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Okay, let me start this thread by saying that I am a HUGE fan of the Wave, and can't imagine carrying a defensive knife without the Wave. There is nothing faster and nothing more impressive than a practiced Wave draw. Once mastered it seems like the most naturally fluid of all motions. I worship the Wave.
However,...I have both witnessed and heard tales of many interesting Wave encounters. Here's the one that cuts closest to home for me;
I'm right handed and took fairly naturally to the Wave on my Commander. Within an hour of taking my new Commander out of the box, I had a really clean Wave draw 9 times out of 10. So, happy with my newfound Commander skill, I went over to a knife buddy's house to show him what all the fuss was about.
My friend Doug is a no bull**** kinda guy. As soon as I arrived at his home, he said "Show me." I drew the Commander back horizontally with a fairly impressive "whoosh-snap!" and Doug's eyes bugged. He simply said "Again", so I repeated the draw for him. Now he was nearly giddy and said "Let me try! I gotta try that!"
Problem: Doug is a lefty. I gave this about 2 seconds worth of thought and clipped the Commander to my left pocket. I then drew the Commander horizontally forward with a "whoosh-snap!" and said to Doug "Draw it like that since you're a lefty, okay? And be careful not to re-circumsize yourself." Doug nodded affirmative, all the while wondering to himself if Emerson makes a left-handed Commander.
So, Doug places the Commander into his left front pocket, and as he prepares to draw it, his fiance's German Shepherd bounds into the room curiously. "Whoosh-click-SLICE!" Uh-oh. The dog caught the belly of the Commander dead center with his big wet nose.
The big shepherd whimpered for an instant, but otherwise seemed to have no clue as to why the kitchen floor was becoming puddled with blood.
Two problems;
1. Doug's fiance hates knives.
2. Doug's fiance loves her dog and her cat.
So it became fairly obvious to us that the only safe way out of this was to blame it on the cat.
We concocted this long complex story about how the cat was sleeping on the dog's bone, and when the dog poked at the cat to retrieve his bone, the cat went ballistic and sliced the dog's nose wide open, straight down to the bone. Accidents and misunderstandings like this happen all of the time, right? It's no ones fault. The animal kingdom is an imperfect place, right? Yeah, try telling all of this to a lady who had her cat de-clawed only 3 months prior to all of this.
Needless to say, Doug never got his lefty Commander, and I don't bother going over there to show off my toys anymore.
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Eric
(aka Ed Jezz)
The best toys are the ones that you can put an eye out with.
However,...I have both witnessed and heard tales of many interesting Wave encounters. Here's the one that cuts closest to home for me;
I'm right handed and took fairly naturally to the Wave on my Commander. Within an hour of taking my new Commander out of the box, I had a really clean Wave draw 9 times out of 10. So, happy with my newfound Commander skill, I went over to a knife buddy's house to show him what all the fuss was about.
My friend Doug is a no bull**** kinda guy. As soon as I arrived at his home, he said "Show me." I drew the Commander back horizontally with a fairly impressive "whoosh-snap!" and Doug's eyes bugged. He simply said "Again", so I repeated the draw for him. Now he was nearly giddy and said "Let me try! I gotta try that!"
Problem: Doug is a lefty. I gave this about 2 seconds worth of thought and clipped the Commander to my left pocket. I then drew the Commander horizontally forward with a "whoosh-snap!" and said to Doug "Draw it like that since you're a lefty, okay? And be careful not to re-circumsize yourself." Doug nodded affirmative, all the while wondering to himself if Emerson makes a left-handed Commander.
So, Doug places the Commander into his left front pocket, and as he prepares to draw it, his fiance's German Shepherd bounds into the room curiously. "Whoosh-click-SLICE!" Uh-oh. The dog caught the belly of the Commander dead center with his big wet nose.
The big shepherd whimpered for an instant, but otherwise seemed to have no clue as to why the kitchen floor was becoming puddled with blood.
Two problems;
1. Doug's fiance hates knives.
2. Doug's fiance loves her dog and her cat.
So it became fairly obvious to us that the only safe way out of this was to blame it on the cat.
We concocted this long complex story about how the cat was sleeping on the dog's bone, and when the dog poked at the cat to retrieve his bone, the cat went ballistic and sliced the dog's nose wide open, straight down to the bone. Accidents and misunderstandings like this happen all of the time, right? It's no ones fault. The animal kingdom is an imperfect place, right? Yeah, try telling all of this to a lady who had her cat de-clawed only 3 months prior to all of this.
Needless to say, Doug never got his lefty Commander, and I don't bother going over there to show off my toys anymore.
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Eric
(aka Ed Jezz)
The best toys are the ones that you can put an eye out with.