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Vicks

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I just heard from my sister that my future roommate at college was assaulted on his way back to his dorm. It was late at night and in a tunnel that is built for pedestrians under a busy street. Three men dressed in black, she said, were circling around him. Not wasting a minute, he drew his knife-- a spyderco I think, by description-- and they kept away. When he got out of the tunnel into the light, they broke off. He reported this to the police and the men were later found and arrested on drug related charges. A victory.

It can happen to any one of us; be vigilante!

But god save the man who attacks a khukri owner ;)
 
HOO-RA! Glad to hear it. Just wait 'til your future roommate gets hold of a 10,000 year old tactical blade design!;) :D

-Craig
 
If he gets a hold of one, It'd better not be mine.. cause I doubt he'll let go :p
 
This story confirms what I keep telling my wife. Make sure that you know what is going on around you when you are in town.

This kind of thing and others that have happened not far from where we live. And, this is the reason that I have one of the Khuks or a gun pretty handy at all times. It takes the Sheriff about 45 min. to get out here where we live, and that is just too long. Not too many miles down the road from here a woman was killed by a blow to the head with her own hammer. That isn't happening in this yard. :D :D :D
 
Originally posted by Vicks
If he gets a hold of one, It'd better not be mine.. cause I doubt he'll let go :p
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Vicks,
I doubt he'd hold on for long. The sound of his fingrs falling on the floor would cause him to reconsider. SHARP!
 
If the intent is there they'll find the means. Three on one is generally sufficient odds for them unless the victim goes beyond the limits of the game like pulling out a knife. And that can be dangerous.
 
In my experience, sharp stuff of even the most modest sort is a powerful discourager of your whoreson molester. I saved myself from a drubbing from eight thugs once by giving a little cut on the hand to one of them, using a three inch hunting knife. On another occasion, five gangsta wannabes broke off an 'unarmed group sidle' when I displayed a Fairbairn-Sykes. I've lost count of the times (long in the past, I'm a most peaceful old dude now) when the reputation that I was good and willing with a knife caused unpleasant fellows to walk wide around me. I'm not saying it always works (nothing does) but a goblin has to be highly stoked or extremely determined to start or continue a confrontation with a determined knifeman. Decades since my last need, I'd sooner leave my trousers at home than my knife(s).
 
Originally posted by gunhou
I've lost count of the times (long in the past, I'm a most peaceful old dude now) when the reputation that I was good and willing with a knife caused unpleasant fellows to walk wide around me.
Decades since my last need, I'd sooner leave my trousers at home than my knife(s).
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That mirrors my experience exactly. One day just foolin around with another kid I knocked him on his arse. He grabbed a pepsi bottle laying on the ground and started to break it on the gas meter beside him. All I did was to reach inside my shirt and he threw the bottle down while grinning great big and telling me over and over again that he was just teasing.
I never did anything to cause that reputation to be lost as it served me in good stead even after high school while trolling the bars.
I wore a very distinct silver Skull Ring that identified me to people I didn't even know, it's to small for me now.
And like Gunhou it's been decades since my last need and I feel the same way about a knife. :)
 
Originally posted by Pappy
This story confirms what I keep telling my wife. Make sure that you know what is going on around you..........
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According to Col. Jeff Cooper, that is condition Yellow. A wise bit of advice, me thinks. ;)
 
I always carry a Glock 26 with a Lasermax "pointer." Fits perfectly in right hand trouser pocket. And a very nice badge. All legal. No panhandlers. No problems.
 
...and a badge. Well, with respect, those are different circumstances. A lawman has much more reason and necessity for bearing the daily burden of a pistol than most of us do.
A Glock (or a 1911, my pistol of choice) can't: open a can, package or envelope; trim a thread or your nails; pry open what's closed; drill a starter hole for a cup hook, clear brush; scrape the bottom of a canoe or the sole of a shoe; take the bark off an apple-root walking stick; or slice, dice or peel food. My knives have done all those things in the course of 24 hours.
Of course my knife has limitations. It can't drop a bad guy at across-the-street range, it can't signal when I'm 'confused' in the woods, and it can't run out of ammo or misfire just when I need it most. My life style is such that I can bear up under such limitations. And being a prudent man, I do keep firearms in accessible locations, insurance against remote contingencies.
Also, it's my opinion and experience that naughty people are more intimidated by the sight of sharp steel than a gun. I don't maintain that this is universally true, perhaps forumites who live in areas where 'cuttings' are more common and shootings are daily occurrences might opine otherwise.
Yeah, I think I'll deep-six my knives, and start just carrying a pistol. NOT :)
 
It is always better to resist. funny how scientific studies show the same thing time again and misguided people think this wrong.

