This was my first bear knife that I got when I was just old enough to walk. Unfortunately the first blood it tasted wasn't of a bear. Once I learned not to fall on it I started to enjoy it a lot more. Those bear didn't seem to like it much though. Heck I'd just jump on their back and they'de say uncle. The only ones that ever gave me trouble were the 400+ pounders. But with a little savy and a lot of cahonies they all came down the same! Like a rock!