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I was most grateful to have my knife when last february, I was hiking a 35 mile section of the Appalachian Trail in TN. On the second night, I awoke from a long, cold, icy wet night in the tent, throbbing with thirst. I grabbed the water filter and a nalgene out of my pack, and drowsily stumbled down a rocky side trail to the waterfall where I would filter water. It was very slippery from the previpus snow, I fel on to my stomach and started sliding down the waterfall on my stomach like a bobsled. Instinctively I let go of the water bottle (that was a different problem, lol) and grabbed onto a limb to save myself. At this point I was bruised, in soaking wet clothes in sub-20 degree weather. Bad situation. Shivering, I hiked up the trail quickly to the campsite, took out my BK7 and Griptilian, and I kid you not, had a roaring fire going in under 10 minutes. You work fast on the verge of hypothermia. From there I dried out all my clothes, bandaged up, and took thigs from there. If didn't have those knives, I might not be here today. I now understand the importance of a knife as a survival tool.
So here's the question: When were you most grateful to have your knife?
So here's the question: When were you most grateful to have your knife?