I lived in the LA area too long to believe a knife the end all answer. But a brain and a knife would go a long way.

During the LA riots a car in front of me would not move forward on the green light. After many seconds, I beeped my horn. In the meantime, a car pulled in directly behind me, pinning my truck in. The punks in the stalled car started moving around inside, and the driver reached under the seat and placed something in his trench coat. He got out and started yelling as he approached the truck. I had a .38 5 shot Taurus on the floor near my feet. (illegally for Cal. The hammer was bobbed by myself. A stainless model, for long inattention and neglect. ) He reached into his trench coat with his hand and continued forward, about 7 steps away. Inspiration hit me; I rolled down the window and in a natural voice said, "hey man, are you stuck? Can I help you in some way?" This completely floored him. He continued yelling but it was the barking of dogs no longer about to fight.

I honestly believe God took over and gave me the inspiration on how to handle this. If God hadn't, and he'd pulled a gun, I'd have driven the truck forward into the stopped car, reached the revolver with my free hand and shot the man upon coming back up.

I know this was risky. I could have pulled the gun and shot him or held him at bay, whatever was right. I wouldn't reccomend anyone doing what I did. All I say is at the time and moment I knew it was the right thing.

You guys here have military training I do not and I respect your opinions.

Thanks,

munk
 
Brain and tool! Brain needs to go into that survival mode that makes the world go into slow motion and gives you actually more time than you need to make the best choices. Fear is not a factor. It will tell you what to do and how best to use whatever tool you might have at your disposal. It's a natural instinct and I'll bet there are several here who have been in situations that got this mode turned on -- pilots, combat vets, cops and just plain folks in life threatening situations. As was wisely observed by munk this might be God's way of taking care of somebody he is not quite ready for.

The example that stands out in my mind most was controlling an out of control 1956 Nash Ambassador with the big Packard V-8 (living in Peoria at the time) in a situation that should have ended in death. My passenger was an ex-Marine (Bob Jordan, 6' 4", 225, as tough and as good as they come) who had survived the Korean experience. When it was all over and we were just staring out the windshield wondering why we were both alive he finally said very softly, "I was never that scared in Korea and that's the best bit of driving I've ever seen in my life or ever will see."

We were on our way to do some target practice when the event went down.


"Sight of a knife...." Remember Paul's letter from Lebanon?
 
Never take a piece of broken glass to a knife fight.
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Hee:D

Munk, your story reminds me of one I read in Aikido Journal(I think). A guy was driving in traffic when a carload of gangbangers pulled along side and the young teenage boy in the front seat pointed a sawn-off dblbarrel 12ga. at the guys face. He reacted like Munk did and smiled at the kid gave him a thumbs up and said "cool". The kid smiled and they drove away. our quick thinking author said he then pulled over and almost threw up.

I carry a SOG Pentagon Elite II folder everywhere and often a 5 shot Taurus titanium snub with internal hammer--very light, very concealable, and this prompts me to carry it more often than not.

I just heard from my sister that my future roommate at college was assaulted on his way back to his dorm. It was late at night and in a tunnel that is built for pedestrians under a busy street. Three men dressed in black, she said, were circling around him. Not wasting a minute, he drew his knife-- a spyderco I think, by description-- and they kept away. When he got out of the tunnel into the light, they broke off. He reported this to the police and the men were later found and arrested on drug related charges. A victory.
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Good for him!!!!!:)
 
I did not mention the would be attacker was black....mostly because punks are punks, though in this case hating me because I was 'white'. Human beings are the same color, everyone else is mixed up, allowing distraction from the basic plight of possessing two arms, two legs and a head on a post.

I once played the village idiot in front of some extremely large punks who stopped me on my way home to devour some alcohol back in my mispent youth. They grew so disgusted by my simple mind, and probably feared I'd return to, 'hang out' with them, that they soon sent me along my way.

There is an old English folk song about a child who met a Knight upon the road. The Knight kept asking things from the 'child', like his food, but he refused, threatening to beat the Knight with his staff if attacked. I just remember the chorus line: "he stood, and he stood, and it's well because he stood."

Or as Ted Nugent says, Evil must be confronted. I avoid violence at all cost except life and limb, but know the time when I pull a knive or a gun I will use them.

munk
 
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