My Knife

Ok, random story time since we're all social distancing and things are getting a bit weird in the "how we occupy our time" department.

Last night, Jonathan Stark got me started down a rabbit hole, looking for information on this little pocket knife I've had since I was a kid.

pocket knife

After much searching, it turns out it's a Flying Falcon. This particular one was probably made around 1986 and manufactured in Japan. Now, Frost Cutlery is known for manufacturing very poor quality knives - like.. the lowest quality knives. Some of their older knives can range in quality from "crap" to "it's OK" but even so, the Flying Falcon is supposedly the lowe-end, bottom of the barrel in terms of quality.

Also, there were several knives in the series. Some had plastic handles, some bone, some wood (mine's wood). In the 3-color "frostwood" design that I have, the two-balde was the more common one. I found a single-blade skinning knife in this series with the exact same handle shape, but different blade style. I couldn't find this exact knife.

But I'm confident that I've narrowed it down and that this knife belongs somewhere in the "Falcon" series.

As for the quality, I must have some kind of fluke. I've had this knife for 34 years and, as you can see, it's still going strong. It took quite a beating during my tweens and teens, from my many adventures into the woods around the house, to fishing trips, weekends camping trips, and a whole lot of art projects.

Then I lost it for a long time and I was so mad at myself for doing so.

I found it one day, quite by accident, in the grass by a tree, days before we were due to move away. I was just walking around, getting one last look at things before the move, and stepped on the (thankfully closed) knife. It was like reuniting with an old friend. I couldn't believe my luck.

The stainless steel blade was fine, but the metal parts on the handle were rusted and there was a lot of dirt and moisture inside of it. The wooden handles were rough and splintered. The knife had, after all, been laying outside in the weather for two years at that point.

I carefully took it apart, cleaned, sanded, polished, and oiled it and put it back together.

It's worn from years of use and abuse. The blade doesn't hold its edge very well, but otherwise it's solidly constructed.

These days I usually reach for my tiny Leatherman if I need to open a package or something, but if I need to cut more than a box, I'll still grab this knife with its larger, locking blade.

Yes, it's a cheap knife, made from cheap, soft steel, but it's held up over the years and, more importantly, it's mine. After 34 years and an odd amount of memories wrapped up in it, I'm glad it's still here.