Danny42C wrote:
...the kukri, which I wore on the other hip to balance it.
My late father served in the Royal Bombay Sapper and Miners. His bearer made him a kukri out of a leaf spring from a written-off Chevrolet(?) 6x6 truck...
The leather case has rotted badly and I've lost the skinning knife and steel, but still have the villainous kukri hidden safely out of sight. I last used it a few years ago when hacking down some ivy; I didn't need to remember the tradition of having to draw blood once the kukri was out of its sheath, as it did that quite happily itself, due to my carelessness!