One of the first pieces of hunting equipment I owned was a Buck 102 knife. It had been my father’s. He gave it to me. Over the years, I’ve notched the sheath each time I took a deer. The line of ...

I associate hunting knives with joy for a simple reason: I only break one out after I’ve tagged an animal. At this point in the process, I’m usually brimming with a sense of accomplishment—and ...