Yep Ramil, I reckon one of those curvy, toothed blades would work well in a cordage emergency. A man should own one I suppose. If there was a choice of blade length, I'd go for the longest to give me a longer 'saw stroke' and greater reach (across a big rope or in behind a boat propeller for instance).
Although opinions and circumstances may differ, I couldn't imagine not having a knife near me at all times. (I also am gobsmacked at kids who won't take a jacket or raincoat to school in bad weather, and people who head out on long car/boat journeys without checking their engine oil or water etc.)
My first recollection of being 'the dude with the knife' was when my dad stopped to fish from the shore at a place that was a stop-off on a long trip we were making. I might have only been five or six years old. He caught fish, but he had nothing to gut them with (duh). Maybe he knew that I had a pocket knife. it was just a cheapie with thin metal scales and it had fallen through a hole in my pocket and was sitting between the outer fabric and the lining of the woollen short pants my grandma had made me. But at least I had a knife and the fish got gutted.
I think I've told this story here before, but it was probably a while ago. When I was working as a metalworking fitter, I sometimes helped to install ventilation ducts. This would entail working with thin galvanised sheet steel ducting. Sometimes we'd need to cut a hole in the side of a large duct to attach another duct branching off to the side. To make such an opening (maybe ten inches in diameter) a small hole would have to be made so that we could fit the nose of our hand shears into the hole to cut the bigger circle. When you are up a ladder or climbing around in a roof space, it isn't always convenient to have an electric drill fitted with hole saw to start the operation. So I started using my pocket knife. We'd hammer the poor blade through the steel by striking the base of the handle, then hammer the back of the blade (baton it) to form a cross. We'd then force the shear blades into the hole we just made. The knives I used to carry most back then were the wonderful Mercator lock back knives. I think I may have broken one blade, but it sure did some good work for us. My boss used to borrow the knife for the same job and other things as necessary.
I recall seeing these knives for sale for NZ$0.95 when I was a teenager. Now they are about forty bucks. I should have bought a box of them.
Here are a couple of surviving Mercators:
Just a few days ago I attended a workshop on building a backyard biodigester (to quickly break down your kitchen and garden waste and create methane gas as a useful by-product). About 25 people attended the workshop. At one stage the top needed to be cut out of a plastic tank. The lid was ribbed and it was difficult to cut past the ribs with an electric jigsaw. When I've done similar jobs, I've sometimes batoned a knife through the plastic... and it has worked well. I had a small knife with me, so I thought I'd show these people a thing or two about how useful a knife can be. The knife I had is pictured below. It has a fixed blade of just over 2.5 inches and the sheath is made from squashed polythene pipe. Anyway with a great flourish I drew my knife from my jacket pocket and triumphantly pulled it out of the sheath - and accidentally made a small slice in the side of my palm.... which started to bleed quite impressively. I tried to hide this part of the demonstration and fortunately nobody seemed to notice the blood...or they were too polite to mention it.
The knife worked well though, and performed as expected. I also used it later on to cut some polythene pipe when the usual cutter had been misplaced. I made this particular knife during a stage in my life when I was exploring our cultural roots. The handle is based on the karda knives found accompanying some kukris, and the blade is my interpretation of a short seax. This blade shape has proven to be very useful. The blade was cut from an old sawmill bandsaw and seems to be fairly tough... and possibly a little softer than I'd like. But it works well enough.
Although opinions and circumstances may differ, I couldn't imagine not having a knife near me at all times. (I also am gobsmacked at kids who won't take a jacket or raincoat to school in bad weather, and people who head out on long car/boat journeys without checking their engine oil or water etc.)
My first recollection of being 'the dude with the knife' was when my dad stopped to fish from the shore at a place that was a stop-off on a long trip we were making. I might have only been five or six years old. He caught fish, but he had nothing to gut them with (duh). Maybe he knew that I had a pocket knife. it was just a cheapie with thin metal scales and it had fallen through a hole in my pocket and was sitting between the outer fabric and the lining of the woollen short pants my grandma had made me. But at least I had a knife and the fish got gutted.
I think I've told this story here before, but it was probably a while ago. When I was working as a metalworking fitter, I sometimes helped to install ventilation ducts. This would entail working with thin galvanised sheet steel ducting. Sometimes we'd need to cut a hole in the side of a large duct to attach another duct branching off to the side. To make such an opening (maybe ten inches in diameter) a small hole would have to be made so that we could fit the nose of our hand shears into the hole to cut the bigger circle. When you are up a ladder or climbing around in a roof space, it isn't always convenient to have an electric drill fitted with hole saw to start the operation. So I started using my pocket knife. We'd hammer the poor blade through the steel by striking the base of the handle, then hammer the back of the blade (baton it) to form a cross. We'd then force the shear blades into the hole we just made. The knives I used to carry most back then were the wonderful Mercator lock back knives. I think I may have broken one blade, but it sure did some good work for us. My boss used to borrow the knife for the same job and other things as necessary.
I recall seeing these knives for sale for NZ$0.95 when I was a teenager. Now they are about forty bucks. I should have bought a box of them.
Here are a couple of surviving Mercators:
Just a few days ago I attended a workshop on building a backyard biodigester (to quickly break down your kitchen and garden waste and create methane gas as a useful by-product). About 25 people attended the workshop. At one stage the top needed to be cut out of a plastic tank. The lid was ribbed and it was difficult to cut past the ribs with an electric jigsaw. When I've done similar jobs, I've sometimes batoned a knife through the plastic... and it has worked well. I had a small knife with me, so I thought I'd show these people a thing or two about how useful a knife can be. The knife I had is pictured below. It has a fixed blade of just over 2.5 inches and the sheath is made from squashed polythene pipe. Anyway with a great flourish I drew my knife from my jacket pocket and triumphantly pulled it out of the sheath - and accidentally made a small slice in the side of my palm.... which started to bleed quite impressively. I tried to hide this part of the demonstration and fortunately nobody seemed to notice the blood...or they were too polite to mention it.
The knife worked well though, and performed as expected. I also used it later on to cut some polythene pipe when the usual cutter had been misplaced. I made this particular knife during a stage in my life when I was exploring our cultural roots. The handle is based on the karda knives found accompanying some kukris, and the blade is my interpretation of a short seax. This blade shape has proven to be very useful. The blade was cut from an old sawmill bandsaw and seems to be fairly tough... and possibly a little softer than I'd like. But it works well enough.