The beginning of the end was this spring when we were on a tree planting job. I always carry an extra knife to jobs with me. And I did this time. But I already gave it to someone earlier in the day. Well ... Mark (whom the tree job was for) asked me if he could borrow my knife. So I said sure. He opened it, used it, said "Wow this thing is really sharp." I said "Yeah I like wicked little things." He laughed...walked away and continued to use my knife. About two hours later I was back at the farm went to the barn and reached into my pocket ... no knife. Fart (said it, didn't do it). Next day as soon as we got to the job I make a beeline to Mark "Good morning sunshine, where's my knife?" And he handed it right over. My hubby was shocked cause I won't let him use it and he says "You let him use your knife. Good thing you didn't lose that it's her favorite." And then looks at me all suspicious like. "HEHEHE Jealous cause I let another man use my knife huh?" I say.
Well....now a couple months later it's gone. I'm certain I left it sitting on a bale of twine on the tailgate of the truck. It must have bounced out when the truck got moved. I looked and looked. No luck.
Do you carry a knife? What kind? I'm gonna need to get a new one. And I've looked and looked on the internet and can not find one that even looks similar. I thought it was a Spyderco ... but it's doesn't look the same as any of seen.