rancherman
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- Joined
- Mar 11, 2000
- Messages
- 13
a friend gave me one of these folders as a birthday present and at the time i was like "aww thanx" and never wanted to use it(thought it would be a peice of crap). i have been plesantly suprised with how well it performs with small day to day tasks and self defense. it is really comfortable in my hand and has a plesant feel when in reverse grip position. the large(around 2 and a half three inches.) upswept blade has a good stabbing point on it and holds an edge well.
it also saved my a** the other night in town
when a punk with a baseball bat walked up to me while i was loading some stuff into the back of the truck. he walked up behind me and thuped the bat in his hand while saying something like "hey motherf***er gimme yo money!". i drew the knife from my front pocket as i turned around and had it open when i kneed him in the crotch and then i stabed him in the arm(the one with the bat)
he dropped his weapon and cried out in pain, i then grabbed him by his hair (it was long thank god) and pulled him to his feet. i put the tip of the knife under his chin in the soft fleshy top part of the neck and said "you run along and be a good boy now or i will ram this thing into your throat, got it?" letting go of his hair and jumping back i sidekicked him in the chest and sent him reeling backward. he ran off into the night leaving me a nice louisville slugger. so you could say i owe my little pocket knife alot.
it was stolen from me about a week ago however. i am theere fore reduced to a crappy little schrade.
it also saved my a** the other night in town
when a punk with a baseball bat walked up to me while i was loading some stuff into the back of the truck. he walked up behind me and thuped the bat in his hand while saying something like "hey motherf***er gimme yo money!". i drew the knife from my front pocket as i turned around and had it open when i kneed him in the crotch and then i stabed him in the arm(the one with the bat)
he dropped his weapon and cried out in pain, i then grabbed him by his hair (it was long thank god) and pulled him to his feet. i put the tip of the knife under his chin in the soft fleshy top part of the neck and said "you run along and be a good boy now or i will ram this thing into your throat, got it?" letting go of his hair and jumping back i sidekicked him in the chest and sent him reeling backward. he ran off into the night leaving me a nice louisville slugger. so you could say i owe my little pocket knife alot.
it was stolen from me about a week ago however. i am theere fore reduced to a crappy little schrade.
