Its just a matter of hours now, or even minutes I guess. Just a matter of time before that FedEx truck rolls up to deliver my first Busse. My very own, mint condition, Busse Nuclear Meltdown Fusion Battle Mistress. It has been a long time coming, a very long time. From writing Jerry himself this month last year to months of calls and countless emails, to finally working something quite unconventional out a whole year later, it all seems like a lot of time, effort, and money spent on a piece of steel.
Today though it will all come to an end. It will arrive. Though each day before this was plagued with what some would call an obsession, I think the pursuit of something you want is part of what living is all about. I am writing this now I suppose to share this experience, and more so to gather my own thoughts. It is not how I expected it to be. That pre-christmas jitters so many talk about is not what I am feeling. I feel nervous. Did I just make a mistake? Is this knife really worth it? Will it be everything I need it to be in the field? Will it last through the years?
I know the only way is to press on and try it out. But when one gives so much for something (not just monetary mind you) at the end you find yourself asking, when did the goal become the quest instead of the prize at the end, and what worth does the prize at the end have when there is no more to it than a piece of steel in your hands. Perhaps much like a trophy at the end of the seasons games. Through this year long process I have come across interesting and challenging individuals alike. I have learned a thing or two and I have realized a few things about myself as well. I can only hope that I might have had a positive impact on at least one of the people who were involved in this. Though I regret nothing, I fear that I will regret choosing this knife to be the one I carry with me.
Those that I have been in close contact with know that I am a buy once buy right kinda guy. Did I make the right choice? Perhaps my mistake was buying a Busse in the first place, I know I have a high potential to be one of those guys that can claim I am part of the addiction. That was a joke by the way.
I would be lying if I said a part of me didnt wish that that truck never arrives. I suppose a part of me doesnt want the quest for a NMFBM to end. It seems easier. I think it all boils down to me fearing this knife will disappoint. But no, its not about the knife is it? There will be other knives out there. Its the journey in between, and the people we meet along the way. A knife is a knife, it can be a trophy, or a symbol, I hear some people even use them as tools! And this hallmark postcard of a post has gone on long enough. Its time to take that mistress and see just what shes made of. Make or break, Im sure it will be one hell of a journey. Dan, Thank you. Lets hope that truck makes it This time.
Oh, if anyone can throw out some info care tips like dealing with rust, sharpening, etc etc, that would be great.
Today though it will all come to an end. It will arrive. Though each day before this was plagued with what some would call an obsession, I think the pursuit of something you want is part of what living is all about. I am writing this now I suppose to share this experience, and more so to gather my own thoughts. It is not how I expected it to be. That pre-christmas jitters so many talk about is not what I am feeling. I feel nervous. Did I just make a mistake? Is this knife really worth it? Will it be everything I need it to be in the field? Will it last through the years?
I know the only way is to press on and try it out. But when one gives so much for something (not just monetary mind you) at the end you find yourself asking, when did the goal become the quest instead of the prize at the end, and what worth does the prize at the end have when there is no more to it than a piece of steel in your hands. Perhaps much like a trophy at the end of the seasons games. Through this year long process I have come across interesting and challenging individuals alike. I have learned a thing or two and I have realized a few things about myself as well. I can only hope that I might have had a positive impact on at least one of the people who were involved in this. Though I regret nothing, I fear that I will regret choosing this knife to be the one I carry with me.
Those that I have been in close contact with know that I am a buy once buy right kinda guy. Did I make the right choice? Perhaps my mistake was buying a Busse in the first place, I know I have a high potential to be one of those guys that can claim I am part of the addiction. That was a joke by the way.
I would be lying if I said a part of me didnt wish that that truck never arrives. I suppose a part of me doesnt want the quest for a NMFBM to end. It seems easier. I think it all boils down to me fearing this knife will disappoint. But no, its not about the knife is it? There will be other knives out there. Its the journey in between, and the people we meet along the way. A knife is a knife, it can be a trophy, or a symbol, I hear some people even use them as tools! And this hallmark postcard of a post has gone on long enough. Its time to take that mistress and see just what shes made of. Make or break, Im sure it will be one hell of a journey. Dan, Thank you. Lets hope that truck makes it This time.
Oh, if anyone can throw out some info care tips like dealing with rust, sharpening, etc etc, that would be great.
And, if you find it's not the right one for you, you aren't without options. :thumbup: As for it being a Busse...well, I'm a fanboi, LOL...but they make great knives! 
