Quote Originally Posted by Archangel
an ebay store carries it and will ship to Canada, so getting it isn't the problem. just trying to figure if I really want it. I'm old school that way, I was raised with knives, especially the skean dhu, as near sacred. "let it drink blood each time you unsheath it", my mother is so weird. It's like the kukri thing.
I don't have toy knives, well, we got practice ones after I had to rush best friend to hospital when he missed blocking my "really good move". Now, when I have to instruct on knives, I use a red marker.

here's the ebay link: http://cgi.ebay.com/ws/eBayISAPI.dll...tem=6538724812
We have something in common. That whole "every time you pull it out let it drink blood" thing.

When I was a boy, prolly about 8 years old or so, maybe older, I had an Uncle (A Viet Nam vet) teach me the finer points of pig sticking. He used live steel as a motivator to get me to learn. And boy did I learn. After two cuts and a puncture wound, I was really on my toes. He had dull knives, but still pointy... They hurt! I lived with him for almost half a year. I even managed to draw blood on him a few times. I found out later in my life that he was a Ranger. He killed himself shortly after I left him. He had passed his skills on to somebody that was blood, which was important to him, and removed himself from the world that had become strange to him.

He had problems. He was kind to me, and a nice guy, great with kids. Bad with other people. He had horrible nightmares. He would scream some times for no reason at all, clutching his head and stomping his feet. He said he could still hear the his boys dying. When I got older, I understood. His was a very sad life. I can only guess what must have happened to make him so.

He taught me how to fight. I knew how to fight and quite well by that age, but he refined me. I am still very, very skilled with pigstickers of all types. I have a stilleto switchblade that has tasted a lot of blood in it's life. I learned how to throw knives. I learned a lot from him. Learned how to take care of my self. Learned how to use both hands while fighting.

It's funny how a simple phrase can bring up so many memories.