Not me. I looked at them, I saw the cost and the art, the strength; but I had no place for a sword unless I was suddenly filthy rich and got to buy one of everything found on the planet.
Dave Rishar did the definitive and now legendary trial of the HI Tarwar. I hope the cane furniture floated downstream and was used for heat fuel by the hobos. Wasn't much good for anything else after Dave initialed the peices. He warned us and did things with the Tarwar you're not really supposed to do. He was new then but even he understood the line he'd crossed. It wasn't just that his tests were beyond the practical, it was because they'd be at home in the Twilght Zone if you really want the truth, leaving me with a sloppy grin just reading about it.
I made arrangements with Yangdu to get a Tarwar. I wanted Sher to do it but Bura did the pounding. I don't know how those things get decided. He shaped it about as good as one can shaped, with special attention to the edge profile. Really convex, not much sabre there. It's a little over 29" and weighs about 37 ounces. I've no idea what that means in sword art but in my hand it moves pretty fast. Not as fast as could be. You accept that with the Tarwar; this blade is coming through. It's not fancy or racey, and can't dance. When the Tarwar is heading home though, it will strike home.
Just simply a delight to have around. Me, the non knife guy with a sword. I chopped some with it, held it with one and then both hands, getting a understanding of how it balances and what can be done with this tool.
Finally, after all these years, I sliced some air. I divided the vulnerable air.
So now the Tarwar will sit with me at the writing desk. There's a lot of rig-ma-roll around the desk, a lot of pure crap and disorder. Things get lost in the havoc, but not the Tarwar. It is going to sit with me as I write. Maybe a blue steel revolver will stop by now and then too. The Tarwar is my symbol of fighting against the odds, trying to cut through the red tape and mistunderstandings all too common in our world.
No, it won't stay balanced on the computer screen, but it'll stick around. Just like the Cherokee Rose, I've found a good place for it.
Almost forgot; after all the effort the Kami Bura put into it, when Yangdu took it from the packing box she discovered the handle cracked. The beautiful Neem wood. Yangdu sent a small disk of neem with the blade. I sanded some off, and mixed this with clear epoxy. Though the pictures are not as sharp as I'd wanted, you can still see the grain intricacy. Try and find the crack. With a little TLC, a wooden khuk or sword handle can be repaired quite easily.
(pictures to follow)
munk
Dave Rishar did the definitive and now legendary trial of the HI Tarwar. I hope the cane furniture floated downstream and was used for heat fuel by the hobos. Wasn't much good for anything else after Dave initialed the peices. He warned us and did things with the Tarwar you're not really supposed to do. He was new then but even he understood the line he'd crossed. It wasn't just that his tests were beyond the practical, it was because they'd be at home in the Twilght Zone if you really want the truth, leaving me with a sloppy grin just reading about it.
I made arrangements with Yangdu to get a Tarwar. I wanted Sher to do it but Bura did the pounding. I don't know how those things get decided. He shaped it about as good as one can shaped, with special attention to the edge profile. Really convex, not much sabre there. It's a little over 29" and weighs about 37 ounces. I've no idea what that means in sword art but in my hand it moves pretty fast. Not as fast as could be. You accept that with the Tarwar; this blade is coming through. It's not fancy or racey, and can't dance. When the Tarwar is heading home though, it will strike home.
Just simply a delight to have around. Me, the non knife guy with a sword. I chopped some with it, held it with one and then both hands, getting a understanding of how it balances and what can be done with this tool.
Finally, after all these years, I sliced some air. I divided the vulnerable air.
So now the Tarwar will sit with me at the writing desk. There's a lot of rig-ma-roll around the desk, a lot of pure crap and disorder. Things get lost in the havoc, but not the Tarwar. It is going to sit with me as I write. Maybe a blue steel revolver will stop by now and then too. The Tarwar is my symbol of fighting against the odds, trying to cut through the red tape and mistunderstandings all too common in our world.
No, it won't stay balanced on the computer screen, but it'll stick around. Just like the Cherokee Rose, I've found a good place for it.
Almost forgot; after all the effort the Kami Bura put into it, when Yangdu took it from the packing box she discovered the handle cracked. The beautiful Neem wood. Yangdu sent a small disk of neem with the blade. I sanded some off, and mixed this with clear epoxy. Though the pictures are not as sharp as I'd wanted, you can still see the grain intricacy. Try and find the crack. With a little TLC, a wooden khuk or sword handle can be repaired quite easily.
(pictures to follow)
munk
