Growing up, Buck was the gold standard of cutlery for my family and everyone had a Buck knife. 110s, 102s and a few knives from the 300 series were always around. I'm not sure why, but Buck was the hunters knife in our family. Often times the 102 was the knife of choice for processing deer and the 110 was just a back up folder for food prep at camp, but it usually stayed clean from the blood of a fresh kill.
There is a few different Buck knives that really stick out in my mind, like the 102 my uncle left stuck in a log after cleaning a few cottontails. The whole gang of hunters decided to make another hunting trip out of the return for the Buck knife. It's a story of heard more than a few times and there is always a smile on the storyteller's face.
The knife that most sticks out in my mind though is the Buck 704 that my Grandfather has. It was a gift from my Mom one Christmas and it became his EDC for the next few years. The knife became known as the lost and found Buck, he lost that knife more than any other, but he always found it. He lost it for almost a year and never said anything to us about it, until one day my Mom was helping them get some laundry done and she stumbled onto the lost 704. My Grandfather's face turned a little red when he recognized the knife that was found. Then we got the story and the timetable of the missing blade.
One of my fondest memories of that knife was a on a little trip I took with my Grandfather. I spent a weekend with him every month and we'd wake up earlier than my Grandmother and go out for a ride. Often we'd head to a little butcher shop in town and get a fresh ring of bologna. Then we would drive to the riverside and he'd pull out that Buck knife and hunk the ring bologna into pieces. I remember trying to catch a better look at that knife every time it was produced from his pocket.
It wasn't until later years that I got bit by the knife bug and I started to do a little research into knives. As my collection grew I focused on other knives and different brands. Finally I found a 703 at a knife show in Titusville, the guy was willing to haggle on the price and I came home with a new knife. It wasn't my Grandfather's exact knife, but it was close. I showed it to him and he was tickled to know that I bought a knife like his. He even started carrying his knife more.
It's funny how you can carry something for so long and be used to it and then one day it disappears and you never know it. One night as I was getting ready for bed I slipped the 703 out of my pocket and unknowingly set it down on the window seal, being that it was summer we had an air conditioner in the window and I must have slipped the knife under the edge of the machine. It wasn't until the weather changed that my Mom found the knife when we were getting the air conditioner out. Soon after that I traded it to a fellow member of this forum who wanted a 703 for his dad. It went to a better home than I could give it.
A couple months ago, a 704 popped up for sale on another forum, I wanted it bad and asked if we could do a trade. The guy who had it offered me a deal I couldn't resist. He was a bass fisherman and I had a few lures that I wasn't using. It was a great trade and pretty soon I had my own 704. I haven't shown it to him yet, but he'll see it soon.
Sorry for writing a book, I just felt like sharing.