I carry an old Buck pocket knife, but not when I fly as the largest blade would cause it to be confiscated.
I have a little history with this knife. Knock on wood, I cannot seem to lose it - not that I would want to.
When I was a teenager, probably 16 or so, I found it down along a river that I grew up near. It was in rough shape, rusted on the inside, the blades barely opened, etc. I cleaned it up and started carrying it.
Over the years, going on 25 now, I would lose it for a period of time but it would always return to me. For example, in the past 5 years these two events occurred:
1) I was working near my car and set the knife down on the spoiler of my car and forgot about it. A few hours later I drove the car approximately 40 miles - over a mount and on twisty roads through the rain. As I got out of the car I walked by the spoiler and saw the knife...how in the hell in didn't fall off I don't know
2) I had misplaced my knife and hadn't seen it for a while. We were renovating our house at the time, and while I was working on the house one of the guys I had hired walked in and said "has anyone lost a knife? I found this one out in the yard..."
This is my every day carrier. It weighs nearly a quarter of the weight of a small school bus.
Babe Winkelman wrote:
I started carrying a standard 6" filet knife when I was 22 years old. I was walking along a country road on a hot lazy summer afternoon, when I came across a couple of kids fishing from a dock at the edge of this small pond. Well, much to everyone's surprise, one of the kids pulled in a 14" large mouth bass. I told them they should clean, cook and eat the fish right there on the spot. They told me they didn't have a knife (or ice and cooler), so they threw it back. I told myself, never again. I credit that one moment in time for the path my life took.
Well do you carry a cooler and ice too? If not, then you still couldn't do anything.