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Wednesday,February 8,1995 I was awakened by movement out in the bush. The weather was overcast with thick fog obscuring the area around me. I was filled with wonder, here in Kenya's Masai Mara.
The disturbance in the bush moved closer. I sat still. Soon a group of 7 giraffe emerged, slowly working a hillside thirty yards away, reaching high into each tree, grazing on its tender leaves. I was mezmerized.
What most amazed me was their legs; long and thin but muscular and solid as well. These were the legs of a most unusual and fantastic creature. The giraffe appeared regal and aloof - unafraid as through the fog he momentarily gazed at me from on high.
That my knife is adorned with a giraffe bone handle gives it a place of honor in my collection. Those who denigrate giraffe bone as a handle material may know all about giraffe bone attributes and qualities... but I'm afraid they may not know the Giraffe.
The disturbance in the bush moved closer. I sat still. Soon a group of 7 giraffe emerged, slowly working a hillside thirty yards away, reaching high into each tree, grazing on its tender leaves. I was mezmerized.
What most amazed me was their legs; long and thin but muscular and solid as well. These were the legs of a most unusual and fantastic creature. The giraffe appeared regal and aloof - unafraid as through the fog he momentarily gazed at me from on high.
That my knife is adorned with a giraffe bone handle gives it a place of honor in my collection. Those who denigrate giraffe bone as a handle material may know all about giraffe bone attributes and qualities... but I'm afraid they may not know the Giraffe.
