Was invited to another crafting day, after being there a little over an hour, when one of the guys brought out his training swords from his car and was bragging about how he had been taking sword training for 6 years. And how recently the instructor started having him help in the class to teach new comers in the basics. How it was a superior way of fighting and exercise, while swinging a 4' hard rubberized training sword back and forth over his head with a downward swing behind his back (it is suppose to be a strength training move, but looked more like an awkward attempt to block a blow to the back).
One of the other guys there knew I collected swords and asked if I ever took lessons. I told then no formal lessons, but had done a little training on my own. The first guy made a snide remark about how old men think the know more than they really do and if he had a second practice sword he would prove I knew nothing about swords. I was going to let it go, until the neighbor, who was there, brought out his 2 training cutlasses (using non edged 1/4" steel as the blades) and an old Scottish Claymore, basket or clamshell hilt style broad sword, not the 2 handed 55" style from Braveheart. After taking a few loose practice swings with the Claymore, I asked if the first guy would like to give me a lesson or 2, using the training cutlasses? He suddenly remembered he had something else he had to do and left, telling his wife he would be back to pick her up later.
I never once claimed to be an expert swordsman, nor that I could or would defeat him. I just offered to let him teach me something about swords. I guess he just wasn't in the mood for doing any teaching.













