I’d kind of like to slam them because, well, they’re hipsters, but if they’re putting money into some craftsman’s hands I guess that’s okay.
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I'm in Seattle and I work in advertising and technology. Clipped folders are pretty common in offices, but you'd better be sure of your audience if you take it out of your pocket. Haven't seen anything like a Buck 110 in a sheath in town, but I don't think you'd have to get very far out of town for that to be a lot more common.
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In Los Angeles County I'm not sure I've ever noticed anyone (other than a performing actor) openly carrying a fixed blade knife. In the past 5 years, I have started to notice people carrying folders to the point where it is no longer remarkable. Most of my co-workers think I'm paranoid for carrying a pocket knife - despite the fact they have only seen me use it on avocados and packaging. I'm also the person they visit when they need a screwdriver or flashlight.
Deputies in courthouses located in L.A., Riverside, San Diego, and San Bernardino won't hold your knife (or your medical shears) for you. They have be thrown away or returned to vehicle.
I remember when everyone carried a Buck 110 and no one really thought twice about it.
As long as I'm talking about this a Bianchi Accumold double stack magazine pouch makes a perfect replacement sheath for a Buck 110 ora Gerber Multitool
And into the 70s. I grew up in a farming and ranching community in West Texas. No one ever thought twice about carrying a small folding knife in school in my hometown. Today, it’s not unusual to see fixed blade knives in the 3 to 4 inch range on belts, at least among the rancher/cowboy group out west. Not much longer than that and the knife doesn’t ride well in the pickup truck or the Polaris.
I’m still waiting to see a Bowie knife wearing, open carry person in Dallas. I must not be at Wal-Mart at the right time.
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