This one was tough, I should have just walked away but I was curious and when I had it in my hands I fell in love with it. I don't need it and was able to hand it back and say no thanks. I have been carrying an Ontario survival knife I bought at the Army uniform shop around as my deer knife for about 25 years and was in the woods telling my daughter how the handle looked just like the one at Walmart when I bought it. It is now black from fat and blood I guess. That was when she asked if I would like the Kabar for Christmas. She's good kid.