I just have one. Forgot the number but have owned it close to 35 years.
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Hey Feral, flip the sheath over, its probably stamped in the back. Often 2 numbers, the first the model and the second the blade length.
I've got a couple around the house. 2 of them travel with us in our picnic pack. They're #6-4 inch individual steak knives. Even steaks taste better with a good knife.
I've got a bad habit of buying them whenever I see one too cheap at a gun show. Back in 1990 I bought a pair of carving sets. We use the carver from our silver service, but I have 2 son and figured they'd be needing wedding presents sometime. Didn't work out so well. A buddy got married a few years later, so I gave them one set. I worked with his wife (I introduced them, go figure, and they still talk to me!) They still say its the best present they received. So last August my neighbor was getting hitched. So I figured maybe they'd like a nice present. They got the other. It was her father who told them what it was and what it was worth. Who cares, its only money.
About 15 or so years ago I went to a tiny gun show down state. Maybe 20 tables, total, and some were taken by the promoter. I walked in and took a quick tour. Nothing! But then up on the stage of the little hall I saw some tables with boxes on them. One of the display boxes had the unmistakable Randall handle peaking out from a bunch of junk. So I asked around who the owner was. Somebody said he went out to breakfast. So I took my time and examined all the stuff on other tables, burning time. Finally an old hillbilly in overalls came in, carrying a McDonalds bag. Food and coffee for everyone. When he got done with his Santa Claus act of feeding everyone I approached him.
I asked if those tables were his, and he said yep. So I asked him about the knife in the one display. He laughed and said "Oh, you must have seen that old Randall." Not a good start, but then he added "I won't take a cent less than $150". OK. I couldn't even identify what model it was, and no sheath. But for that price with a stag handle, it was a gamble worth it. So away I went, back up the road. The next big gunshow I went to I took it along. One of my buddy's specializes in them. He looked at the old knife and asked "you want to triple your money?" Nope, its still with me. Its a different grind than the current Model 8, trout and bird. But thats what it is. A good grind and utility blade.
Someplace along the way I picked up a #4 with a H H Heiser sheath. The experts again date it. They say from the spacers and the Heiser, its a 1949 product. Those guys are even better than our S&W folks about dates. And we've got serial numbers.
And Randall even sold "Kit" knives. You finish it yourself. The one I bought a while back has an ivory handle. The guy was selling it because it had a crack in the ivory, stem to stern. Looked ugly, but a great knife.
So I brought it home and took it to the kitchen sink. It had some dirt in the crack, and I scrubbed with a tooth brush and some detergent. With a little more soaking and scrubbing, it looked pretty clean. So I took it to the dungeon for storage and asked my wife to pick me up some baby oil at the grocery. We both forgot. A few months later I noticed the knife at the back of the safe and remembered. So I again asked my wife to pick some up. About a week later she did and I went to the workshop to try to lube up the ivory. Except I had a problem. In that old house we had some moisture. Nice words for a leaky basement.
When I picked it up, the crack that had been thick enough for a business card to enter has swollen itself shut! What had happened was the prior owner had dehumidified his knives to the point where the ivory dried out and cracked. In a more modest humidity, it had returned to a usable state. Made me happy.
My bang around in the woods knife is a #3 saltwater fisherman, a shortie. Its got a wood handle, and I haven't lost it yet. But then I will never lend it out, either. Even my wife is offended when she asks to use my knife and I stand right with her while she uses it. Once, probably 40 years ago she borrowed my pocket knife for something, then put it down and walked away. Not a big deal to her, it wasn't her knife. We went back and found the knife right where she left it.
One of the rules of life is never loan a knife to anyone. They don't respect it.