That was just the start - I've dumped the crappy handle in favour of a paracord wrap and built a sheath from coroplast and tape.
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And my purchases today were a new fishing pole, reel and line which cost far more than I planned to spend as I only went in to the shop for some lures. Some duct tape and paracord for the parang mods.
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I have no hesitation in assuming that you are actually the secret cult leader of some underground Chinese movement that comes out occasionally to fish, drink, and make sure the underbrush is cleared.
Edit: After talking with my father, who's grandfather served with the Gurkah of Nepal I'm told this is a Kukri blade, not a parang. The Parang hails from Malaysia while this blade is from Nepal / Pakistan region. I also got some great stories about the blades history but this isn't the thread for those.
My mother, for some obscure reason or another, used to scare me half to death when a kid by threatening me with 'Gurkahs' if she needed to get something done by me.
"I'll call the Gurkahs!" she used to say, with vivid descriptions of fierce, maniacal eyes and rather sharp knives they would produce at a moment's notice.
Though I grew up to learn that Gurkahs couldn't be summoned instantly with their kukris to discipline wayward adolescents, I still remain wary of them. And their kukris. Which is why I, myself, thought of Gurkahs when I first saw your knife.
Yep, that's a double French horn (F and B flat) on the left. My alto trombone is peeking into the top right. Not pictured are my 2 tenor trombones, bass trombone, euphonium, mellophonium, and frumpet. The only reason I can afford all of them is because I get a lot of them for ridiculously cheap on eBay, but bass and tenor trombone are how I make most of my living.
Thank you. 👍 Frumpet, eh? Like you actually get to play that? When? When you go hunting foxes?
Didn't Rossini write flugel horns into the
William Tell overture? Or was that von Suppe's
Light Cavalry . . ..
I did get a new concert flute recently - but it wasn't purchased; a friend of mine brought it over for me from overseas.
I am looking at a few more musical instruments, though - and there is a second-hand store near me that has a tempting array of them. The shopaholic syndrome . . .