Hi Guys:
I don't post much but I've been around a long time. Always enjoyed the friendly camaraderie shown by the Cantina's visitors, old and new. I expect that is the legacy of Bill Martino, whose character and spirit still fill the atmosphere here.
I still have my two and only big knives...the old shop '504' sirupati selected for me by Bill...and a nice Gelbu he also practically gave me, because of cracks in the handle. They're still lopping and chopping, and astounding people who look at the thick spines of these Nepalese masterpieces and then are suprised by the razor-sharp edges. Nothing beats them!
My Gelbu hangs on a hook beside the bed, in a special loose sheath I made for it. A comfort, knowing it's there. Comes the unwelcome visitor, it's quicker than the rifle in the corner or the pistol in the night stand drawer. Grasp, rip, poke, chop, clean up.
I don't post much but I've been around a long time. Always enjoyed the friendly camaraderie shown by the Cantina's visitors, old and new. I expect that is the legacy of Bill Martino, whose character and spirit still fill the atmosphere here.
I still have my two and only big knives...the old shop '504' sirupati selected for me by Bill...and a nice Gelbu he also practically gave me, because of cracks in the handle. They're still lopping and chopping, and astounding people who look at the thick spines of these Nepalese masterpieces and then are suprised by the razor-sharp edges. Nothing beats them!
My Gelbu hangs on a hook beside the bed, in a special loose sheath I made for it. A comfort, knowing it's there. Comes the unwelcome visitor, it's quicker than the rifle in the corner or the pistol in the night stand drawer. Grasp, rip, poke, chop, clean up.
