It appears I'm not the only guy who always carries a leatherman Micra in the left front pocket. In the right pocket, or sometimes the right hip, it's always some kind of clip folder, most recently a Benchmade 585 Mini Barrage, which has replaced for the moment the Griptilian my wife gave me. The assisted opening is pretty cool, but I think I will like the Griptilian better in the long run.
She must have somehow detected that a knife makes a wonderful gift, because she has given me a number of knives in recent years: before the Grip came a Browning folder that came packaged with the LED headlamp that was her real object, and the year before that, a Ka-Bar. Maybe the little Anza I gave her a while back opened her eyes to knives as gifts. I have been giving them as gifts for years, to her kids and mine. Knives, Mini Maglights, Leathermans and Ipods, kind of in rotation and depending on the current level of family prosperity.
My father used to give his kids some kind of Maglight every year, sometimes big, but more often little. It became a kind of running joke among my sibs: "So how many Maglights do you have now?" Pop had little appreciation of knives except as cooking implements. As kids, whenever we made a family pilgrimage back to his hometown, Dover, OH, we always had to pay a call on Mooney Warther to drool over his hand built steam trains and watch him carve a working pair of pliers from a solid block of wood, while Pop would pick out a few of Mooney's elegant engine-turned blades for his kitchen. When he died, five kids divvied up the Warthers. My favorite is the small cleaver with a 3x4-inch blade. It appears they still sell it:
Warther Cutlery - Warther Cutlery Meat Cleaver
(not a pocket knife)
As a kid I always had a pocket knife, usually a Schrade 2-blader, or the Camillus folder with the dimpled steel sides. That one was the standard for the kids in the neighborhood, the one somebody always got out for mumblety-peg or indian knife-sticking contests. It was my first knife, and I had a couple of different ones at different times. I think it was also considered a sort of poor man's Swiss Army Knife, the knife we all switched to when we got a little money ahead on our paper routes.
When I discovered the original Leatherman, it replaced the Victorinox in my pocket for a while because it had better tools for my purposes, but it was really too big to rest comfortably. For many years I carried an Opinel No.7, the quintessential picnic knife, but also wicked sharp, and on rare occasion a No. 10 ("Is that a knife in your pocket or are you glad to see me?
The knife that has given me most use has been the small Anza that I bought from the maker at a motorcycle swap meet in Saint Paul, about 6" overall with a 2 1/4" blade. It often rides in the sheath in a front pocket; more often it goes into a motorcycle tank bag and comes out around the campfire to slice up a steak or spear a smoked oyster.
Sitting in a pile of clutter on the desk in front of me right now are the Anza, a couple of benchmades, the big Opinel and a Tapio Wirkkala puukko knife that I bought out of the Brookstone catalog around 1983. I have carried it around, too, but never really used it that much, perhaps just as well, since I saw something, perhaps on this forum, that prompted me to research it a bit, and whaddya know? It's a "designer knife" that apparently has some collector value.
Sorry for going on so long, but this thread just caught my fancy. Sorry about the stock photos, too, but my camera fu is weak at the moment.