Post by Kahuna on Aug 1, 2013 7:52:25 GMT -8
*Lights dim* *Cue exotic Polynesian music* *Bird calls, native drums, woodwinds*
You embark on a pleasure cruise from a well-known South Florida port. While on deck at sea, a mysterious storm brews from nowhere causing you to seek shelter in a nearby life raft. The sudden, raging power of the storm washes the simple vessel asea with you aboard. After drifting aimlessly for countless days you awake on a island beach that, strangely, more resembles a long forgotten South Pacific isle.
While searching for fresh water, you encounter natives speaking in an unrecognizable tongue. At first they seem crude and aggressive. Acting calmly, you win them over by gifting them items you carry with you. They are enchanted and mesmerized by the small, shiny bits of metal, brightly colored woven paracord, intricately carved beads, magical starlight-sticks and glowing materials you produce from your pockets. They proceed to chatter at you excitedly, incomprehensibly, all the while leading you through the moonlit mist to a lone hut or "ha-le" in the darkest part of the island jungle. They guide you into the dim interior, leaving you alone with it's sole inhabitant...their "Kahuna".
Once your eyes adjust you make out the imposing figure of the man. He appears to be sitting amongst what you deduce to be the trappings of some sort of sorcerer. While trying to establish a dialogue, you survey the objects of his ancient, dark craft: obscure talismans, curious hand-fashioned containers, bizarre carvings and strange tools. You feel an unexpected jolt of electricity flow through you as you recognize some of these items.
You feel a powerful magnetism drawing you to the objects, disorienting, yet focusing you in an unearthly way. As you desperately try to communicate your compelling need to possess and covet such pieces, it becomes obvious the Kahuna is well aware of your obsession. You can almost make out a faint, knowing smile behind his enigmatic eyes. From one of his pouches he produces a small, primitive stick. You somehow sense the object possesses mystical powers that will translate his cryptic thoughts into written communication you can comprehend. As you look on in amazement, he scratches this message to you into the dirt...
Yes, they're EDC items and they're probably not as exciting as yours. The story may look familiar, I thought it was too much fun to let it waste away in that other place so I used it as my EDC thread intro. This is my first thread posting my EDC pics, I never really started taking pictures of the stuff I carry until several months ago. I have actually "EDCed" pocket knives, flashlights and other little pocket tools for most of my life, I just didn't know that there was a name for the affliction or that there were people that elevated it to an art form until I stumbled across my first EDC-oriented forum. It was kinda like washing up on an island and finding out you're not alone. Oh, and the other inhabitants are kinda cool and fortunately not cannibals (except for OGRE, maybe).
I grew up around horses and other assorted pets so, out of necessity, I usually carried a folding knife when I was younger. My dad also collected pocket knives and I got into that for a while. I realized I only really appreciated what I carried and that it wasn't really all that much fun to pull knives out and look at them on occasion (not to mention it being an expensive habit). So I got rid of almost all the collector stuff a long time ago and only kept what I used. I have tried to stick with this philosophy, although I have a couple of left overs I'm still wondering why I keep. More on that and the reason behind the "Polynesiphilia" another time, maybe.
As you will see, some of my older stuff occasionally pops up in my pics. At some point I will try to dig up all the knives I've carried over the years for a pic as I still have them all...somewhere.
So, if you're still on the island after all that, lets get the hukilau started! It's probably appropriate to start off the thread with my first (and all-time favorite) EDC knife...
You embark on a pleasure cruise from a well-known South Florida port. While on deck at sea, a mysterious storm brews from nowhere causing you to seek shelter in a nearby life raft. The sudden, raging power of the storm washes the simple vessel asea with you aboard. After drifting aimlessly for countless days you awake on a island beach that, strangely, more resembles a long forgotten South Pacific isle.
While searching for fresh water, you encounter natives speaking in an unrecognizable tongue. At first they seem crude and aggressive. Acting calmly, you win them over by gifting them items you carry with you. They are enchanted and mesmerized by the small, shiny bits of metal, brightly colored woven paracord, intricately carved beads, magical starlight-sticks and glowing materials you produce from your pockets. They proceed to chatter at you excitedly, incomprehensibly, all the while leading you through the moonlit mist to a lone hut or "ha-le" in the darkest part of the island jungle. They guide you into the dim interior, leaving you alone with it's sole inhabitant...their "Kahuna".
Once your eyes adjust you make out the imposing figure of the man. He appears to be sitting amongst what you deduce to be the trappings of some sort of sorcerer. While trying to establish a dialogue, you survey the objects of his ancient, dark craft: obscure talismans, curious hand-fashioned containers, bizarre carvings and strange tools. You feel an unexpected jolt of electricity flow through you as you recognize some of these items.
You feel a powerful magnetism drawing you to the objects, disorienting, yet focusing you in an unearthly way. As you desperately try to communicate your compelling need to possess and covet such pieces, it becomes obvious the Kahuna is well aware of your obsession. You can almost make out a faint, knowing smile behind his enigmatic eyes. From one of his pouches he produces a small, primitive stick. You somehow sense the object possesses mystical powers that will translate his cryptic thoughts into written communication you can comprehend. As you look on in amazement, he scratches this message to you into the dirt...
Yes, they're EDC items and they're probably not as exciting as yours. The story may look familiar, I thought it was too much fun to let it waste away in that other place so I used it as my EDC thread intro. This is my first thread posting my EDC pics, I never really started taking pictures of the stuff I carry until several months ago. I have actually "EDCed" pocket knives, flashlights and other little pocket tools for most of my life, I just didn't know that there was a name for the affliction or that there were people that elevated it to an art form until I stumbled across my first EDC-oriented forum. It was kinda like washing up on an island and finding out you're not alone. Oh, and the other inhabitants are kinda cool and fortunately not cannibals (except for OGRE, maybe).
I grew up around horses and other assorted pets so, out of necessity, I usually carried a folding knife when I was younger. My dad also collected pocket knives and I got into that for a while. I realized I only really appreciated what I carried and that it wasn't really all that much fun to pull knives out and look at them on occasion (not to mention it being an expensive habit). So I got rid of almost all the collector stuff a long time ago and only kept what I used. I have tried to stick with this philosophy, although I have a couple of left overs I'm still wondering why I keep. More on that and the reason behind the "Polynesiphilia" another time, maybe.
As you will see, some of my older stuff occasionally pops up in my pics. At some point I will try to dig up all the knives I've carried over the years for a pic as I still have them all...somewhere.
So, if you're still on the island after all that, lets get the hukilau started! It's probably appropriate to start off the thread with my first (and all-time favorite) EDC knife...