I never really liked them.Thought they were impractical and regarded them as jewelry. Then somebody gave me this:
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Well, it was made from tool steel, and sharpened by a fella who makes his living using sharp things. It was also made from a really hard wood that grows near my birthplace in southern CA. The kicker is that it was made by a guy who commands the highest respect from me on a number of levels. And I have never met him, nor even heard his voice. Maybe he sounds like Don Knotts or Mortimer Snerd, but probably not. At any rate, he's a tremendously talented craftsman, a horseman, and a hunter who treads far from the beaten path and into true wilderness, and if he says "Try this" I jolly well jump.
So, yeah, I put it on and out I went for three weeks. Under the shirt, under the bino strap and the quiver strap. I really hate things around my neck. I never noticed it until I wanted a blade. There it was, handy and quick, and wicked sharp. You know what really bugged me about it?
When I came back, I couldn't wear it to work.
Post Office frowns on sharp stuff.
Killdeer