My name is Christopher George. My brother, Timothy, and I both spent years of our childhood and early adult lives living with an indigenous tribe of people living on the Philippine island of Palawan. We loved the land, the people, their language, the homes we built and lived in, and the tools we used to build them. The most important of these tools was the Palawan machete, forged by local blacksmiths from old truck springs and sharpened with stones. Fastened with a mango wood handle, these machetes spoiled us with their tenacity and utility. We and our friends built houses with these machetes, cutting down trees and stripping them of their bark, harvesting rattan, digging the holes for the posts, cutting the kugun grass for our roofs, and splitting the bamboo for the floors. We spent days bushwhacking trails up the tall mountains, to conquer vistas seen by few. We dug roots, built and managed fires to cook them, and peeled, cut and served them, all with the Palawan machete. The Palawan machete faced it all effectively and with ease.