Have one? I don't have a clue where that singular came from. We're gun guys here, and one just doesn't cut it.
OK, I've got some, about every one I've seen at a fair price. One not so fair, but its great.
Maybe 20 years ago we were seeing a bunch of cheaply made ones with a metal shaft and a poorly made handle. Sure, I bought a few. Ended up rebuliding one into a walking stick. Then I gave it to a friend because he wanted it. As time passed I found others. Some of Indian origin. Make that far east Indians, not our domestic woo-woo-woo type as seen in The Duke's films. Quality wasn't really great, but acceptable. I even broke one over the withers of an attacking dog one evening. I was minding my own business and this chick was out on her front steps, up above the sidewalk. She saw us and told he dog "sick-em Jasper". So on he came. My dog was well trained. He'd hold his ground next to me. Attacking dog try to run up on you and flush your dog so he can get a good cheap bite on the hind quarters. It didn't work with old Spot. He'd hold his position and then lunge forward when the other dog would stop. Then the fight was on.
As they tried to circle me and tie me up with the leash, I got a good kick into the rib cage of the attacker. I could tell because of how hard I hit and the yipe I got for a reward. So the attacker made another mistake. He turned his attention to me. It gave Spot a clear chance to attack. When the dog turned on him, I broke my sword cane I hit it so hard. He'd had enough and ran back to momma. She called the cops. The nice officer came along a while later as I was nearing home. He wanted to kinow what happened. Always a good citizen, I explained it, showing him Old Spots license and rabies tag. I also noted the other dog had neither. He already knew that. He'd had trouble with her and her dog before. Fun times.
And l tthen one day I was at a gun show. Big Louisville show. I'd walked the show but nothing much memorable. Then my table partner asked me why I'd not seen the sword behind us. Like a fool I canvassed the show, but didn't pay much attention to our own island. The old Hillbilly (a term of endearment, not an insult) had the most beautiful sword cane I'd ever seen. He was a trip to talk with. He started out by saying "I bet you wonder what an old Hillbilly like me's doing with such a fine piece of work".
It a genuine Gil Hibben custom. 20 some odd inches of Hibben steel polished to a mirror, then inside a cherry shaft. The handle is brass and ivory. Guess I can't sell it in interstate commerce. Technically, its not a cane but a walking stick.
I don't care. Its built solidly enough that I could slice something in half with it. Thick blade, long enough, and properly concealed.
Here in Kentucky, where Gil Hibben lives and where I live, its covered by our CCW law. Same for the old gent that sold it to me. Back when we were passing our CCW law, some commie state rep hyperventilated over the idea that a person could carry a gun into a bar. So the accomodated her and removed guns from bars. But not sword canes, brass knucks and any order of other evil. Those are legal most places.
