I had a No. 8 for years (and years), the first backpacking knife I ever bought. I can remember it now, like it's still in my hands. What happened to it is The Great Mystery of My Gear Lifetime. (I still have the stone I sharpened it with, so there's the Good News.) I am thinking that if it hasn't turned up by now, it won't, but maybe it's better now. Not much, mind you, not that this knife needs much. The only thing they've done to it is to make the locking collar even better by making it work both opened and closed. You, backcountry.com, benefit from my loss, because my next order from you will be to replace the world's best pocketknife with...the world's best pocketknife. If you're looking for one of those, stop, order now, this is it. Picasso carved sculpture with this knife; and you're gonna do better? No, you are not.
Edited to add: this isn't just the world's best pocketknife. Of all the knives, of any kind, I ever used, if you told me pick one, and that's the only knife you use, for everything, the rest of your life: it's this one. Because I haven't used a knife that can do something this one can't. That. In your pocket. Think about it.