Bowie knife

$160.00 CAD

In stock: 7 to 14 business days

In stock: 7 to 14 business days

SKU: A6803

Type of Handle: Molded

Molded

Length: 18,11''

18,11''

Color: Bronze - Normal

Bronze - Normal
Bronze - Notched
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Description

Description

Inspired by American legend Jim Bowie, this large hunting knife is a latex and foam reproduction with a horn-styled handle made for LARP and other thematic events. With this rugged survivalist design, this blade is perfectly suited for rangers, hunters, veteran explorers, and other wilderness travellers. It can be used in many types of events, from fantasy to colonial, western, or even post-apocalyptic.

Legend

With a sigh of relief, the ranger stretched his sore back muscles and leaned against a large tree, his pale grey eyes surveying the great plains in front of him as dawn peeked over the grasslands. Tipping his hat, the rugged frontier man covered his face from the rising sun and took his first genuine rest in three days, fatigue taking over his body after the hunt of a lifetime. As he slipped into sleep, the frontier man was assaulted by vivid dreams of his epic duel with the beast, the roaring bear charging with its bloody claws, man-eating jaws aiming for his neck, thinking it could feast on the ranger as it did with the last five humans that felt before its hunger.

The hunter twitched in his sleep, his fingers grasping for his shotgun, finding it missing. The bear had knocked it from his hands with a swipe of its mighty paw, leaving Walt scrambling for his life, pinned by the massive animal. He was saved by the most simple and most loyal tool, his sturdy hunting knife. In a moment of despair and fear-induced rage, he managed to take hold of the horn-carved handle and, with strength that could only be matched by a man facing his own mortality, he sank the foot-long chunk of sharp steel in the monster's neck. As soon as the bear died, the memory faded, and the rugged ranger finally found peace in his dreams. He slept for a few hours, the bearskin hanging from a thick branch nearby, drying in the morning sun, waiting to be turned into a worthy trophy for the hunter.