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ORION KNIVES - A New Kid on the Block!!!

2009-07-30T12:09:00.006-05:00

There is a new custom knife maker on the scene, their knives are quite impressive. The following is a description of the operation:

Orion Knives is a dedicated maker of handcrafted sporting knives for the outdoorsman who knows the value of quality equipment. With over 20 years experience in blade fabrication, grinding, and finishing, Orion Knives uses only the finest materials to produce our knives. We offer a variety of handles in manmade materials, hardwoods and natural antlers and each knife comes with a natural pouch-style leather sheath. Our knives are backed by a lifetime warranty against defects in materials and workmanship. No matter where your next outdoor adventure takes you, our classic knives will feel like an old friend, never leaving your side!

Orion Knives is a small, eight-person operation located in Coopersville, Michigan, about 20 minutes northwest of Grand Rapids and close to the shores of Lake Michigan. Orion’s roots are in a company called Reid Tool Design, a business run by Jeff Cothery, which has been making specialty hand tools and industrial cutting tools since the early 1960’s. Reid has also been grinding knife blades for a few different knife makers for a number of years now as well. With that kind of background, it seemed only natural that they try their hand at the knife market themselves and in 2006 Orion Knives was born.

Check out some of their knives:

DROP POINT HUNTER W/ CARIBOU HANDLE

K2 CAPER W/ ELK HANDLE

WS-A WOODSMAN SKINNER W/ CARIBOU HANDLE

You can see more of their offerings at Orion Knives.

Of course you can also see them at High Caliber Knives.

Gerber Slate Assisted Folding Knives W/ Implements

2009-07-25T23:02:00.005-05:00

Gerber Knives has created two new players in the “all in one” handy pocketknife. These fast opening folding pocket knives also have two screw drivers and a bottle opener in the handle. The great thing about these folding knives is that the extra tools don’t add extra thickness to the piece. These pocket knives are handy and inexpensive and reasonably well made.

000133 Slate

000134 Slate

You can find them at: www.highcaliberknives.com

Here is Gerber’s info on these knives:
The rapid opening Slate brings F.A.S.T. technology and extra implements to a smart little package. This over-achiever will impress it’s looks, screw drivers and bottle opener.

F.A.S.T. - A proprietary name that stands for Forward Action Spring Technology: Spring assisted blade opening mechanism designed for Gerber by custom knife maker Butch Vallotton.

Features:

Thumb Stud
Textured Inlays
Lanyrad Hole
Employs F.A.S.T. Technology
Includes Cross Head, Flat Head Drivers, File, Bottle Opener and Lanyard Hole

Specifications:

Blade Length: 3.00″
Overall Length: 7.10″
Weight: 5.60 oz.
Handle: Machined Aluminum

LET US REMEMBER!

2009-06-21T22:34:00.009-05:00

Here are some photos depicting what we are fighting for. Let us not forget those who have or do serve!!!

Truly Awesome Rock There is a huge rock near a gravel pit on Hwy.25 in rural Iowa. For generations, kids have painted slogans, names, and obscenities on this rock, changing its character many times. A few months back, the rock received its latest paint job, and since then it has been left completely undisturbed.

Flying Old Glory at Pearl Harbor.

Trooping the Color
The guided-missile cruiser USS Normandy (CG 60) approaches the guided-missile destroyer USS Bainbridge (DDG 96) for a sail pass while under way in the Indian Ocean on Sept. 18, 2007.

Flags
The submitter writes, "The image shows Kennesaw National Battlefield, at night, on 11 Sept. 2006. One flag for each person killed was placed on the battlefield." (Kennesaw, GA)

Prayer Circle
This says it all!!!

KERSHAW "SPEED SAFE" ASSISTED OPENING KNIVES

2009-06-10T01:06:00.003-05:00

Custom knifemaker, Ken Onion, began his quest to design the perfect knife as a Marine machinist. After years of R&D he created his first Speed Safe knife. Today, Ken Designs a custom selection of knives for Kershaw both with the patented Speed Safe torsion bar system for assisted opening and without. His personal involvement ensures each Onion meets his high standard for quality.

What is Speed Safe? It is the patented, assisted opening system built into many of Kershaw's best selling Ken Onion knives. Speed Safe assists the user to smoothly open the knife with a manual push on the blade's thumb stud or Index open system. The Index Open uses a protruding portion of the blade's finger guard to give the uses an alternate to the thumb stud. The user manually pulls back on the protrusion with the index finger to open the blade.

The heart of the Speed Safe system is its torsion bar. Closed, the torsion bar helps keep the knife closed, Preventing it from being opened by gravity. In order to open the knife, the user must apply manual pressure to the thumb stud to overcome the resistance of the torsion bar. After the blade is out of the handle, the torsion bar moves along its half moon track and takes over. The blade opens smoothly and locks into position.

