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Hey guys! I just wanted to hop on to share a story about the knife that means more than anything to me. It all starts with a road trip. For Spring Break my mom and I decided to drive 12 hours north to Couer d'Alene, Idaho. My 27 year old brother lives up there and I only get to see him once every 2 or 3 years. Last time I went to Coeur d'Alene was 9 years ago for my brother's graduation. After many hours of wrong turns and driving through beautiful Montana and barren Idaho, we arrived at our destination. A couple of days later we decided to drive down to Post Falls, Idaho to go to the Buck Knives factory for one of their tours. Turns out that the damn boy scouts had taken all of the spots, restricting us from going on the tour. While I was there, I bought a Buck 302 in rosewood and brass. This knife means more than anything to me because it marks the trip that I found out where I wanted to go to college (yes I am still in high school), where I want to live, and the bonding experience that I had with my mom. I would be destroyed if I lost this knife. A couple days ago I went on a trip into the woods to take some amateur pictures of the beautiful knife. Thanks for reading! Feel free to share your story about the knife that means more than anything in the world.
Here are some pictures:
The quality is only decent because the only camera I had was my smartphone.
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Oh, and one last thing; It'd be nice if this thread could stay on Traditionals instead of Buck.
Here are some pictures:
The quality is only decent because the only camera I had was my smartphone.
Oh, and one last thing; It'd be nice if this thread could stay on Traditionals instead of Buck.