Carried a BUCK 301 every day, had a faded imprint in my Levi’s pocket from age of about 10 on through graduation showing that perfect 301 outline.
Everyone had some sort of knife, usually a slip joint.
Funny, if it was bird hunting season there would be a 12 gauge in my gun rack all day, every day, along with myriad others, including the school principal and several teachers.
If it was long range competition season there was a .308 in the rack.
We were rural and a gun and a knife were considered tools, to be respected and never ‘played’ with.
Several of us gun toting knife wielding ‘kids’ would become snipers in the not too distant future, almost like destiny.