Am I Glad I Had My Knife On Me!

[Airsoftgun99]

Has anybody ever had that moment where you use your knife or multitool and say, "Wow. Am I glad I had my knife on me or what?" I'll go first; So i was volunteering with my brother for Cookies With Santa at the fire station nearby. (He's a full timer) I had my Leatherman Wave, Dragonfly, Stylus Pro, and a Gerber Shard on me at the time. By the time that the event was over, it was time to bring the trucks in. With my luck, it was snowing/raining outside and the trucks were slippery. I'm not sure exactly why, but in the station when you pull the trucks in, you have to plug the truck in at a power source in the ceiling. Keep in mind, a fire truck is fairly tall. Me, only being 5' 8", could not climb the slippery trucks and reach the ceiling. My brother told me to get a fold up ladder on the quint, and i did. The captain helped me set it up and we both went up the ladder to plug it in. The prongs on the cord were really bent and i could not fit it in the ceiling! Six feet up in the air with another man on the same ladder, with slippery boots on, i quickly grabbed my Leatherman Wave out of my pocket. The captain said something like, "Dammit, not we have to go down and find pliers to fix this..." I opened it up one handed (Thanks WD40!) and his jaw dropped. I felt like a pretty big badass at that moment, and i fixed the prongs and it went in like butter.

Boy, was I glad I had my Leatherman! I gained a small reputation at the Fire House, even before I could Volunteer there (you have to be 16 y/o) :thumbup:

 

[Krav]

My leatherman is a life saver on the job. Sometimes I don't use it, but when I'm doing a job at someone's house, and I'm on the second floor and I need to pull a nail out of a wall, or cut something and my work bag is downstairs bye the front door. It's a mighty good feeling to have that tool at my fingertips.

 

[K.O.D.]

My family often makes fun of me for carrying a knife etc. Until they need one. Was visiting my sister in the hospital last week and as soon as a walk in she says "do you have a knife? These flowers are zip tied together and the nurse can't find a scissors." Of course I had my knife on me. Feels good to be in the position of having what someone needs.

 

[Portman30-06]

Cool story. Ive had those times. Although Ive also had it where i hate myself because i forgot it and now I have to cut a piece of rope with a rusty piece of metal for 5 mins.

 

[Bob6794]

All the time I am happy I carry a knife. It's my most used tool. Opening up packages, cutting up cardboard, quick measurements when you need something more exact than an estimate but not exact (easily doable if you know blade/handle length and width, etc), paper weight, list goes on for miles.

 

[jackknife]

In January of 1991, I was driving my daughter to a local car dealer to pick up a car for her to go to college with. We were on rt 26 in Frederick Maryland heading west just short of where the road took a sharp left curve under I270, when an old dark blue Datsun 210 passed us like we were standing still. Waaay over safe speed on an icy cold winter working. When the Datsun hit the curve, it hit a patch of black ice where some moisture had dripped down on the road under the overpass of I270.

The Datsun spun on the ice, then over corrected and spun the other wayu, then rolled a few times before coming to rest upside down against the guardrail. Broken glass was all over from the windows being blown out by the rolling, and the roof partway crushed in. I pulled my pickup over by the wreck, and my daughter and I ran up to see what we could do. Some very black greasy smoke was coming from the engine compartment, and there were some flames where the battery had come loose and was laying against the greasy engine block. Inside was a lady screaming for help. An infant was strapped in a car seat that was still intact, on the front passenger seat. The baby car seat was held in by the seat belt which released easy, and I handed out the car seat with the child still in it, to my daughter who put the child over by the other side of the guardrail. Then I crawed back inside the Datsun. The fat lady behind the wheel, was still buckled in, and hanging upside down in her seatbelt, screaming for help, don't let her burn to death.

The truth is, the car was not burning that bad, and my daughter Jessica had run back to the pickup where I had a quart rubber maid bottle full of baking soda incase of a fire under the hood of my old truck. She was squirting the baking soda at the flames while I was inside, and I told the lady to calm down, I was going to help. She kept on screaming hysterical, and thrashing around, backhanding me in the face while thrashing, and giving me a mild nose bleed. I tried pushing the seatbelt release, but her excessive weight was jamming it. I tried both thumbs, no go. Since I was laying on my back on what used to the roof of the car, I could reach in my pocket for my knife. At that time, before I was bit by the knife bug, I was carrying my old Buck 301 stockman. I took out the sheep foot blade, because I figured when I cut the belt, the hysterical fat broad was coming down with force, so I didn't want a pointy blade. The sheep foot blade cut the belt, the hysterical lady landed on her head, and I turned over and crawled out backwards form the wreck. By this time I was getting a little tired of trying to breath through the dark grassy smoke that tasted like hell. Once outside the wreck, the lady asked for the first time where her child was. I thought that was nice of her, as she didn't show any concern while she was hanging in her seat, screaming for me to get her out.

Cops showed up, my daughter and I gave our report to the troopers, and left. The sheep foot blade of the Buck stockman went right through the nylon seat belt. Good thing, because I just could not get the bet released with both thumbs pushing on the release. Glad I had a knife.

