We've moved into a smaller home for retirement, and I just don't have space for all my traditional stuff. We are scheduled for pick up today by the auctioneer for his big holiday auction this Saturday, but in moving things out into the garage for him to pick up, I opened the box of knives--about 25 or so--and took one last look. I pulled out the knife I started hunting with ??? ago, a Case XX two blade folder in its original smap belt sheath. It is in great shape...lots of memories erupted...and I just stuck it in my pocket. Just couldn't part with it. I confess: I am a sentimental whimp!