Life in the Desert
For the last three months I've been grinding the blade of my Skeletool across pretty much anything under the sun, and in the desert of northwest Namibia, that's everything. I was impressed with the blade. The bush veld seemed to eat equipment alive and after a while the various canned beans that we enjoyed for lunch and dinner claimed our fragile can opener. So I decided to use the serrated part of my blade, which successfully cut the can as if it were as viscous and the continents inside. This was great to see in tool, the knife showed no visible signs of wear and I remained well-fed without having to bludgeon my canned lunch in order to eat it.
The knife progressed in its versatility by cutting through tire to repair multiple flats, spread jelly on bread, and shave the plastic coating off copper wire to splice the power cord of our satellite phone back together.
As a gift from one of the communal conservancies we worked with we were given a springbok. This meant that we were allowed to be a part of the harvest a springbok. I was ecstatic about the idea seeing that I was missing hunting season back in Wisconsin with my father for the first time in my life. The hunt was successful, and when we returned to the community camp-ground in Sesfontien, Namibia the Sesfontien community game-guards, my peers, and my leaders all looked around at each other for a knifeâ€¦ So out came the Skeletool.
I've never field-dressed, skinned and quartered anything with a Leatherman, but seeing how it was our only knife I think it handled the job with ease. With the Skeletool's compact design, carabiner clip, and proven versatility I think it's needless to say, I don't think that I'll be carrying any other pocket-knife ever again.
- Mackenzie H.