I love this thread....for me, my knives remind me of so many stories! My Puma Whitehunter is from 1969, but my dad bought it for $20 at a Ham Radio gathering him and I were at up near Munds Park 30 years ago. The stag handled CaseXX is from my grandpa, who used to be a Case dealer in the family furniture store in KY. The small skinner also came from my grandpa, made by a local knifemaker who (I believe) is no longer around....John "Grizz" Morgan. Finally, the red Victorinox seems like no big deal, but is my favorite story. It's the first knife I ever got, given to me by grandpa as we were working on the roof of his motor home (I'm guessing I was 6 or 7). I'm not especially known for keeping track of things, so the fact that I was able to keep from losing this knife through high school was a miracle. When I was 18 or 19, I was fishing Page Springs (up near Cottonwood). I fished the whole day and covered 1+ mile wet wading down the creek. When I got back to the truck, the knife was gone. I remembered using the scissors to trim tippet through the day, but had no idea where I had it last. I was heartbroken. A little over a month later, I was back fishing Page Springs again. At some point, I just happen to glance down into a riffle and catch a glimpse of red. Sure enough, it was my knife. After a good soak and some brushing, she was cleaned up and brand like brand new, and I made sure to keep her tucked safe somewhere to pass on to my own boys with the story!