Hey Recon,
Those Gurka House folks are "good people."
When I ordered my blade, there was a computer glitch (via my ISP) and Craig went to
work on it as soon as he found out--little did I know he was hundreds of miles away on
vacation.
I'm the proud owner of two Gurkha House khukris: a Service Number One, and World
War model. I use both of them for everything from fishing, to brush clearing. While none
of mine are brass handled; rest assured that Ghurka House is a *great company* to deal
with and Im sure youll like what you paid for as I did. I just wish the Marines would
ship him home from Central America so he can get back to work on my request for a 20
GH khuk!
-Endaxi
Orlando, FL
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Saturday, July 31, 1999
Day off today.
No big thing, but worth mentioning...
Seven miles from the nearest paved road--deep into the sticks of Floridas Tosohatchee
state wilderness reserve. Mosquitoes were light, no snakes. Walking on a trail next to a
canal...I get that ear-bending somethings wrong feeling. I stop walking...then
something glides into my peripheral vision--on the right, down below. I turn to see a
gator thats bigger than me, gliding behind like a shadow. This far from asphalt, Id
usually be armed in case something goes wrong; but its the state parks rules. I start
walking, listening for the slightest splash. The trail split away from the water a hundred
feet further, but nothing happened--Im here writing this. The assurance of that big
khukri on my hip prevented my dread, just what wild things use to sort out whats easily
had.