Here is a Case XX 6232 that my paternal Grandfather carried until he passed in July '88. I drove him 60 miles to the nearest hospital, through the mountains, when he had his heart attack at the State campground he managed. I was 16 yrs old.
I have many memories of him whittling with it and I'm absolutely
honored to have it now.
"Ramrod" was his "handle" on the CB radio.
Sorry to get carried away but a lot memories/emotions are tied to this knife for me.
I'll drink a whiskey sour in his honor tonight.