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Well, this arrived yesterday,

And inside was this, notice both boxes were a little crinkled, thanks FedEx!

And inside both was this, the Ontario SP-10 Raider Bowie.

For future reference: I feel the need here, to disclose the fact that this knife was won by me in a generous contest offered by Ontario Knives. I will try and be objective as possible. I just felt the need to point that out. No other affiliation. Just lucky!
This is a large knife. A knife that I am sure would get and hold the attention of either Jim Bowie or Evans Carlson. It is that impressive. What a chunk of steel.
As I reached in and picked up the knife, up a bolt of lightning came down and struck the corner of my outhouse. Not sure what that was about?
I am not going to bore you with a lot of spec talk. It is what it is. What matters most to me and most other folks that actually use a knife, is how it works. The blade is 9.75" it is just over a quarter inch thick. And it is 1095 steel. For those guys who have to have all the specs, here is a link to Ontario's Raider Bowie page; http://ontarioknife.com/fixed-blades/sp10-marine-raider-bowie-detail They say it better than I could anyway.
First impressions, it is large, and slightly heavy. No kidding right!
But after holding it for a bit you notice the balance is quite good for a big knife.
The balance point is a little more than an inch in front of the guard. Right where you would want a big chopper to be.
For some reason the Men at Work song "Down Under" popped into my head. Perhaps it was my fondness for the Crocodile Dundee Flick. Where Mick utters one of the greatest movie lines ever. "That's not a knife, This is a knife"
Folks, I am here to tell ya, "This is a knife"
But back to the song. In my excitement of getting to know my new friend I fumbled it slightly. This is definitely not a knife you want heading point first toward your feet.
Hence the first stanza of "Down Under"
Travelling in a fried-out Kombi
On a hippie trail, head full of zombie
I met a strange lady, she made me nervous
She took me in and gave me breakfast
This knife just seems well suited to that heavy trail head. And while Zombie holds a different meaning for the folks in Oz, I think the Raider Bowie would be competent in dealing with either version. For me she is a strange Lady, and she makes me nervous.
All this talk of breakfast is making me hungry, More later,
I will continue to update this thread as I get familiar with my new Raider Bowie!!

And inside was this, notice both boxes were a little crinkled, thanks FedEx!

And inside both was this, the Ontario SP-10 Raider Bowie.

For future reference: I feel the need here, to disclose the fact that this knife was won by me in a generous contest offered by Ontario Knives. I will try and be objective as possible. I just felt the need to point that out. No other affiliation. Just lucky!
This is a large knife. A knife that I am sure would get and hold the attention of either Jim Bowie or Evans Carlson. It is that impressive. What a chunk of steel.
As I reached in and picked up the knife, up a bolt of lightning came down and struck the corner of my outhouse. Not sure what that was about?
I am not going to bore you with a lot of spec talk. It is what it is. What matters most to me and most other folks that actually use a knife, is how it works. The blade is 9.75" it is just over a quarter inch thick. And it is 1095 steel. For those guys who have to have all the specs, here is a link to Ontario's Raider Bowie page; http://ontarioknife.com/fixed-blades/sp10-marine-raider-bowie-detail They say it better than I could anyway.
First impressions, it is large, and slightly heavy. No kidding right!
But after holding it for a bit you notice the balance is quite good for a big knife.
The balance point is a little more than an inch in front of the guard. Right where you would want a big chopper to be.
For some reason the Men at Work song "Down Under" popped into my head. Perhaps it was my fondness for the Crocodile Dundee Flick. Where Mick utters one of the greatest movie lines ever. "That's not a knife, This is a knife"
Folks, I am here to tell ya, "This is a knife"
But back to the song. In my excitement of getting to know my new friend I fumbled it slightly. This is definitely not a knife you want heading point first toward your feet.
Hence the first stanza of "Down Under"
Travelling in a fried-out Kombi
On a hippie trail, head full of zombie
I met a strange lady, she made me nervous
She took me in and gave me breakfast
This knife just seems well suited to that heavy trail head. And while Zombie holds a different meaning for the folks in Oz, I think the Raider Bowie would be competent in dealing with either version. For me she is a strange Lady, and she makes me nervous.
All this talk of breakfast is making me hungry, More later,
I will continue to update this thread as I get familiar with my new Raider Bowie!!
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