Got a mate of mine over here named Sylvain a.k.a. Elmer Fudd. He's really into hunting and selective too, he doesn't blast anything on four legs or wings if it comes into range, a fact I like about him. Anyway he got himself an Isreali bayonet primarily to use in close quarters against a wild boar. Takes a brave or very stupid man to do that I thought. But he explained that such a pig sticker is to dispatch the previously riddled with bullet holes boar and the bayonet is mounted on a pole. Not so stupid after all.
So he rolled round my place with dagger and asked me to make a sheath for it. And we then bounced some ideas around for mounting said dagger onto some sort of pole. Couple of days later he turned up with a WW2 German bayonet fitting which made the task a lot easier. Later I was rooting around my mates garage and found a landing net pole which was going gash so that became the pole. Job done, at least that part of it was.
Next I got busy on the sheath. A simple affair and finished with 1½ metres of paracord mostly for decoration than actual usage. I just wanted to try out those leather slots in the welt and it worked out rather nicely.
So off Sylvain trudged last Sunday with pig sticker and pockets bulging with ammo and high expectations of bagging something big with teeth. I think he had salad for dinner that night as the boars had other ideas rather than being stuck.
Thanks for looking. Rather chuffed with the end result. Made entirely from some bits of Alison's old handbags I'd nabbed before they got taken to a charity shop. British heart foundation's loss, Sylvain's gain. Though the boars might argue that point too.
So he rolled round my place with dagger and asked me to make a sheath for it. And we then bounced some ideas around for mounting said dagger onto some sort of pole. Couple of days later he turned up with a WW2 German bayonet fitting which made the task a lot easier. Later I was rooting around my mates garage and found a landing net pole which was going gash so that became the pole. Job done, at least that part of it was.
Next I got busy on the sheath. A simple affair and finished with 1½ metres of paracord mostly for decoration than actual usage. I just wanted to try out those leather slots in the welt and it worked out rather nicely.
So off Sylvain trudged last Sunday with pig sticker and pockets bulging with ammo and high expectations of bagging something big with teeth. I think he had salad for dinner that night as the boars had other ideas rather than being stuck.
Thanks for looking. Rather chuffed with the end result. Made entirely from some bits of Alison's old handbags I'd nabbed before they got taken to a charity shop. British heart foundation's loss, Sylvain's gain. Though the boars might argue that point too.
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