and pocket knives. I am amazed at her little Case. It is full of dirt from the lawn, sticky residue from packing tape, pocket lint, and grease from working on the mover. Every week it is dull and covered with something nasty. She is an interesting woman to say the least.