I love SAK's. Now, having said that, I have to admit that I backslide on occasion. I really don't mean to, but it happens. I go off for the day with some 'other' knife in my pocket, and usually before the day is out, I will be regretting my sins. Yesterday I was carrying one of those 'Other' knives', and I encountered the situation that I deeded. The need of a tool and the lack of. It's much like sneaking out with the pretty floozy from down the street, having a drink at a dimly lit bar, and then being seen by someone who knows you. And who also knows your wife. Oh, the shame of it!! I got my first SAK more than 40 years ago, carried one in my army life, and my backpacking life, and life in general. Except for my backsliding episodes of course. They have helped me through difficult times now and then, usually the failure of some mechanical devise like a motor on a boat, a motor scooter on a dirt road in the middle of nowhere, a real emergency here and there over the years. But the mysterious Swiss Mountain Gods have a way of gently reminding me that a SAK should be my first loyalty. The dreaded loose screw, the coin jammed in a parking meter and it's the only open parking space in sight, and the Christmas morning gifts that "Some assembly may be required." It's surprising how much can be done with a screw driver, letting you get into it to mess around. It seems as if the number 2 phillps screw is what holds the entire world together these days, and the small SD tip in the can opener deals so well with them. Sometimes a paper clip is nice to have, as they are very good springy wire. So, this sinner repents in front of his fellow SAKists, and swears by the banner of the Swiss Army knights, to never stray from the faith again. But I do wonder where that cute little Case peanut with the red bone scales got off to!
Quote from: cbl51 on March 06, 2015, 04:59:30 PMI love SAK's. Now, having said that, I have to admit that I backslide on occasion. I really don't mean to, but it happens. I go off for the day with some 'other' knife in my pocket, and usually before the day is out, I will be regretting my sins. Yesterday I was carrying one of those 'Other' knives', and I encountered the situation that I deeded. The need of a tool and the lack of. It's much like sneaking out with the pretty floozy from down the street, having a drink at a dimly lit bar, and then being seen by someone who knows you. And who also knows your wife. Oh, the shame of it!! I got my first SAK more than 40 years ago, carried one in my army life, and my backpacking life, and life in general. Except for my backsliding episodes of course. They have helped me through difficult times now and then, usually the failure of some mechanical devise like a motor on a boat, a motor scooter on a dirt road in the middle of nowhere, a real emergency here and there over the years. But the mysterious Swiss Mountain Gods have a way of gently reminding me that a SAK should be my first loyalty. The dreaded loose screw, the coin jammed in a parking meter and it's the only open parking space in sight, and the Christmas morning gifts that "Some assembly may be required." It's surprising how much can be done with a screw driver, letting you get into it to mess around. It seems as if the number 2 phillps screw is what holds the entire world together these days, and the small SD tip in the can opener deals so well with them. Sometimes a paper clip is nice to have, as they are very good springy wire. So, this sinner repents in front of his fellow SAKists, and swears by the banner of the Swiss Army knights, to never stray from the faith again. But I do wonder where that cute little Case peanut with the red bone scales got off to! Where is your banner eh? Have you not signed up? You taking the piss mate?