My very few khuks are the best conversation pieces in my collection, people react differently...most kinda give a nervous smile and say "oh my...how very nice..." Some are pretty interested in them, and the more pragmatic minded folks kinda grunt and debate thier worthiness over a machete or an axe.
There was this one time though...I used to keep my 18 inch Sirupati in my range bag for cutting shooting lanes, building a fire, etc.
So I'd gone shooting with a co-worker. Had an okay time...Truth was I was trying like hell to get along with the guy and having little success. I'm big, easy going and down to earth, and he was small, high strung, and liked to show his ass... we were forced to work together-he really tended to test the limits of my normally calm temper, but...I digress...
So after shooting we're cleaning guns and talking a little bit, so there were AK-47's, AR-15's, SKS, short barreled shotguns, FN-FAL's, and a dozen other politically incorrect firearms scattered around the room. He and I were even having conversations that one wouldn't want to have with thier friendly neighborhood ATF officer.
And then I went to dig something out of my bag, which happened to be beneath my Sirupati. Good Lord, you coulda heard a pin drop when I pulled that thing out of the bag! His wife literally gasped, his eyes got big as saucers, and the immediate comments became "what are you going to do with a knife that big? That's not a brush cutter! that things vicious! you don't need a knife like that! etc. etc." there was NO AMOUNT of explaining that was gonna satisfy them! I left shortly thereafter (quite glad to show myself to the door, actually)
And the grand irony of it all? a couple months later the a$$hole tried to pull a pistol on me.

(turned out my first instincts about the guy were correct)