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Well I admit they make damn good companions on a hike in the woods. But there is more.
Last Thanksgiving we had a little philosophical symposium on the subject of giving. Insights and quotes from wise ones who went before were shared. I carried a lot away from that meal.
They can rust. Bugs can eat the scabbards. We have heard through the years of the disappointed forumites whose khukuris have been stolen. I fear that the people who think they can escape with chrome in the steel, or kydex scabbards, or a fearsome demeanor and electronic security systems, are mistaken.
I had a khukuri that I treasured. It was a WWII with a chandan handle. The chandan was very old before it ever took the form of a khukuri. Kami Sherpa himself had repaired a crack in the handle. The balance was exquisite, and the handle was properly sized for a western hand. The knife had split wood for me on numerous occasions, accompanied me on a snowy campsite in mountains, and removed the head of an animal that fed both me and my son. I wondered how I could safely keep such a knife.
I gave it away.
Last Thanksgiving we had a little philosophical symposium on the subject of giving. Insights and quotes from wise ones who went before were shared. I carried a lot away from that meal.
Lay not up for yourselves treasures upon earth, where moth and rust doth corrupt, and where thieves break through and steal.
They can rust. Bugs can eat the scabbards. We have heard through the years of the disappointed forumites whose khukuris have been stolen. I fear that the people who think they can escape with chrome in the steel, or kydex scabbards, or a fearsome demeanor and electronic security systems, are mistaken.
All that you have shall someday be given; therefore give now, that the season of giving may be yours and not your inheritors Surely he who is worthy to receive his days and his nights is worthy of all else from you.
I had a khukuri that I treasured. It was a WWII with a chandan handle. The chandan was very old before it ever took the form of a khukuri. Kami Sherpa himself had repaired a crack in the handle. The balance was exquisite, and the handle was properly sized for a western hand. The knife had split wood for me on numerous occasions, accompanied me on a snowy campsite in mountains, and removed the head of an animal that fed both me and my son. I wondered how I could safely keep such a knife.
I gave it away.
All that is not given is lost.