My grandpa was the kind of guy that always had a pocket knife on him. A life long scouter, and a friend of Bill Burch, he was always carving something. When he died, we knew that there would be a family war over my granddad’s pocket knives, so the only
equitable thing to do would be to bury his prized pocket knives with him. Since then, I have been pining for a Boker Knife, like the one pictured above. With proper care, they’ll last a lifetime, and there is a marked difference in the quality of the knife and other competitors.