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On one dark, foul and gloomy Saturday afternoon, I was given the go ahead. I said my final prayers, and much like a sniper in his element, zeroed in on my target and squeezed the button. The click almost startled me. Immediately after a small message popped up on my screen. "Thank you for your purchase at ******.com!"
Fast forward 3 days. The box with the smile sat almost gloating at my front steps. I picked it up, unlocked the door and proceeded, only to settle into preparing for the event which was unfold. Using a Manix 2 LW, I carefully split apart the tape and unfolded the cardboard box. There it was. Sitting there in its beautiful red and black box, the beast was waiting. I opened it, and picked up what I had been waiting for for days. My first impression, well, was dismal.
Queue the sky falling sound effects.
Here I sit, utterly disappointed with the thing I had wanted for so long. I flipped the blade the first time, and the clink of the lock reassured me that there was still hope. I immediately replaced the completely lackluster edge that came on my blade, and went about my day. I used the knife to prepare hard foods, such as carrots and potatoes, I used it to sharpen stakes for a ground blind, and I used it to scrape off some goo which had accumulated in my trusty Jeep. I just couldn't fall in love with it. But, knowing my previous experience with Spyderco, I persevered for a few weeks.
Slowly, steadily and almost unknowingly, I found myself reaching for the blade. I bEgan using it for everything. It became instinctive to clip it in my pants in the morning. The transformation was inevitable. I knew it had to be. By the second month, the knife had become part of me. It wasn't just another thing I had, it became a part of my life which I throughly loved. I learned to use the blade shape to my advantage. I even put my own touches on it. I dyed the handle and heat anodized the screws and clips.
However, this knife is a beast. It is strong, it is tough. It is not a scalpel. It is not a razor. It is meant to be used. I don't like the edge I have to settle for on it. However, I do not use it for that. I use it as my hard use knife. It is a good whittler, it is a splitter, it is amazingly useful, just not for what I do a lot of.
Now, that doesn't mean I don't use it. It gets used and used well. But there are limits to its effectiveness. Do not expect to carve delicate little ivory figures with it. Do not expect to make pretty little paper ribbons with it . Expect to give this knife hell. Expect to make it earn it's keep. But most of all, give it time. Not all people love this knife, but I do, and I would like you to give her a whirl if you get the opportunity.
Thanks for reading -Tink
Fast forward 3 days. The box with the smile sat almost gloating at my front steps. I picked it up, unlocked the door and proceeded, only to settle into preparing for the event which was unfold. Using a Manix 2 LW, I carefully split apart the tape and unfolded the cardboard box. There it was. Sitting there in its beautiful red and black box, the beast was waiting. I opened it, and picked up what I had been waiting for for days. My first impression, well, was dismal.
Queue the sky falling sound effects.
Here I sit, utterly disappointed with the thing I had wanted for so long. I flipped the blade the first time, and the clink of the lock reassured me that there was still hope. I immediately replaced the completely lackluster edge that came on my blade, and went about my day. I used the knife to prepare hard foods, such as carrots and potatoes, I used it to sharpen stakes for a ground blind, and I used it to scrape off some goo which had accumulated in my trusty Jeep. I just couldn't fall in love with it. But, knowing my previous experience with Spyderco, I persevered for a few weeks.
Slowly, steadily and almost unknowingly, I found myself reaching for the blade. I bEgan using it for everything. It became instinctive to clip it in my pants in the morning. The transformation was inevitable. I knew it had to be. By the second month, the knife had become part of me. It wasn't just another thing I had, it became a part of my life which I throughly loved. I learned to use the blade shape to my advantage. I even put my own touches on it. I dyed the handle and heat anodized the screws and clips.
However, this knife is a beast. It is strong, it is tough. It is not a scalpel. It is not a razor. It is meant to be used. I don't like the edge I have to settle for on it. However, I do not use it for that. I use it as my hard use knife. It is a good whittler, it is a splitter, it is amazingly useful, just not for what I do a lot of.
Now, that doesn't mean I don't use it. It gets used and used well. But there are limits to its effectiveness. Do not expect to carve delicate little ivory figures with it. Do not expect to make pretty little paper ribbons with it . Expect to give this knife hell. Expect to make it earn it's keep. But most of all, give it time. Not all people love this knife, but I do, and I would like you to give her a whirl if you get the opportunity.
Thanks for reading -Tink
