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- Nov 25, 2005
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I have always dreamed of owning a Randall Model 18 with the hollow handle and the sawteeth. I have visions of carrying it on my hip for everyone to see and having it save the day during the next crisis. Living off the land with my trusty companion. Then one day I happened across a Cold Steel Kukri light. Now it wasn't pretty like the Randall, more like the girl next door, plain and simple. No frills. Good enough to spend the rest of my life with, or so I had thought. That was ten years ago, the kukri light long since gone. Last week I saw a Khadka AK. Sent Yangdu a pm. Paid for the kukri with my visa and waited. When it got here I opened it up. I was amazed at its charm. It was certainly prettier than the Cold Steel. I took it out to do some comparison chopping against a machete and it won hands down. It is sexier than the Randall could ever be. For the longest time now I have wanted an expensive Randall over the less costly Chris Reeve because I just can't get into a plain looking knife with no character like the Reeve. To me the Reeve is one awesome knife but there lacks the uniqueness that I need, a personality so to speak. In time the Randall will age beautifully and take on marks and scratches that will remind me of stories and situations. I cannot envision that coming from a Reeves knife. With the HI khukuri I have I can already 'see' the stories that it has. Every day when I pick it up and look at it I hear another story about when we were out chopping a tree or saving the world from evil. It is magical. I cannot explain it, when I try I am at a loss for words. The people were right when they said that 'my' knife would find me.