The Walter Mitty in me finally realised "If it ain't broke don't fix it." Some of my gear is obsolescent, or outclassed by newer, superior products ( my 1st generation Shrade multitool, swedish surplus rucksack,small Finnish puukko knife.) But they get the job done and I have grown accustomed to their quirks. Almost every item in my kit is vastly superior to what my grandfather carried. The only item slated for improvement is-ME. I am on a feeding frenzy for additional training and relevent references. I still salivate like Pavlov's dog at every new knife. I just whisper the serenity prayer.