It's my birthday tomorrow and I had the day off today, so I looked up a load more reference pictures, draw and doodled a whole lot, read my Bible and prayed. Then my wifey's family all came over - 3 Grannys and a Papa. My father-in-law and I had a joint party (his birthday was on Monday), so we had a great mexican pizza lasagna thing followed by an enourmous cake with our combined age in candles. 73. It was ridiculous. There was more fire than cake at one point.
Presents were opened and a piñata was decimated (my first). My wifey got me this little bad boy.
Yea. That's the Bear Grylls Ultimate knife by Gerber. It's incredible. All I'm doing at the moment is pulling it out and putting it back in the sheath, but come tomorrow (and/or the weekend after), it'll be helping me fish. Whether that's just cutting line or skinning and gutting the things, I don't know yet.
It is a fixed blade knife, so it's ideal for heavier work than the folding blade knives, the bottom half of the blade is serrated which will give me a nice start when I'm cutting things up, leaving the top of the blade good for skinning and slicing. There's a notch on the back of the blade which I can use in combination with the small flint stick slotted in the sheath to get some sparks for a fire. Then there's the sharpening plate on the back of the sheath and instructions for land to air signals and a pocket-sized 'priorities of survival' leaflet. On the lanyard is an emergency whistle and the bottom of the knife handle is steel so I can smash things as well as cut things. Finally, there are two small holes on the handle nearer the blade so I can fasten the knife to a stick and have a makeshift spear if the need should arise.
It's amazing.
I also got a nice lot of fishing gear and another present coming tomorrow - on my real birthday. It's been a break in tradition for me, as I normally wait to open things (I still have the presents from my parents sitting on my shelf. They've been there for three weeks), so my excitement is lasting legitimately for two days! Three if you count whatever happens at church on Sunday.
I just wanted to stop by and say goodbye as a 24-year-old manboy. I'll be back to say hi as a 25-year-old manboy soon enough.
Thanks for reading. I appreciate your time, I truly do.
Peace.
