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Well, one of my most prized knives came home today from Dan Koster's magic shop after a 3 month vacation. The HI kerambit is a special knife to me, and I have no idea why. It trails behind my go to AK bowie and my Sarge/KPH as a favorite blade. The AK bowie is an HI SAK. I can do anything with it and it packs so nice
The Sarge/KPH is they handiest fixed blade I have ever had the pleasure to own. I go into panic attacks when I forget to stick it in my back pocket for work (not a problem anymore thanks to a very good friend of mine). But the Kerambit...why? Why am I drawn to this knife so much. I can't chop with it, it's too big as an EDC, i'm not a martial guy. Actually, i'm more likely to cut myself badly cleaning it than anyone else in a life or death fight. Still the curved profile calls to me as does the fullered blade, the bloody sandalwood slabs, and the simple SOS. I even gave it name. Moses. Ad Astra gave me the idea when I said the kerambit was "...like Moses parting the Red Meat." Thanks, Mike. It's cool name for a cool knife
This knife comforts me when I find myself walking around in a questionable part of town. Usually the weight of the blade disappears in the breast pocket of my jacket until I feel the imagined eyes of those whom would wrong me burning holes in the back of my head. As my heart begins the race and my ears ring I feel my the cold slab of steel and wood wrapped in an animal's skin pressed against my chest. I calm down. The Incubi peering from the shadows don't know that I have 5" of razored claw within a second's reach. They don't know I have a knife that cannot be dropped, cannot be taken away, and will not stop defending me until the bad things go away or I bleed out. Fate will decide that...not them. I've gone from a target to a trap. Let me be on my way. Read my posture. There are easier targets that I.
Munk wrote a great couple of posts a few months back about using a kerambit in a brawl in the back ally of a hong kong bar. That how I feel when I pack around my kerambit. You guys oughta look it up. it's a great read. Kind of like a private eye novel where you know the hero is going to get jumped and it's going to turn into a very rotten day for the bad guys involved.
My kerambit never looked so good. Dan breathed new life into a blade that had been used for everything. From lopping 1" tree limbs to opening cans of tomato soup (couldn't find the can opener and got...angry). The sheath he designed..wow, so simple yet so perfect. If i can take some pics of it I'll get them posted.
I can never find the digital cam that i bought my lovely better half last year. I'm pretty sure a gnome keeps borrowing it and putting it where i can't find it. Ewehadot Lasste is his name, i guess. Everytime I ask the future Mrs. "Hon, where's the camera?" "Ewehadot Lasste" is the answer i always get So this gnome has my camera, and i can't find it anywhere.
The sheath is great. A nice soft rich brown hide that holds the blade firmly, but doesn't stick. It rides weak side (my left) with the handle at a 45 degree angle. This allows me to reach over with my right and draw the knife for the 99.99999% of the time chores it will be used for. OR, under the worst of conditions, my sinister hand can grip it index finger through the ring and deliver a very fast slash. I put it just behind my second beltloop. I can snug it up all the way to that loop for easy access, or push it back and the rig disappears in the small of my back. No more fumbling in my breast pocket.
So, if any of you guys out there love your kerambit as much as I do, i suggest you talk to Mr. Koster. He did a heck of job for mine.
Now, if you'll excuse me, I have to go down to Johnny Chew's and have a little talk. Wouldn't ya know it. He wants me to come in the back door. Com'on, Moses.
Jake
The Sarge/KPH is they handiest fixed blade I have ever had the pleasure to own. I go into panic attacks when I forget to stick it in my back pocket for work (not a problem anymore thanks to a very good friend of mine). But the Kerambit...why? Why am I drawn to this knife so much. I can't chop with it, it's too big as an EDC, i'm not a martial guy. Actually, i'm more likely to cut myself badly cleaning it than anyone else in a life or death fight. Still the curved profile calls to me as does the fullered blade, the bloody sandalwood slabs, and the simple SOS. I even gave it name. Moses. Ad Astra gave me the idea when I said the kerambit was "...like Moses parting the Red Meat." Thanks, Mike. It's cool name for a cool knifeThis knife comforts me when I find myself walking around in a questionable part of town. Usually the weight of the blade disappears in the breast pocket of my jacket until I feel the imagined eyes of those whom would wrong me burning holes in the back of my head. As my heart begins the race and my ears ring I feel my the cold slab of steel and wood wrapped in an animal's skin pressed against my chest. I calm down. The Incubi peering from the shadows don't know that I have 5" of razored claw within a second's reach. They don't know I have a knife that cannot be dropped, cannot be taken away, and will not stop defending me until the bad things go away or I bleed out. Fate will decide that...not them. I've gone from a target to a trap. Let me be on my way. Read my posture. There are easier targets that I.
Munk wrote a great couple of posts a few months back about using a kerambit in a brawl in the back ally of a hong kong bar. That how I feel when I pack around my kerambit. You guys oughta look it up. it's a great read. Kind of like a private eye novel where you know the hero is going to get jumped and it's going to turn into a very rotten day for the bad guys involved.
My kerambit never looked so good. Dan breathed new life into a blade that had been used for everything. From lopping 1" tree limbs to opening cans of tomato soup (couldn't find the can opener and got...angry). The sheath he designed..wow, so simple yet so perfect. If i can take some pics of it I'll get them posted.
I can never find the digital cam that i bought my lovely better half last year. I'm pretty sure a gnome keeps borrowing it and putting it where i can't find it. Ewehadot Lasste is his name, i guess. Everytime I ask the future Mrs. "Hon, where's the camera?" "Ewehadot Lasste" is the answer i always get
So this gnome has my camera, and i can't find it anywhere.The sheath is great. A nice soft rich brown hide that holds the blade firmly, but doesn't stick. It rides weak side (my left) with the handle at a 45 degree angle. This allows me to reach over with my right and draw the knife for the 99.99999% of the time chores it will be used for. OR, under the worst of conditions, my sinister hand can grip it index finger through the ring and deliver a very fast slash. I put it just behind my second beltloop. I can snug it up all the way to that loop for easy access, or push it back and the rig disappears in the small of my back. No more fumbling in my breast pocket.
So, if any of you guys out there love your kerambit as much as I do, i suggest you talk to Mr. Koster. He did a heck of job for mine.
Now, if you'll excuse me, I have to go down to Johnny Chew's and have a little talk. Wouldn't ya know it. He wants me to come in the back door. Com'on, Moses.
Jake
I wish I had the space for more firearms. My next house is going to have LAND. At least 6 or 7 acres and place to test/hone/try all the stuff I've been cramming in my noodle from you guys' posts. Guns, bows, battery powered BB guns. You name it
If it's not too much trouble, can we get an official ruling on this?