got a great deal on one and holy crap is all i gotta say. scary assed sharp kind of fits too.I have been a long time knife sharpener, with 3 different manual methods of sharpening at my disposal , so it was with some trepidation that i got the ken onion sharpener. That , and a really good price. so i unpack-aged it and set it up in my shop. I grabbed one of my knives, a POS Ruko folder and within 4 passes on the KO i had one sharp knife! a couple beers later i grabbed another knife, still in the test mode, this knife was a NRA Chinese folder i got for donating about a billion dollars last year, this fucker was dull! holy shit! 4 passes each side and i was thinking god damn this bitch wants to cut! i was happy, glowing actually in my new found mastery of sharpening a blade from sharp.... to scary sharp. fuck yeah! but my exuberance was tempered by my analytically alcohol induced scientifically deductions. yes, it has sharpened these cheap steel knives to within glorious specifications but !!!! could it really get the edge on a Bowie? or a hatchet? This i pondered, looking around there was no more beer, time to get beer and be serious, i was on to something here for fucks sake!
i cut myself.... good. The cold steel kukri beckoned me, or so i thought, having found not only more beer, but two shots of ice cold Jack Daniels that i stumbled upon looking for some Cheetos i had stashed in the liquor cabinet. the blood would not stop flowing, the Ken Onion sharpener had done its job magnificently on the Kukri, god damned sharp is all i can say! but i took a hit, one for the team so to speak, if you will allow me to be so personal, yet reflective, at the same time. You see it was not the efficiency of the Ken onion sharpener matted with the steel of the blade of the Kukri that was my fast lane to bleeding out but the aggression with which i had applied myself to the task at hand.
note to self, have others sharpen blades to catalog consequences of alcohol vs sharpening related incidents.
i cut myself.... good. The cold steel kukri beckoned me, or so i thought, having found not only more beer, but two shots of ice cold Jack Daniels that i stumbled upon looking for some Cheetos i had stashed in the liquor cabinet. the blood would not stop flowing, the Ken Onion sharpener had done its job magnificently on the Kukri, god damned sharp is all i can say! but i took a hit, one for the team so to speak, if you will allow me to be so personal, yet reflective, at the same time. You see it was not the efficiency of the Ken onion sharpener matted with the steel of the blade of the Kukri that was my fast lane to bleeding out but the aggression with which i had applied myself to the task at hand.
note to self, have others sharpen blades to catalog consequences of alcohol vs sharpening related incidents.