 

[Brian.Evans]

I got hurt on December 22 and have been off work for two months basically. Today was my first day back. First call back was a full arrest, in an ice storm.

Unfortunately, I couldn't get the intubation due to patient anatomy, and had to pull the tube. When the fire fighter pulled the bvm off the tube, the adapter got stuck on it. He couldn't get it off with his fingers, so I grabed my LM Wave out of the holster and popped it off so he could put the mask back on the bvm. Took half a second, but it would have really sucked to have to figure out another way.

I went on a wreck once were the seat belts were jammed. Not as exciting as Carl's however. No one slapped me or was hysterical or fat. However, the fire fighter working on the driver couldn't get his 1/4" thick, 5" closed, tactical folder to go through the seatbelt, and was looking at it like he couldn't believe his knife wasn't working! I calmly pulled out my Imperial EO jack, zip, zip, zip. Passenger belt off, and he's still over there sawing furiously. So I offered him my knife. He did not find it as amusing as I.

Honestly though, I'm not sure why I didn't just use my shears to cut the belt. I guess I just wanted to use my knife. Haha.

Moral? Whatever you carry, keep it sharp. Pointless to carry a pointy knife shaped object with no edge.

Btw Carl, I love that story every time you post it. Never gets old. I don't know how to do the little thumbs up symbol, so imagine it here: .

 

[PropThePolecat]

In January of 1991, I was driving my daughter to a local car dealer to pick up a car for her to go to college with. We were on rt 26 in Frederick Maryland heading west just short of where the road took a sharp left curve under I270, when an old dark blue Datsun 210 passed us like we were standing still. Waaay over safe speed on an icy cold winter working. When the Datsun hit the curve, it hit a patch of black ice where some moisture had dripped down on the road under the overpass of I270.

The Datsun spun on the ice, then over corrected and spun the other wayu, then rolled a few times before coming to rest upside down against the guardrail. Broken glass was all over from the windows being blown out by the rolling, and the roof partway crushed in. I pulled my pickup over by the wreck, and my daughter and I ran up to see what we could do. Some very black greasy smoke was coming from the engine compartment, and there were some flames where the battery had come loose and was laying against the greasy engine block. Inside was a lady screaming for help. An infant was strapped in a car seat that was still intact, on the front passenger seat. The baby car seat was held in by the seat belt which released easy, and I handed out the car seat with the child still in it, to my daughter who put the child over by the other side of the guardrail. Then I crawed back inside the Datsun. The fat lady behind the wheel, was still buckled in, and hanging upside down in her seatbelt, screaming for help, don't let her burn to death.

The truth is, the car was not burning that bad, and my daughter Jessica had run back to the pickup where I had a quart rubber maid bottle full of baking soda incase of a fire under the hood of my old truck. She was squirting the baking soda at the flames while I was inside, and I told the lady to calm down, I was going to help. She kept on screaming hysterical, and thrashing around, backhanding me in the face while thrashing, and giving me a mild nose bleed. I tried pushing the seatbelt release, but her excessive weight was jamming it. I tried both thumbs, no go. Since I was laying on my back on what used to the roof of the car, I could reach in my pocket for my knife. At that time, before I was bit by the knife bug, I was carrying my old Buck 301 stockman. I took out the sheep foot blade, because I figured when I cut the belt, the hysterical fat broad was coming down with force, so I didn't want a pointy blade. The sheep foot blade cut the belt, the hysterical lady landed on her head, and I turned over and crawled out backwards form the wreck. By this time I was getting a little tired of trying to breath through the dark grassy smoke that tasted like hell. Once outside the wreck, the lady asked for the first time where her child was. I thought that was nice of her, as she didn't show any concern while she was hanging in her seat, screaming for me to get her out.

Cops showed up, my daughter and I gave our report to the troopers, and left. The sheep foot blade of the Buck stockman went right through the nylon seat belt. Good thing, because I just could not get the bet released with both thumbs pushing on the release. Glad I had a knife.

Great story!

 

[jbass]

My wife asked me for years if I had one of my knives withe me. Silly question. I always have at least one along with a Leatherman Surge. She has finally stopped asking. Now she just says, "Jim, I need one of your knives or the Leatherman."

 

[Insipid Moniker]

My wife asked me for years if I had one of my knives withe me. Silly question. I always have at least one along with a Leatherman Surge. She has finally stopped asking. Now she just says, "Jim, I need one of your knives or the Leatherman."

My girlfriend has stopped with even that. Most of the time she just gives me a look and hands me whatever needs to be cut.

 

[ChrisB507]

Great stories. I'm afraid I can't beat them, but I will tell you this one....

It's a Sunday morning, early. I roll out of bed, don't change clothes, and head downstairs to make some coffee and read the Sunday paper with my wife. I get my coffee from Amazon, and just received a new shipment. But...It's in box! The box is taped with packing tape!! I'm in sleep shorts and a t-shirt! I just woke up!

Fortunately, I have a UKPK clipped to the back of my shorts. Yeah, I sleep with it on, not because I think I'll need it in the middle of the night, but because I'll often need it first thing in the morning. I carry all the time because it's annoying not to have a knife on me when I need it.