Check out these Kershaw Knives

BUCK KNIVES

2009-04-13T16:37:00.002-05:00

Buck Knives is a venerable knife manufacturer that has over 100 hundred years of experience under their belt. Corporate headquarters is now located in Post Falls, ID. Over the years they have produced such venerable knives as the Model 110 Folding Hunter, Model 102 Woodsman, Model 103 Skinner and Model 191 Buck Zipper (w/ gut hook).

They now produce a knife that can fit any need that you can possibly desire. Ranging from practical everyday use and carry to specialty knives to collectible knives (that are the pride of many collections).

I have purchased several of these knives over the years, and yes they are as good today as they were when new. They retain their edge under heavy use and are easily re-sharpened.

Come by and see how Buck Knives are made. We offer tours year-round, free of charge Monday through Thursday at 10:00 a.m., 12 noon, and 2:00 p.m.

Tours last about 25 minutes. Closed-toe shoes are a must. It is a knife factory, after all. Children seven-years-old and up are welcome. To make a reservation, please call 800-326-2825 x172.

We are located at 660 S. Lochsa St. in Post Falls, Idaho (between Spokane and Coeur D’ Alene). Take I-90 to Exit 2 (Pleasant View Road), go south to Lochsa, turn right and follow Lochsa to the plant. Visitor parking is available.

Check out these Buck Knives

VIDEO on High Caliber Knives

2009-03-28T13:34:00.001-05:00

Check out this video

SLOBS TO GO!!!

2009-03-28T13:14:00.002-05:00

Published previous in the Woods-N-Water News, November 2006 issue.
Editors Note: Several years ago Randy Jorgensen was given this article, by a reader. The author is not known, but we feel it's worth another read. And offers plenty of food for thought.

We pull up in front of this brick house, which looks like so many others in this residential neighborhood of my hometown. Parked in the driveway is a brown and white Chevy 4 x 4. "This must be the place," I say.

My wife looks down at a small index card in her hand, then at the license plate on the truck. "Let's see, license number S-L-O-B 1." she says, "Yep, this is it."

We turn into the driveway, get out and start unloading the car. We are about finished when the front door of the house opens.

"Can I help you?" he asks.

"I think we can handle it, " I reply.

He looks puzzled. "What I meant was, what are you doing here?"

"We're going on a picnic."

"You're what? Do I know you?"

"Well, we've never been formally introduced," I say, "but you and your buddies have been out to our farm a couple of times and since you never seem to have the time to introduce yourself, we thought we would stop by for a visit, Slick. Where's your barbecue pit?"

I let my cigarette drop out of my mouth and onto the driveway, then make an exaggerated show of stamping it out.

He looks at me in disbelief. I reach into my pocket and pull out the rest of the pack. "Want one?" I start to offer him the pack, then pull it back. "Oh, that's right. You and your friends smoke cigars, don't you? I found a couple of stogies butted out right where the grass fire started last year. Boy, that was some kind of fire, Slick. You
should have seen it..."

"Look," he interrupts, "I don't know what you're doing here,
but..."

It was my turn to interrupt. "Well, Slick ol' buddy, it's been nice chatting with you, but we're losing daylight here and we've got some picnicking to do. Just point us to the backyard."

I crush my empty soda can and toss it over my shoulder into a rose bush. "Hey," he says, "What do you think you are doing?" He runs over to pick up the can. My wife, the kids and I grab our gear and head around the house.

My wife shrugs, reaches into her purse and pulls out a quarter. "Heads we use the gate and tails we climb the fence." The coin lands on heads. "Cheer up dear," she says, "We can climb the fence on the way out." She always did know the right thing to say.

Slick comes stomping around the corner, my soda can in his hand, just as I open the gate. "Look out," he yells. Too late. A big Irish Setter bolts through the gate and does a couple of complete circles in Slick's front yard. Then the dog dashes across the street, cuts through the neighbor's yard and disappears behind a house.

"Do you know what you've done?" Slick shouts. "That dog will run for hours. Who knows what kind of trouble he'll get into?"

"Aw, Slick I'm really sorry," I say, gently knocking my palm on my forehead. "I just wasn't thinking. I never suspected you had a dog fenced up back here."

He clenches his fist. "You idiot! Why would I have a fence here if I didn't have something penned up?"

"Calm down, Slick. Look, it was just an oversight. Probably the same kind of goof you and your buddies made last fall out at our place when you left that gate open and 15 of our steers got out."

He starts to say something, then turns around suddenly and takes off running in the direction of the dog.

"Excitable fella," I say.

"Definite Type A personality," my wife answers.

