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Received my copy of Jason Knights Founders Bowie today, and its wonderful.
At the ricasso, the W2 blade measures a massive .350 thick by my caliper. At the start of the swedge grinds, the thickness drops to .32, and from there to the ice-pick point the taper is the most extreme thing Ive ever seen. The visual impact of the taper quickly faded from my attention once I took up the knife and felt its heft and balance. Even though the balance point is two inches out from the guard face, the weight of the piece seems to settle solidly in my hand right behind the guard.
Its a powerful feeling of controlled heft. I find the feeling hard to describe--as if I could just as swiftly and gracefully stab a gherkin from a jar or chop through a fence post with casual strokes. Its the kind of feeling I dont want to go away, which means the necessity of putting the knife down to go on with ones life is a mild irritation. (Actually...not so mild.
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Coop has already given us some beautiful glamour shots, so here are a couple of snapshots of mine just to show dimensions from a neutral point-of-view, a little sunlight igniting the tiger maple, and a spine shot to give an impression of the taper. Sorry for the quality, but I didn't want to put this off.
This is a mans knife. :thumbup:
Oh--just a note of explanation on the single guard, as the rest of these all had double hilts as advertised. I came up $50 short of meeting JP's price, so he docked me one quillon.
At the ricasso, the W2 blade measures a massive .350 thick by my caliper. At the start of the swedge grinds, the thickness drops to .32, and from there to the ice-pick point the taper is the most extreme thing Ive ever seen. The visual impact of the taper quickly faded from my attention once I took up the knife and felt its heft and balance. Even though the balance point is two inches out from the guard face, the weight of the piece seems to settle solidly in my hand right behind the guard.
Its a powerful feeling of controlled heft. I find the feeling hard to describe--as if I could just as swiftly and gracefully stab a gherkin from a jar or chop through a fence post with casual strokes. Its the kind of feeling I dont want to go away, which means the necessity of putting the knife down to go on with ones life is a mild irritation. (Actually...not so mild.
Coop has already given us some beautiful glamour shots, so here are a couple of snapshots of mine just to show dimensions from a neutral point-of-view, a little sunlight igniting the tiger maple, and a spine shot to give an impression of the taper. Sorry for the quality, but I didn't want to put this off.
This is a mans knife. :thumbup:
Oh--just a note of explanation on the single guard, as the rest of these all had double hilts as advertised. I came up $50 short of meeting JP's price, so he docked me one quillon.