my father gave me that knife, it is a kabar he was issued in ww-2 and at the time he gave it to me i didn,t use it as i thought it was just to big to carry in the field and it was put away for quite a few years,but to honor him for his service in ww-2 and raising me right(a hard job sometimes) i started to use it gutting animals and carrying on my hunts far and wide. he is gone now, but on every hunt i think about him. eastbank.