seeing as I'm such a lover of the blade I too will add some of mine to the cause. These pictures were taken in the warroom of Fort K. The Last Bastion of Hope and the lighting leaves much to be desired. Sorry about the picture quality.Here goes:
This is a shot of some of my goodies and is not even scraping the surface. There is a carbonsteel hawk as well as a Cold Steel trail hawk. An Undertaker Bowie knife by frost(bought in the early 90's Frost's quality seems to have taken a nosedive since) A WW2 trench knife. This knife was given to my father who in turn gave it to me(he worked at VA westside in chicago and befriended a veteran who fell at wake island) A Special forces survival knife in surgical steel. This knife has been in my possession the longest(scouting some 20 years ago) A winchester Bowie knife which was a surprisingly good buy for what I paid for it. A Fiskars camp Hatchet(it does have a hollow handle almost up to the head and comes with an injection molded sheath)
The next set of pictures are of my sword. It is also WW2 era and was also gifted to me from my father who traded memorabilia as well as cash for it when I was a child. This is also a good time to mention this object is one of the two I have held that have prompted a reaction from me. I think there is something to psychometry and believe to have been a party to it when I first held theis blade. Not that the blade itself were evil but a deep sense of dread(like I felt this thing had been used. Know what I mean?) The second time was with a firearm. Maybe I am crazy but I think not.
This is my sword now.I have totally redone the tsuka myself( rewrapped the handle as well as securing the same' rayskin to the hilt) The addition of a new tsuba as well as washers and a brass peg. I also purchased a saya seperately. Cut it to length and added a brass throat as well as a custom painjob and have completed it. I have also given the sword a name which is secret. I will hower assure you with a solemn promise: Who/whatever feel the kiss of this blade will be imparted with its name as a parting gift before it speeds them to the Underworld.
This next additon is a WW2 machine forged blade. I bought it intending to build the hilt myself out of red oak as well as adding a tsuba and fittings. When this is done it will need a scabbard and a name as well.
For the price I paid for it I think it will be a nice project. And when I have finished it will take its honorable place in my arsenal.
This last set is of a priceless blade in my opinion. It is a Kunimitsu sword. Forged in 1272 in the bizen province of Japan(no doubt on a mountaintop by the light of the full moon in full Shinto regalia) By the smith Kunimitsu. This purchase was made after a lengthy search through several reputable dealers. After it was purchased I took it to be appraised and was plesantly surprised at not only the blades authenticity as much as the price it was worth on an open auction( for the price I paid it was a steel-Ha!ha!) The only bad part is the lack of historical lineage(who owned and wielded it before me) This knowledge in my opinion would make it even more priceless in my eyes. This is History and mare then 700+ years of it by my reckoning. Imagine what it has seen. Who wielded it? Where did it come from before I got it? This kind of thought provokes visions of Honorable warriors in my mind. Warriors who lived by a code in a time when Honor meant something as well as a life of service to ideals and one's lord. This is the stuff of legend as well as song and story. And it's all mine!
I hope you guys and gals enjoyed the show. Check You Later.BOB
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