By my calculations it should be about 14 months, give or take.
Well, true story be told. It was a dark and stormy night a few years back on lake Erie. The waters rose up in anger it seemed against my friends and myself. Paddle and kick, row and wail. All for naught, the inky black waters swallowed all my firearms and all my steel.
I've stayed away for years hoping to appease the gods of the deep and not incite their fury again.
Now, I gingerly touch a toe to the water and purchase a blade.
Most of this comes from last weekend which I spent in Chicago where I had my face about 1 inch from a honest to goodness Ulfberht sword (the glass wouldn't flex any more than that) at the Chicago museum.
Makes me think of the Khuks and ESEE's and the old skool buckmaster I used to have before the angry brine took them from me.
I guess there were a few benchmades and maybe a couple puma's too. Oh, quite a few swiss army knives too. And old old schrades. The cold steel spikehawks I cut the spike off, re-hardened and polished down too.
Anyway, all that's gone. I have two butterknives and maybe soon a KLVUK.
It's so bad I can't even cut a sandwich in half over here.