My leather arm guards have holes ripped out, eyelets broken, blood stains, some of it mine, sweat stains, I still have them. When I wear out a shooting glove, i don't know why, but I never throw them away either. However, there is this little folding knife that had field dressed a number of deer, had been on 52 wilderness canoe trip, had sliced up numerous steaks when the restaurant issued me a dull one. I think someone broke into my house, didn't care about stash of silver, didn't care about my concert guitars, didn't care about my bows, but they stole that knife. I swear, I would never misplace that knife.