This old pocket knife looked worn, rusted, and completely forgotten. Years of dirt and corrosion had almost sealed it shut.

If you swapped knives where I grew up, you were gullible. Kids at the old country school did that on occasion. One would hold his knife in a closed fist and offer to trade for whatever pocket knife ...

You’ll find no greater fan of the humble EDC pocket knife than yours truly. I’ve had more than my share since I was 10 years old. What began as a necessity for my prolific fishing habits in Northern ...