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- Dec 12, 2002
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Well friends,
I just received my new native a couple of days ago and little did I know that I would soon be defending myself against 2 1/2 pounds of pure sauce dripping meaness.
The work day was going like any other as I watched over the city's water lifeline. Phone calls, pump operations and paperwork were occupying my time. Just as I decided to go ahead and skip lunch. When my wife walks in with a lemon herb rotisseried chicken. Seeing that it was either me or the bird I quickly one hand opened my new S30V Native and squared off against the beast. The first few minutes were dicey and my opponent and I circled one another each waiting for an opening in the others defenses. Seeing my chance I lunged forth and sliced off a leg and thigh which I quickly devoured. Hah! I had my opponent on the run, no but wait , with a quick flip of a wing the foul bird scores a hit on my shirt. A long line of lemon herb sauce. Grrrr
this was no chicken it was a fighting eagle. I had been marked but I was'nt out of the fight yet! Quickly switching to a reverse grip I sliced off a breast (my favorite part) and munched away. "There take that!" I taunted. Things looked to be going my way and soon I'd have this bird reduced to bones. But my cockyness got the best of me as the dirty bird pulled a old trick and dashed a blob of spicy sauce in my left eye. Backing away quickly I slashed back and forth with my blade to keep the bird back while I cleared my eyes. This fight was going on longer than I had anticipated. I was slowing down and filling up too soon. Could this be too much bird for me? 
Soon it was obvious that I was slowly losing ground against my tenacious opponent. My jabs became weaker. My chewing slower. I knew that soon it would be all over with.
I had given the good fight, there was no shame in this defeat. As darkness desended upon this weary warrior I saw a glimmer of light. A coworker of mine had just walked in. Seeing my chance I called him over and we "tagged up" and Bob took the battle to the bird, vanquishing him. The day was ours!!
Thanking him for the timely rescue. I cleaned my trusty Native of it's battle ichor and admired it's gleaming edge. Then I put it back in my pocket. It was now ready for the next battle. Thusly the day was saved, the foe defeated, and peace returned due to the strength of two hungry men and my Spyderco native!
I just received my new native a couple of days ago and little did I know that I would soon be defending myself against 2 1/2 pounds of pure sauce dripping meaness.
The work day was going like any other as I watched over the city's water lifeline. Phone calls, pump operations and paperwork were occupying my time. Just as I decided to go ahead and skip lunch. When my wife walks in with a lemon herb rotisseried chicken. Seeing that it was either me or the bird I quickly one hand opened my new S30V Native and squared off against the beast. The first few minutes were dicey and my opponent and I circled one another each waiting for an opening in the others defenses. Seeing my chance I lunged forth and sliced off a leg and thigh which I quickly devoured. Hah! I had my opponent on the run, no but wait , with a quick flip of a wing the foul bird scores a hit on my shirt. A long line of lemon herb sauce. Grrrr
this was no chicken it was a fighting eagle. I had been marked but I was'nt out of the fight yet! Quickly switching to a reverse grip I sliced off a breast (my favorite part) and munched away. "There take that!" I taunted. Things looked to be going my way and soon I'd have this bird reduced to bones. But my cockyness got the best of me as the dirty bird pulled a old trick and dashed a blob of spicy sauce in my left eye. Backing away quickly I slashed back and forth with my blade to keep the bird back while I cleared my eyes. This fight was going on longer than I had anticipated. I was slowing down and filling up too soon. Could this be too much bird for me? Soon it was obvious that I was slowly losing ground against my tenacious opponent. My jabs became weaker. My chewing slower. I knew that soon it would be all over with.I had given the good fight, there was no shame in this defeat. As darkness desended upon this weary warrior I saw a glimmer of light. A coworker of mine had just walked in. Seeing my chance I called him over and we "tagged up" and Bob took the battle to the bird, vanquishing him. The day was ours!!
Thanking him for the timely rescue. I cleaned my trusty Native of it's battle ichor and admired it's gleaming edge. Then I put it back in my pocket. It was now ready for the next battle. Thusly the day was saved, the foe defeated, and peace returned due to the strength of two hungry men and my Spyderco native!