Slick reappears about 45 minutes later. "Hey Slick," I call. "Couldn't find the dog, huh? Oh well, don't worry, he'll probably be back in a week or so."

His mouth drops open, as though he is looking at us for the first time. He screams, "Hey get off, that's my new grass seeding. See the sign?"

"What sign?"I ask innocently.

He walks over to a small signpost and turns it around so it faces my wife and me. "Can't you read?" he bellows.

"Sure I can, Slick. It says: 'Keep off the grass.'"

He clenches his fists again. "Well?"

I pause for a second or two before speaking. "Aw, Slick. I thought if anybody would realize that signs are just for decoration, it would be you."

I walk over to my gear and pull out a .22 pistol. Before Slick can say anything, I level the gun at the sign and fire off six quick shots. My wife runs over to the sign and calls back: "Six out of six! Great shooting, dear."

I puff out my chest a bit, then push the gun toward Slick. "Still three rounds left in the clip, want to give it a go?" He backs away. "Slick, I'm surprised at you. If it weren't for you and your buddies, I never would realize what great sport shooting holes in signs can be. C'mon, let's see what you can do."

He doesn't move. "Oh, I get it, Slick. You only shoot holes in no-trespassing signs, huh? Oh well, nothing wrong with a purist, I always say."

Just then I hear a noise behind me. I wheel around to see a squirrel scurrying across the roof of Slick's garden shed. I level the gun again. "No don't..." Slick yells.

I fire off the last three rounds. "Missed! doggone it Slick, you startled me when you yelled."

Slick runs to the shed. "Look at this," he says, pointing to three small holes, two in the siding and one in the window pane. "You'll
pay for this."

"Okay Slick, just send me a bill, then I'll send you a bill for the 11 holes that you put in my barn with a 30.06."

"Are you through?" he faintly asks.

"We've got to get a fire started. Where's your ax?" I inquire.

"What?"

"Well, a chainsaw will do. We need some firewood. How about that oak over there? And since you don't have a barbeque pit, we'll have to dig a fire pit." I turn to my wife, "Dear, would you run back to the car and get the shovel? And see if I left the ax in the trunk."

"Now see here," Slick says, reddening. "I'm getting..."

I rudely interrupt again. "Hey what happened to your chainsaw anyway, Slick? I know you have one." He glares at me. "Aw come on, Slick, you remember last November. After you left, I found three little pine trees missing from my windbreak. By the way did you have a good Christmas?"

My wife returns with the shovel and a small hatchet. She speaks to Slick first. "I think you'd better get over to the neighbors right away," she says. "Your dog is over there and there's a little boy crying and well, I don't think it's a big bite, but his mother went into hysterics and started screaming. I couldn't make it all out, but one of the words sounded like lawsuit or lawyer or something like that."

"Oh my gosh," Slick yells.

We watch him dart across the yard. My wife shakes her head. "Most definitely a Type A."

Slick shows up about two hours later, just as we finish supper. "Aw shoot," I say. "I didn't know you'd be back so soon, Slick. We could have saved you a bite to eat."
"I want you people off my property now," he says in quivering anger, "or I'm calling the police."

"Well, you can if you want to Slick, but you'd probably be wasting your time. I've called the sheriff just about every time you've been out to my place, but he just sighs and says there isn't a whole lot
he can do."

"We'll see about that." He turns toward the house, then turns back toward us in hesitation.

My wife starts to pick up the assorted garbage scattered around our picnic area. I stop her. "Dear, I'm surprised at you. When we're guests at someone else's home, we're supposed to follow their customs." She looks puzzled. "Don't you remember how Slick and his friends always leave us some nice souvenirs like empty beer cans and spent shell casings whenever they come to visit? When in Rome..."

She smiles sheepishly, then turns to Slick. "I don't mean to be impolite."

The muscles in his neck tighten. "Just get!" he yells.

"You're right, Slick," I say. "It's been a long day, and we've got a long walk back to the car - and that fence of yours to climb." I turn to my wife, "By the way dear, did you bring those wire cutters? That's another trick I learned from our buddy Slick here."

"Get out!" he screams.

I hold out my hand. "We're going, but let me thank you for the
wonderful day. We'll get together more often."

"I know," my wife says, "everytime Slick and his buddies come out to our farm on the weekend, we can return the favor and come back here sometime during the week."

"Get out!" Slick repeats. "You'll never see us out there again!" And then his babbling becomes incoherent.

The last we see him, he is galloping down the street, snorting like a buck in the rutting season.

Posted by permission of “Wood-N-Water” Magazine 11/27/2003
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INTRODUCTION

2006-09-29T18:04:00.000-05:00

Hi All,
This is the KnifeMan and I have created this blog for the purpose of discussing anything regarding knives. I hope this will be informative as well as entertaining. Sit back and enjoy. Visit often.