Some knives are tools. The
Some knives are tools. The Companion is scripture. If the Good Lord ever needed to field-dress a wildebeest, this is what He’d reach for.
The handle feels like it was designed by angels with calloused hands. It has the perfect ergonomic handle, it that makes you want to cut something just to feel alive. The blade? Pure gospel steel. It doesn’t slice, it parts the Red Sea of whatever’s in front of you.
And then come the sheaths. Two of them. Both in Rhodesian camo. That’s not a design choice; that’s a personality test. You can strap this thing to the outside of your Rhodesian camo short-shorts and it disappears faster than common sense at a safari bar. Nobody sees it, but everyone knows you’re armed with something legendary.
It’s not a knife you carry. It’s a covenant.