My dad was into selling the used knives from the packing plants. I have some of them, still good and sharp as all get out.
He was at the biggest flea market in Houston one weekend and some cops stopped by. Told him they were wondering where all the knives they had been getting off of perps was coming from, LOL. Certain areas down there, that the first thing they checked was for "boners" stuck in between the layers of the leather uppers of boots. They told him they bet 95% had a boner stuck in there. He told him they ought to thank him for helping them thin the herd. He told em, look around, they get tanked up here, wearing their best duds, showing off their women and by nightfall they will be slashing each other up. All the while the older mothers were buying boners and skinners from him for 5 for $15 elbowing the cops out of the way.
They did the same thing at Waco, Weatherford and Ft.Worth when I went with him.
He got those knives in by the plastic 55 gallon drums, 4-5 barrels at a time.

The question is, how long will it hold that edge?

I got this old buck lockblade like 10 or 11 years ago on sale and carried it almost ievery day since. Broke the tip off 2 or three times and just kept using it. Filed the backside ofthe tip down with a bastard file last night and touched up the edge, voila. I guess it's a drop point now.

A knife is something that you create a relationship with, the curves, the fine lines, the beauty, the trust,
the feel, the lasting scars when you used it 45 years ago to clean game and your sons witnessed it; and they want that knife. Kind of hard to do with a disposable knife; much like a black gun.

If you say so. How many of us have grandpa’s old case trapper? Or cast iron skillet? Or junky old 22 that wasn’t worth buying when it was new?

I’m guessing you only wear custom boots, shoot bespoke shotguns, and order dry-aged wagyu to be used for dog treats.

A knife is a tool.