I have carried my Dad's pocket knife, was my Grandfather's, every day since he gave it to me when I was 8, and while hunting, since Dad ascended 6 years ago, I bring along his KABAR, which has to be over 50 years old. The stacked leather handle is old, worn, and dry, but every time I think about reaching out and asking who can replace it, I simply cannot bring myself to let it out of my grasp for fear of never getting it back. For the record, it is shaving sharp and has seen the insides of dozens of deer.