Here's a pic of a custom knife that my dad had made for me for my 18th birthday.
It was taken last week, shortly after it was used to field dress it's 24th deer in just about as many years.
Nothing fancy, but it keeps a nice sharp blade, and means the world to me.
And I have no idea why my hand looks as screwy as it does... some weird camera trickery at work, no doubt. Angles and stuff.