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...it's not digging me.
45 minutes of trail maintenance, brush clearing, and sapling removal went without a hitch, although I'll probably be feeling it tomorrow. I intentionally made a few bad cuts, the kind that worry me with the Kobra. No problem. The Siru took it like a champ. I took a few swings at a quarterpanel on my room mate's parts truck with the spine; aside from having to remove some automotive paint from my blade, no problems. I gave it one shot with the edge. It wouldn't shave afterwards but the blade wasn't damaged. Impressive, especially considering the length. (I'm going to have to do this again on film, now that I know it can handle it.) I had to vary my technique a bit though - this thing's just too heavy to flail with like the Kobra. Then again, I can't go hitting pickup trucks with my Kobra either.
Now, I don't normally get bit by khuks while working - the first rule of swinging khuks in my opinion is figure out where it's going to go and make sure no part of my body is there. I'm pretty strict about this and haven't had any issues. It's afterwards, during sharpening, steeling, maintenance, etc., that I occasionally get bit.
This Siru is out to get me.
I'm not kidding. Inside of five minutes, it bit me once on the hand, tried for the hand twice more (surface cuts, no blood - I was watching it by now), then went after my leg a few more times (sliced denim, no injury) - and that's just while I was steeling it. The damned thing grabbed ahold of the strop and came away with a few pieces...even the Bowie never tried anything like that. It then proceeded to slice my oil rag. It now gets oiled by spraying it down and throwing it in the scabbard.
I used to think the idea of blades - inanimate objects - being downright malevolent was foolish; then I got the Bowie and the Rose. We've had our ups and downs. The Rose gave up on me (or has gotten enough of me already), the Bowie still bears watching. (Especially after last week's little episode.)
The Siru downright scares me.
My rational side tells me that there's a perfectly normal reason for all of this - the blade's too long, somewhat awkward, very sharp, etc. The problem is that I'm no stranger to longer blades and the AK Bowie, the other problem child, is neither long nor awkward. The rest of my collection is pretty sharp and I haven't had any problems with them. Something's not right here.
Right now it's hanging up on my $20 Walmart gunrack-turned-swordrack, not six feet away from me. I feel like I'm being watched whenever I'm in the room with it. I almost get the impression that it's daring me to draw it - "Go on, pull me out. I'm gonna gitcha next time and you ain't gonna like it."
I'm looking forward to putting it to work again. I'm not looking forward to cleaning it afterwards. This one's shaping up as one of my favorites already.
45 minutes of trail maintenance, brush clearing, and sapling removal went without a hitch, although I'll probably be feeling it tomorrow. I intentionally made a few bad cuts, the kind that worry me with the Kobra. No problem. The Siru took it like a champ. I took a few swings at a quarterpanel on my room mate's parts truck with the spine; aside from having to remove some automotive paint from my blade, no problems. I gave it one shot with the edge. It wouldn't shave afterwards but the blade wasn't damaged. Impressive, especially considering the length. (I'm going to have to do this again on film, now that I know it can handle it.) I had to vary my technique a bit though - this thing's just too heavy to flail with like the Kobra. Then again, I can't go hitting pickup trucks with my Kobra either.
Now, I don't normally get bit by khuks while working - the first rule of swinging khuks in my opinion is figure out where it's going to go and make sure no part of my body is there. I'm pretty strict about this and haven't had any issues. It's afterwards, during sharpening, steeling, maintenance, etc., that I occasionally get bit.
This Siru is out to get me.
I'm not kidding. Inside of five minutes, it bit me once on the hand, tried for the hand twice more (surface cuts, no blood - I was watching it by now), then went after my leg a few more times (sliced denim, no injury) - and that's just while I was steeling it. The damned thing grabbed ahold of the strop and came away with a few pieces...even the Bowie never tried anything like that. It then proceeded to slice my oil rag. It now gets oiled by spraying it down and throwing it in the scabbard.
I used to think the idea of blades - inanimate objects - being downright malevolent was foolish; then I got the Bowie and the Rose. We've had our ups and downs. The Rose gave up on me (or has gotten enough of me already), the Bowie still bears watching. (Especially after last week's little episode.)
The Siru downright scares me.
My rational side tells me that there's a perfectly normal reason for all of this - the blade's too long, somewhat awkward, very sharp, etc. The problem is that I'm no stranger to longer blades and the AK Bowie, the other problem child, is neither long nor awkward. The rest of my collection is pretty sharp and I haven't had any problems with them. Something's not right here.
Right now it's hanging up on my $20 Walmart gunrack-turned-swordrack, not six feet away from me. I feel like I'm being watched whenever I'm in the room with it. I almost get the impression that it's daring me to draw it - "Go on, pull me out. I'm gonna gitcha next time and you ain't gonna like it."
I'm looking forward to putting it to work again. I'm not looking forward to cleaning it afterwards. This one's shaping up as one of my favorites already.