The latest addition to my collection was the Channing HN-12 that came a few weeks ago. I have not let it stray very far from my hand since i unboxed it. You can tell when a person bonds with a blade, or a gun, by how often they feel it is necessary to pick it up. Note that I said person, not man. I have been blessed to know several women warriors who have the same appreciation for weapons. The HN-12 is phenomenal. It is part Star Wars, part bronze age, a bit of Scilian Vendetta, part Arkansas Toothpick. It has a blade like my Oakeshot Type XVI sword from Albion. The balance is perfect, like one of my Metford Fairbairns.
Are you getting the feeling that I like this knife? Yeh I really like this knife! After all these years it takes something special to get my martial juices flowing again. This knife is the ticket. After messing about with over 500 fighting knives, over 6 decades, doing silat, a little tantojutsu, a smattering of Bowie training, classes in fencing and rapier and dagger, seminars on broadsword and dirk, reading every knife-fighting book in print (and many out of print) this tweleve inches of steel trips my trigger. Did I need it? No; well yes, because of the effect it has had on me. Thank you Channing for the terrific blade.