Fallkniven A1 overview

I'm in agreement with everyone being that I look forward to the new Pro Series and having no concerns as to the use of the Lam. Co. ..........but darn the thickness of the blades.............thanks jfk for your comments on the Jolt and Volcano
 
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That's my main concern as well. But they apparently thinned out the convex edge, so hopefully that makes up for it?
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I talked to Eric from Fallkniven through Facebook.

"Thanks Eric, I'm also really curious about the thick geometry and the refined edge. Is that just the ICE grind on the pro series to compensate for the thicker stock?"

"That is correct the edge is improved to compensate the thicker steel, but I would not call it ICE edge, as the edge is not thin enough to call ICE. To the untrained eye it seems to be about the same as the regular A1,S1,F1. But in another steel Lam.CoS. //Eric."


The "ICE" grind is on the Kolt knife

It reads from the website

The edge is convex, pretty thin so called ICE edge, improved convex edge
 
I just got done with a sweet wilderness hike and camp in the Columbia River gorge area.

It really kicked my butt.

It was only 6 miles too :O but with 3800 ft elevation.

We got to camp at dark in a wet forested area with a small clearing of flat forest floor covered in wind swept pine branches.

The exhaustion was unreal, I was ready to sit against a tree and fall asleep.

Now the fun begins, I turn on my headlight and I pulled out an old friend



I'm always dumbfounded by how this expensive piece of steel and polymer can inspire such great confidence in me.

I just feel a foolish sense of security when my trusty A1 is by my side.

It's not like I'm guaranteed a fire, or a proper shelter when I have it.

But my mind is at ease with such a capable tool at my side.

I force myself off the ground. It's time for the fun.

There is something eerie about being in the middle of the wilderness at night.
It's easy to psych onesself out about possible unseen dangers, which is good for survival instinct if kept from paralyzing fear and auditory hallucinations of unseen predators stalking in the shadows.

My shelter is constructed it takes a longer then I like and I'm always upset that I didn't purchase a fancy tent that could set up in moment.

My mind is numb with fatigue as I set up a ridge line for a tarp. The rain could start at any moment and the last thing I want is to be cold for the night.
I remember the knots as I tie them not as fluid as when I'm sitting on couch. Some of them take a few tries to get right. I'll have to train more. Nature seems to be forgiving tonight and I'm not punished for my ineptitude

I carve some stakes from small wet pine branches off the forest floor.

This is something I enjoy doing when I'm rested, after a long wet slog though I'm always wondering why I don't just buy those fancy MSR groundhog stakes.




My shelter is compete.

Fire is a luxury especially with how wet everything is; its akin to being thristy but surrounded by salt water.

I could probably have a flamethrower and still not get a fire going without the right knowledge.


I find several standing dead pine trees.

I fell them with my $20 Corona saw
I then buck it into sections and split the big knotty pieces with my $45 Fiskers axe.
My mind wanders to how funny it is that $65 worth of tools bares the brunt of my labor.




There is a huge safety violation in using an axe at night. Let alone being fatigued.

One mistake and I bleed to death in the wilderness alone.
Returned to the ecosystem man has thought to escape from.

I cannot condone other people doing this. Lots of risk.

However, I'm using a high power black diamond 320 lumen headlamp. A real Daylight Canon.

I've also honed my axemenship to a high level of precision that only an over obsessive madman would care to.

If only I could apply this talent to less trivial things.

My strikes are accurate and devastating.

A huge rush of pleasure rushes over me

This is my twisted since of pure ecstasy
My body is electrified
My breathings controlled
My mind is as focused as a machine.



The knots are no match as each blow systematically picks apart each piece and each piece with its own challenges as I break apart each wild deformed cylinder of organic matter with calculated strikes of power.







My task is completed, I move to the next before the disappointment of no more wood to split hits me.

I buck the smaller pieces with a saw so they baton easier into smaller kindling.



I piace a piece of bark on the wet dirty ground to protect my hair popping edge on the my blade.

It's time old friend.

I give the A1 a good solid whack to seat the blade in the flush saw cut wood. Another hard solid whack echos though the dead silence of the night. A massive split is formed in the wood.


This is one of my favorite attributes of a convex grind, its the same satisfying sensation as kicking a door open with brute force.

My work continues and I can't help but to take pride in how that stainless steel blade glows through all the wet dirt and grime. Impervious to nature.


My dry kindling is completed.

I begin to limb a large branch to use as a rake and shovel.

Laser beam sharp, a single whack at the base of each branch fullfils my desire.




I clean the area with the giant stick.


I then begin my fire lay.


An upside down fire should do the trick.


I quickly lay my pieces into a ziggurat of soon to be warmth.

I've saved my driest, knot free pieces for and my sharpest knife for the final task, making feathers.

I take my time to carve each one
My hands are possessed by unseen forces, in a trance I follow the secret ritual to summon fire from the wet environment.
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I crown my masterpiece with the feathers and a strange since of satisfition yet trepidation conflicts within me. Will this work? Did I waste my time?

I allow a small grin to crack on my face
Although confident with a ferro rod it was time to use my version of overkill.


After, I watch as the fire burns in slow motion, the wet air refusing to let this disturbance take place.


My fingers tingle and my eyes are wide open accepting all available data.

The smallest error or lack of action could make everything for not.

The kindling begins to creep and dance with fires majestic glow.

I watch as my creation begins to grow.

Wet or dry my fire will burn




The fire burns and I enjoy a hot meal and a beverage.

Beyond words.


I then marvel at my tools, each one the right tool for the job.
Each one a mighty warrior at my command.
Each one an extension of my mind to manufacture my environment.







Hours pass, the fuel extinguished I creep to my fortress and settle in for the evening.

My final preparations are made. I lay in my shelter.

My mind wanders to the teeth and claws of a desperate mountain cat that could wake me from my careless slumber, I hold my A1 close and sleep with a smile knowing that whatever feasts on me will join me to fertilize the forest floor.

The Fallkniven A1 is without a doubt one of my favorite knives of all time.

It's the best stainless steel survival knife in the world.

But I make no delusions, its simply a tool.
The mind is what makes the tools function and I have lots to learn.


If wilderness adventure could be embodied into an object it would be this knife.


My Fallkniven A1 Pro is currently in the mail, my expections are high.Will it live up?
 
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Inspiring and great writting DeadboxHero! Seems like you had good fun! It doesn't have to be funny... to be funny!
 
Excellent knife,I own A1 and F1,and used A1 littlebit,my perfect fixed blade,although I wish it was made of tool steel,or laminated tool steel.Its an expensive knife,thats why I use my couple Moras and kitchen knives with no problems.The one I am getting next will be F2 !
 
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