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I've been looking for it for the last few days. After a several-day deluge, no mail. So I eagerly awaited my Crow knife.
I told Staff Sergeant Apala that I'd help him with the mail, and we had a lot of it- half of which went to just one man, Major Mark Roper. Geez. He must be treating that woman right, or something. I knew we *had* to have loaded most of the packages in the truck, when the sergeant walked out with another armload. I spotted a familiar triangular package.
"That one's mine, isn't it, Sergeant?"
"Uh, why, yeah, Shirley, it is."
"It's a knife. A big, honkin' knife."
"Why do you need that?"
Um...
"I collect 'em."
I opened my Crow while still in HHC's office, in case they needed to examine my goods, as SSG Morrell always does (though Sergeant Bennett says he's just looking for cookies). The box had a lot of empty space, but still...
I finally managed to get it out of the careful wrapping, and dropped the cut and torn newspaper and tape. My god. I pulled it out.
Wow, what a knife. Beautiful. I hefted it. The pommel angle can not only make a striking surface for the merciful among us, but it would help prevent the handle slipping from your hand if wet or swung very hard. The spine at the base is about 1/3", and this blade feels good.
The first sergeant wanted to see it. He was impressed, but as I handed it to him, he asked, "Is this one of them kukris?"
"No, first sar'nt, but it's made by a company in Nepal that does mostly make kukuris."
"That's a hell of a knife." Everyone agreed.
It is a hell of a knife. Solid, but fluid enough to be quite fast, with practice, and without the delicate feel the Cherokee Rose has. This is an anvil with an edge, and it feels almost as sturdy as my trusted kuks, but with more utility for fighting. The tip of the blade says it's more a slasher than a stabber, but it'll work fine for the latter, too.
I took some pictures. Unfortunately, in my excitement, I forgot to wipe the oil off the blade. Maybe tomorrow.
THIS IS A GREAT KNIFE!
John of the understatement
Well, maybe a teaser:
I told Staff Sergeant Apala that I'd help him with the mail, and we had a lot of it- half of which went to just one man, Major Mark Roper. Geez. He must be treating that woman right, or something. I knew we *had* to have loaded most of the packages in the truck, when the sergeant walked out with another armload. I spotted a familiar triangular package.
"That one's mine, isn't it, Sergeant?"
"Uh, why, yeah, Shirley, it is."
"It's a knife. A big, honkin' knife."
"Why do you need that?"
Um...
"I collect 'em."
I opened my Crow while still in HHC's office, in case they needed to examine my goods, as SSG Morrell always does (though Sergeant Bennett says he's just looking for cookies). The box had a lot of empty space, but still...
I finally managed to get it out of the careful wrapping, and dropped the cut and torn newspaper and tape. My god. I pulled it out.
Wow, what a knife. Beautiful. I hefted it. The pommel angle can not only make a striking surface for the merciful among us, but it would help prevent the handle slipping from your hand if wet or swung very hard. The spine at the base is about 1/3", and this blade feels good.
The first sergeant wanted to see it. He was impressed, but as I handed it to him, he asked, "Is this one of them kukris?"
"No, first sar'nt, but it's made by a company in Nepal that does mostly make kukuris."
"That's a hell of a knife." Everyone agreed.
It is a hell of a knife. Solid, but fluid enough to be quite fast, with practice, and without the delicate feel the Cherokee Rose has. This is an anvil with an edge, and it feels almost as sturdy as my trusted kuks, but with more utility for fighting. The tip of the blade says it's more a slasher than a stabber, but it'll work fine for the latter, too.
I took some pictures. Unfortunately, in my excitement, I forgot to wipe the oil off the blade. Maybe tomorrow.
THIS IS A GREAT KNIFE!
John of the understatement
Well, maybe a teaser:
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