I was originally going to ask “Do you feel naked without a knife?”, but I figured that would be too easy. I imagine that folks who feel strongly enough about the subject to be reading a knife blog would clock in somewhere near 100% in the “yes” column. I just returned from a week-long trip to visit family in Holland. As wonderful as the country and people are, they are hopelessly hoplophobic. Knife laws in Holland (which I will cover in another post) are even worse than those our New Jersey brethren have to deal with . . .
Since I didn’t want to accidentally run afoul of the law in a foreign country, I made the difficult decision to leave my blades at home. I did carry a Combat Ready Knives M-4 Tactical Pen, though, as a weapon of last resort in the unlikely event I would need it.
I have a Tennessee Carry Permit, but for various personal reasons I don’t carry my CCW at all times, though I understand the philosophy and mindset of those who do. Since I spent the first 30+ years of my life not carrying a gun, I don’t experience that same naked feeling without it. However, I carry at least one knife at all times where it is legal. It’s been at least seven years since I considered doing it somewhere knives are forbidden (cough).
Regardless, this week-long period was the longest that I’ve been without a knife since I was about 12. The feelings I had ranged from annoyed (needing to open packaging) to vulnerable (walking around Amsterdam). What is the longest you have been “nekkid” without your blade?