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IN THE FIELD WITH THE HRPD

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IN THE FIELD WITH THE HRPD

Officer Martin has been carrying an Ed Halligan-designed knife in the pants pocket of his uniform or on his MOLLE gear for over a decade. It shows in the softened edges of the handle, the gentle wear around the pivot point, and the pliability of the pocket clip. “The black oxide finish on the blade, though, doesn’t look like it’s worn a bit,” he says as he holds it out to show us the stark difference between his old reliable and the brand-new Provoke™ he’s been carrying around for a few months.

Some time ago, the R&D team from CRKT packed up 16 new Provoke™ knives and headed out to Hood River, Oregon, an outdoors-centered town 60 miles east of Portland that rests on the banks of the Columbia River. We met with the Hood River Police Department—a 16-officer establishment with a history that spans nearly 125 years—and passed them around.

Vokalia and Consonantia

Separated they live in New York

On her way she met a copy. The copy warned the Little Blind Text, that where it came from it would have been rewritten a thousand times and everything that was left from its originOn her way she met a copy. The copy warned the Little Blind Text.

A wonderful serenity has taken possession

A wonderful serenity has taken possession of my entire soul, like these sweet mornings of spring which I enjoy with my whole heart. I am alone, and feel the charm of existence in this spot, which was created for the bliss of souls like mine. I am so happy, my dear friend, so absorbed in the exquisite sense of mere tranquil existence, that I neglect my talents.

I should be incapable of drawing a single stroke at the present moment; and yet I feel that I never was a greater artist than now. When, while the lovely valley teems with vapour around me, and the meridian sun strikes the upper surface of the impenetrable foliage of my trees, and but a few stray gleams steal into the inner sanctuary, I throw myself down among the tall grass by the trickling stream; and, as I lie close to the earth, a thousand unknown plants are noticed by me: when I hear the buzz of the little world among the stalks, and grow familiar with the countless indescribable forms of the insects and flies, then I feel the presence of the Almighty, who formed us in his own image, and the breath of that universal love which bears and sustains us, as it floats around us in an eternity of blis

I sink under the weight of the splendour

Would I could describe these conceptions, could impress upon paper all that is living so full and warm within me, that it might be the mirror of my soul, as my soul is the mirror of the infinite God! O my friend — but it is too much for my strength

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