Back to Sunday morning: My box is opened, and coffee is brewing. All is right in the world. Someday, I may post the story of the Sunday Morning Graham Cracker Bag or the Loose Thread on the Couch or even The Birthday Cake Box that Was Taped Shut.

It's awesome to always have a knife.

 

[pvicenzi]

Got locked in a public bathroom. Used my Case stockman to get out.

 

[GotThemKnives]

I do often feel relieved to have a knife and or multitool on me. I carry a Spyderco Resilience and a Gerber Suspension alot with my custom knuck. I often need my tools. Like the other day, me and some of my family went to shoot behind my dads shop (hes a gunsmith) and he had bought some bags to put empties and loaded shell in. They had tags on them, the Spyderco fixed that. Not a interesting story, just a edc story lol

 

[Pointshoot777]

A couple years ago I went over to my girlfriend's place to take her to dinner on Valentine's Day. (She knew I'm a knife knut.)
She answered the door dressed only in red ribbons and bows !
My SAK came in handy that evening

 

[ericvar101]

In January of 1991, I was driving my daughter to a local car dealer to pick up a car for her to go to college with. We were on rt 26 in Frederick Maryland heading west just short of where the road took a sharp left curve under I270, when an old dark blue Datsun 210 passed us like we were standing still. Waaay over safe speed on an icy cold winter working. When the Datsun hit the curve, it hit a patch of black ice where some moisture had dripped down on the road under the overpass of I270.

The Datsun spun on the ice, then over corrected and spun the other wayu, then rolled a few times before coming to rest upside down against the guardrail. Broken glass was all over from the windows being blown out by the rolling, and the roof partway crushed in. I pulled my pickup over by the wreck, and my daughter and I ran up to see what we could do. Some very black greasy smoke was coming from the engine compartment, and there were some flames where the battery had come loose and was laying against the greasy engine block. Inside was a lady screaming for help. An infant was strapped in a car seat that was still intact, on the front passenger seat. The baby car seat was held in by the seat belt which released easy, and I handed out the car seat with the child still in it, to my daughter who put the child over by the other side of the guardrail. Then I crawed back inside the Datsun. The fat lady behind the wheel, was still buckled in, and hanging upside down in her seatbelt, screaming for help, don't let her burn to death.

The truth is, the car was not burning that bad, and my daughter Jessica had run back to the pickup where I had a quart rubber maid bottle full of baking soda incase of a fire under the hood of my old truck. She was squirting the baking soda at the flames while I was inside, and I told the lady to calm down, I was going to help. She kept on screaming hysterical, and thrashing around, backhanding me in the face while thrashing, and giving me a mild nose bleed. I tried pushing the seatbelt release, but her excessive weight was jamming it. I tried both thumbs, no go. Since I was laying on my back on what used to the roof of the car, I could reach in my pocket for my knife. At that time, before I was bit by the knife bug, I was carrying my old Buck 301 stockman. I took out the sheep foot blade, because I figured when I cut the belt, the hysterical fat broad was coming down with force, so I didn't want a pointy blade. The sheep foot blade cut the belt, the hysterical lady landed on her head, and I turned over and crawled out backwards form the wreck. By this time I was getting a little tired of trying to breath through the dark grassy smoke that tasted like hell. Once outside the wreck, the lady asked for the first time where her child was. I thought that was nice of her, as she didn't show any concern while she was hanging in her seat, screaming for me to get her out.

Cops showed up, my daughter and I gave our report to the troopers, and left. The sheep foot blade of the Buck stockman went right through the nylon seat belt. Good thing, because I just could not get the bet released with both thumbs pushing on the release. Glad I had a knife.

Wow Jackknife, unbelievable story. Your a Hero thanks for sharing.

 

[ericvar101]

On Christmas morning my daughter was opening up some toys that were strapped in to the packaging like you wouldn't believe. My wife was struggling to get the toys out while my daughter anxiously waited with eager eyes to play with her new gift, but my wife was getting nowhere. She looked at me and said, "Honey I know you have a knife because you got one for Christmas, can you help me out?" I whipped out my New Spyderco Military S90V sprint run (Smurf Knife) I had opened just minutes ago, and quickly made short work of the packaging that was keeping my 2 year old daughter from enjoying her new Christmas present.

Daddy saves the day : )

 

[Esav Benyamin]

A couple years ago I went over to my girlfriend's place to take her to dinner on Valentine's Day. (She knew I'm a knife knut.)
She answered the door dressed only in red ribbons and bows !
My SAK came in handy that evening

You win the thread! :thumbup:

 

[Pointshoot777]

Thanks Esav !

 

[Derek the Destroyer]

I was hungry and wanted to make a sandwich but I had just moved and my kitchen wear was all packed up..... So I made my sandwich with my mili. It was a damn good sandwich.

 

[North Arm Knives]

I've been glad for having my leatherman countless times never in any serious emergencies but it has saved the day a few times. Such a useful tool.


@Jackknife: what a remarkable story, good for you for rescuing those two!

@ pointshoot: That is definitely a great knife story!

Thanks Esav !