Well, I sent an email to Taylor's attempting to retrieve some information about the mystery wood covers on my Eyewitness lambfoot. I'll, of course, keep you all posted on my findings!
Since I blew the entire wood wad yesterday on Two-blade TEWsday, I delved into the flock for another wood-hafted lamb and came up with this Joseph Rodgers for Wood Wednesday.
All in all, a pretty poor effort IMO. The blade has some warp toward the pile side which makes the uneven centering even more noticable and sharpening a dicey proposition. Additionally, the glued construction is probably less than ideal from a longevity standpoint, the action is heavy for a knife of its size, and less smooth then I'd prefer even after copious oiling and manipulation - also, the lack of tang stamps makes it feel a bit "cheap".
I like its svelte pinless and bolsterless appearance, the steel construction, the nice dark wood covers, and I reckon that's about all.
What I really, really dislike about it is the bizarre "broken" angle that the blade sits at in relation to the handle. I think it looks perfectly dreadful and makes an otherwise serviceable knife hideously unattractive. Oh, and where's my stovepipe kick?
In (perhaps unfair) comparison, Charlie's lamb got the angles just right in my estimation. Everything flows. The spring side of the handle flows into the spine. The well side of the handle flows into the blade. All the features look like they're working together and, I believe, that attention to detail translates into an increase in enjoyment in use. In my book, that's a practical benefit. I believe that if you enjoy the tool you're using, you'll use it more consciously and thus with increased safety and efficiency.
In other news, USPS remains an abject catastrophe and Jeremy's slip remains at large. Hopefully tomorrow. I think USPS must be frightened of the Royal Mail discovering their ineptitude as I had a recent package from the UK arrive in four days, while another recent package, from Vermont, took 9 days and a detour through scenic Arizona to arrive. When advanced AI replaces their utter bungling, I'll simply sip my chai tea and lean back into my rocking chair with a knowing smile upon my grizzled visage.