This is what made my preference:
We were fishing down on a river in Tennessee. We caught a bunch of stripers, had fun, and rowed in after dark. I was climbing up the hill to the house through an overgrown field; my hands full of rods, life vests, etc. Halfway up I get caught in this thorn bush. the whole left side of my body was caught, every move was painful. I fished out my Tinker, then quickly realized I had no way of opening it, my other hand was buried in thorns. I SOMEHOW managed to get the blade open (I think with the aid of my teeth) and proceeded to hack my way free.
I swore at that moment that I'd never be without a OH blade again.
OH all the way!