That's how I wound up with my first SAK. A drunken college student (is there any other kind?) was mad that I beat him in pool so he pulled out his SAK Tinker and waved it around at me. I rapped him on the wrist with the pool cue and pocketed the knife. I still keep it in my fishing tackle box. Ah, the memories.
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