From Outdoor Life: A boy’s first pocketknife

Just a quick and nostalgic knife story I came across during my nightly content trawl. It is worth a look if you are so inclined.

From Outdoor Life:

The knife Code gave me was pretty much worn out when he put it in my 10-year-old hand. The three-blade pocketknife was down to two and a half. The maker’s mark—“Hammer Brand,” with a manly hand holding a hammer whose heavy head separated the Ms—was barely visible on what was left of the main blade. Code must have snapped it doing chores.

The remaining blades—one about an inch and three-eighths, the other a bit longer—were worn, the tips rounded from being worked on a whetstone.

Code said every boy should have a pocketknife. Now, thanks to him, I had one…

I didn’t care that the metal scale was missing from one side, or that the other side was worn down to flat, bare steel. Code joked that I could trade it if I wanted, but that if I did I should hold it toward the prospective owner with the good side showing, in order to temporarily boost its value. Parting with that precious knife never occurred to me.

Read the whole thing.

Did you buy your first knife? or was it given to you? What was it?

Please let us know in the comments.



  1. cmeat says:

    dad’s sister gave me an old solingen that said “original bowie knife.” about a ten inch blade with crudely pinned stag handles, the overall fit was fair with some gaps. i always kept it in the leather sheath, ostensibly to protect the finish, but pitting eventually occurred.
    what didn’t i learn the hard way?
    i gleaned from ttag some corrosion removal techniques (copper cents) that do not involve a dremel. it may be improvable.

  2. Sam L. says:

    As best I recall, my first knife was an official Cub Scout Knife (lost/misplaced years ago, after I bought my official Boy Scout Knife, now hanging on my Scout pants.

  3. Chase M. says:

    When I was eight my Dad decided on a whim that I needed a pocketknife. He took me to the store and I picked out a nice silver victorinox alox pocketknife. I’m pretty sure it was a cadet, but it might have been a soldier. It was one of two knives I’ve lost. I’ve owned many, but that one knife got me started. It began a love affair with steel…I wish I still had it.

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