Knife Memories

Got myself a new Cold Steel LTC Kukri back in the day.

Took it camping right off the bat. Couldn't wait to cut up some wood for the campfire with this beast. Headed straight for a pile of wood that was deposited on the bank of the river, determined to get some scratches in that black coating. Found a likely limb jutting out of the pile, and took a mighty swing.

The Kukri went straight through the wood, kept going right through my pantleg, through the skin and came to rest on my shin bone.

Had to hike out and get stitched up before we could continue the chopping/firewood gathering/camping shtick we started. Don't know why, but my blood seemed pretty thin at the time and just wouldn't quit pouring out of the wound. Thank goodness all the alcohol I'd drank dulled the pain somewhat.

Kind of a sad commentary on my knife hobby, but most of my memorable experiences come with some sort of blood loss on my part.
 
My best knife memory was the Springfield MO NAKCA show. Paul Basch had a knife hidden in each hand and let the two kids with me "pick a hand", girl first and gave each a knife. Then he let me chicken eye and coon finger a William Scagel folder. I didn't know who he was, but could tell it was a special knife. A few tables away I got to chicken eye and coon finger a pearl handled, custom ordered, Tony Bose 4-blade stockman. I also didn't know who he was at the time. To top it off, on the way home, we won a red velvet cake in the cake walk at a small town's July fair. :)
 
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