Back in the '60s when I was really geared up and hunted/hiked/fished when I could, there were a LOT of these Old Hickory and Russell knives out in the field. I mean a ton. In most cases, they had no special care of them, but they were relied on and served well. I remember in one of the hunting camps that there was an old timer that had a long box that had his collection of "processing" knives in it. None in sheaths, none with protective covers, and nothing to protect the edges. He would pull them out in camp, edge them with a gray "fine" (??) stone that looked like a Norton of some type with 3in1 oil for lubricant. He put a toothy edge on those knives that wouldn't quit. Sliced up those animals like a light saber. But to him and the rest of us as well, these knives were tools, so they did their job or they went away. He never daydreamed about his knives, played with them while watching TV, or spent countless hours looking for something better. They worked well, were great for the money, so that was that.
We didn't know better back in those days. Back in those days, my two prize hunting/camping knives were my Buck 110, and later the Schrade Golden Spike. One of those literally went on every expedition large or small, no matter what length of time. I came to depend on them for different reasons, and loved them both for their utility. Carried them for years, and now on a very infrequent hunting trip the Golden Spike still goes with me. No one, ever, would have thought about taking one of my knives and smashing the spine until they split a piece of wood so they could make a faster fire, or worse, just because they could. Personally, I would have taken the club used on my knife and used it on them.
I learned the proper use of a knife and knife safety from some pretty rough old cobs. Knowing them, if they had seen me beating on the spine of my knife, they would have taken my own knife away from me.
Robert