Unreal. People amaze me. How about Big B, the bushie from Bushcraftville, right next to take-a-leap lake?
Am I not practicing bushcraft, woodslore, camping, survival, or whatever the vogue term of the moment is unless I carry a knife designated by the gods of bushcraft? Oh well. I guess I'll keep doing whatever I want since no one tells me what to do.
Keep your name for this great knife.