This was actually my first fixed blade knife. I remember it pretty well as far as use and that I carried it just about everywhere back in the day. I spoke to my dad about the blade and he remembered when I got it. I thought I was around 14, but he said I was 11. He most likely remembers that better than I do. Holding this blade now, I can almost see the rabbits, squirrels, and fish that we cleaned and ate using this blade. It is a very cheap knife and it really is not constructed very well. I purchased another blade simply because of all the memories that came with it. One memory I have of the blade is when I had to buy a new one. A close friend chucked it into the creek. We dove and searched for hours and never found it. I was upset and it took several weeks allowance at the time to get a new knife.
The Sabre 631 went with me everywhere, except for school of course. On weekend camping trips, fishing trips, and even hunting the blade right there on my side. I found it to be a great hiking companion and a great kitchen knife. Holding it today, I can see I must have had some very small hands. In fact, the handle is so small I will never use this blade again. Instead, I will frame it and hang it on wall with a small plaque saying “My First Fixed Blade Knife.”
I sincerely hope that my Son will have the same respect for his first blade. Although I know he does not have his first folder he does have his fixed blade. I try to teach him that memories are made day by day. Keeping the small things that helped make those memories will keep them alive forever. This is why I am holding on to this blade. It is cheap, poorly constructed, but it is mine and there are stories behind it. The first deer I ever took was dressed and skinned with this knife. My first snapping turtle was cleaned using a Sabre 631. I will pass this knife down to my grandchildren one day.