My first Pocketknife was a Schrade Old Timer that had been handed down from my Grandfather. It was your standard 3 blade stockman, just like thousands of others, but to a 10 year old boy, it meant passage into manhood.

Well, that was before The Schrade company closed their doors after 100 years of being in business, and before the name was bought and slapped on cheap knives from China that bear little resemblance to the wonderful knives of our memories.