flava said:Mr. Fikes, it's a pleasing surprise to see you here!
If you want to see the knife I used for that cutting, you can take a look here http://www.bladeforums.com/forums/showthread.php?p=3490561
It is the carbon steel one at the begining. There are some pics of a big damascus one at the bottom, played with it a few months ago ... too bad the wife didn't let me sell her car to buy it.The good news is I managed to save the pics
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Flava,
Please call me Jimmy. All my friends do. Then there are people who call me names that I could only get away with repeating in the 'Whine and Cheese' Forum. Glad you got a chance to play with both Bowies. It always tickles me when I hear of some of my old pieces that are being *used*. That big damascus Bowie was made in 1983, I think, and is definitely big. I remember it as having a blade a bit over 13 inches long and about 2 wide. The carbon steel knife was made around that time, as well.
Funny story about the big damascus Bowie. Man calls me from France. Wants to know if I remember such-and-such a knife (the Bowie). I say that I do... and go into detail describing it. He asks if it's a 'real' knife. I say yes. Tell him that the blade was fully tested at the time it was made. He asks again... just to make sure... because he's thinking of flying to N. Dakota to purchase the piece and doesn't want a 'display only' item. I assure him that the knife will cut, is tough, etc. Then he asks if he can visit me at my house / shop on his way back to France, and if I will sharpen the Bowie and test it while he watches. I say sure... and ask him to let me know when to pick him up at the airport. He arrives. I sharpen the knife and get ready to whang it into a tree. I see the man is getting very, very pale. He is just about in shock that I'm going to test the knife even though I told him I remembered it as being a very good blade. Before he can tell me to stop, I start knocking chips out of the tree... lopping bushes... whacking limbs. Finally stopped cutting and walked over to the poor fellow, who was sweating bullets, and gave him the knife. Said to him, "Now YOU cut." From tentative little taps into limbs he finally worked up to really laying into things. Afterward, I cleaned the knife for him and sent him on his way, a very happy camper to *know* he could trust that knife to be a *knife*. You may know the man. His initials are JLS... and if you ever see the old so and so, tell him I said hello.

And my apologies for hijacking this thread. I talk too much.
Jimmy the Grouch
