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Here is one of my Rockhouse Trail bowies that I delivered at the SOS show last weekend. Terrill Hoffman did a super job, as usual, with the pictures that he took.
This one had a 10" blade of forged W2. The hamon had some of the most subtle activity of any that I have done so far. The fittings are 416 Stainless and the handle is stag.
In case you are wondering about the name of the bowie. I live in mid western Illinois. Most of the geographical features are of very flat farm ground slowly falling away to the creek bottoms that lead to the river about 25 to 30 miles away. However close to where I grow up there is a large field of approximately 2500 acres and right in the middle is what appears to be a wooded area, this is called rockhouse by the locals. When you hike into this wooded area it is very dense at first, as most of the forests are here. But as you go along in there it starts changing rapidly into a very rocky area, once you make it to the center it is actully solid rock bluffs over looking a natural spring that has a 5' waterfall and then meanders on out slowly regaining the normal features of the area. It is just kind of a geographical oddity if you stopped there. But once you climb down the bluffs, which by the way is no easy feat, there are some small caves that go back just maybe 10 or 15 feet into the bluffs. Once you get to looking around on the walls you see names and dates chiseld into the wall going as far back as the very early 1800's. It is a very interesting place that at the time of some of the early dates would have been right in the middle of the some huge tracts of forest. Anyway it after this that I I named the bowie.
This one had a 10" blade of forged W2. The hamon had some of the most subtle activity of any that I have done so far. The fittings are 416 Stainless and the handle is stag.
In case you are wondering about the name of the bowie. I live in mid western Illinois. Most of the geographical features are of very flat farm ground slowly falling away to the creek bottoms that lead to the river about 25 to 30 miles away. However close to where I grow up there is a large field of approximately 2500 acres and right in the middle is what appears to be a wooded area, this is called rockhouse by the locals. When you hike into this wooded area it is very dense at first, as most of the forests are here. But as you go along in there it starts changing rapidly into a very rocky area, once you make it to the center it is actully solid rock bluffs over looking a natural spring that has a 5' waterfall and then meanders on out slowly regaining the normal features of the area. It is just kind of a geographical oddity if you stopped there. But once you climb down the bluffs, which by the way is no easy feat, there are some small caves that go back just maybe 10 or 15 feet into the bluffs. Once you get to looking around on the walls you see names and dates chiseld into the wall going as far back as the very early 1800's. It is a very interesting place that at the time of some of the early dates would have been right in the middle of the some huge tracts of forest. Anyway it after this that I I named the bowie.
