Stalker62
Well-Known Member
I had long admired a knife that a pal of mine carried. Point of fact, (see what I did there?) that pal once sat on that knife, and snapped the blade.
He sent it back to the maker, who repaired it 'free of charge'. Now that is service.
So when the time came for me to 'treat' myself, I made contact with this knife maker, and asked him to do his thing.
He made me a pair of stalking knives, with handles (to my request) that resembled 'fingerprints' (sic) and with Blue as a nod to my old game.
I thought them rather lovely.
They also came is a 'bespoke' sheath.
The first outing they had, I took a decent Roe Buck; but as a consequence got these beautiful knives covered in blood and snot.
I was mortified. I cleaned them up, and put them away to keep them for 'Sunday best'. Nonsense I know.
Anyhoo.
Fast forward a couple of years and the knife maker contacts me.
"I understand you are going to Africa soon. Do you want to take one of my knives and test it out?"
Well it would save me getting my knives dirty, (or more likely lost).
"I would be delighted to, but I am leaving tomorrow, and so your knife needs to get to me by noon tomorrow".
The Postie threw it over the gate as I was loading the car, to make the run to the airport. I stuffed it into my bag.
The knife made it to Africa (Limpopo) and was used in earnest, both in the field and back in the skinning shed.
I managed not to lose it. A rare event.
I made contact with its owner to arrange its return.
"You are off to the Highlands this Autumn - keep hold of it until then. Try it out up there"
I did.
Again it did its thing.
Somehow or other I managed to again not lose it.
I really must get it back to its owner, but first I have an appointment down in Southampton to get my new (to me) Peli case lined with foam, and I need a template for the knife.
He sent it back to the maker, who repaired it 'free of charge'. Now that is service.
So when the time came for me to 'treat' myself, I made contact with this knife maker, and asked him to do his thing.
He made me a pair of stalking knives, with handles (to my request) that resembled 'fingerprints' (sic) and with Blue as a nod to my old game.
I thought them rather lovely.
They also came is a 'bespoke' sheath.
The first outing they had, I took a decent Roe Buck; but as a consequence got these beautiful knives covered in blood and snot.
I was mortified. I cleaned them up, and put them away to keep them for 'Sunday best'. Nonsense I know.
Anyhoo.
Fast forward a couple of years and the knife maker contacts me.
"I understand you are going to Africa soon. Do you want to take one of my knives and test it out?"
Well it would save me getting my knives dirty, (or more likely lost).
"I would be delighted to, but I am leaving tomorrow, and so your knife needs to get to me by noon tomorrow".
The Postie threw it over the gate as I was loading the car, to make the run to the airport. I stuffed it into my bag.
The knife made it to Africa (Limpopo) and was used in earnest, both in the field and back in the skinning shed.
I managed not to lose it. A rare event.
I made contact with its owner to arrange its return.
"You are off to the Highlands this Autumn - keep hold of it until then. Try it out up there"
I did.
Again it did its thing.
Somehow or other I managed to again not lose it.
I really must get it back to its owner, but first I have an appointment down in Southampton to get my new (to me) Peli case lined with foam, and I need a template for the knife.
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