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I thought I'd share this it make me feel good..
he lives to buy another one from me too...
Hello Dan! It's good to hear from you. Yes, everything went well on the expedition and I once again returned in one piece! The weather was quite rainy while we were in the bush. It rains about 300 inches a year down there. Every river was a torrent. This time, I didn't wear leather boots, which stretch while constantly wet. I chose to wear a pair of nylon web boots with rubber soles. Kind of like Israeli Desert boots.These are quite practicle in the rain forest, as leather molds overnight and will rot with unexpected speed. Our indians and we went back into Deep River Valley where I and my Quetchi Mayan buddy had stumbled upon the two tombs sixteen years ago that had been cleverly hidden away from the sight of any looters. The tombs were still sealed and intact. Getting into one was a trick as we had to reverse the process that the priests had used two thousand years ago to seal it. This was done carefully so that the many boulders sealing it from above wouldn't fall into the verticle shaft of the tombs entrance, sealing the shaft solid and killing anyone below. As I'd hoped, the artifacts inside were undisturbed by animals or water. Everything was still in situ as it had been placed by the hands of those priests so long ago. It seemed as if they'd just recently left, but of course, those men have been dust for allmost twenty centuries.
My fine Worstenholm Bowie that you made for me was looked upon with envy by my Mayan friends. I lent it out to Roberto who is one of my two best friends in the village of Santa Anna. With it, he was able to insert the blade between the vertebra of an extremely large wild boar that had to be finished off quietly, breaking its neck and quickly killing it. A can of oil and a sharpener was all that was needed to keep my knife in top shape.
I had used it once to stop my rapid sliding down a treacherous slope above a 400 foot drop off of a cliff by plunging it into the ground of the slope as I fell down. The blade's length bit deep into the wet soil and stopped my uncontrolled sliding before I reached the edge of the cliff. I hung by it's handle until I was thrown a rope from above. Old man death was thwarted once again!
Thanks again Dan, for making such a great knife! It's tough and can take the punishment demanded of it when called upon. I think that I'll be ordering another one of your Bowie's of a different model later. I like those big blades. Keep up the great work Dan! Fred
he lives to buy another one from me too...
Hello Dan! It's good to hear from you. Yes, everything went well on the expedition and I once again returned in one piece! The weather was quite rainy while we were in the bush. It rains about 300 inches a year down there. Every river was a torrent. This time, I didn't wear leather boots, which stretch while constantly wet. I chose to wear a pair of nylon web boots with rubber soles. Kind of like Israeli Desert boots.These are quite practicle in the rain forest, as leather molds overnight and will rot with unexpected speed. Our indians and we went back into Deep River Valley where I and my Quetchi Mayan buddy had stumbled upon the two tombs sixteen years ago that had been cleverly hidden away from the sight of any looters. The tombs were still sealed and intact. Getting into one was a trick as we had to reverse the process that the priests had used two thousand years ago to seal it. This was done carefully so that the many boulders sealing it from above wouldn't fall into the verticle shaft of the tombs entrance, sealing the shaft solid and killing anyone below. As I'd hoped, the artifacts inside were undisturbed by animals or water. Everything was still in situ as it had been placed by the hands of those priests so long ago. It seemed as if they'd just recently left, but of course, those men have been dust for allmost twenty centuries.
My fine Worstenholm Bowie that you made for me was looked upon with envy by my Mayan friends. I lent it out to Roberto who is one of my two best friends in the village of Santa Anna. With it, he was able to insert the blade between the vertebra of an extremely large wild boar that had to be finished off quietly, breaking its neck and quickly killing it. A can of oil and a sharpener was all that was needed to keep my knife in top shape.
I had used it once to stop my rapid sliding down a treacherous slope above a 400 foot drop off of a cliff by plunging it into the ground of the slope as I fell down. The blade's length bit deep into the wet soil and stopped my uncontrolled sliding before I reached the edge of the cliff. I hung by it's handle until I was thrown a rope from above. Old man death was thwarted once again!
Thanks again Dan, for making such a great knife! It's tough and can take the punishment demanded of it when called upon. I think that I'll be ordering another one of your Bowie's of a different model later. I like those big blades. Keep up the great work Dan! Fred
Now I know I'm making you feel bad Brian, that is not my intent and far from it.. now I feel bad about it.. 