After probably ten years of daily carry, sending her in for service a time or two, sharpening numerous times and an astronomical amount of use I lost my Strider PT yesterday. We were at the 1000 acre farm we lease and spent several hours cruising around and getting some work done. At one point some geese started going nuts on the creek and I caught a glimpse of a coyote so I grabbed my rifle and crouched down to try to get a shot. I was hopeful that this was where the knife came out of my pocket but a thorough search this morning yielded nothing.
I am diminished. The best knife I've ever owned is gone and it is unlikely it can be replaced.
I feel naked.
I feel guilty.
I am in mourning.
I may never recover.
I am diminished. The best knife I've ever owned is gone and it is unlikely it can be replaced.
I feel naked.
I feel guilty.
I am in mourning.
I may never recover.