K.O.D.'s GAW!

K.O.D.

K.O.D.

Sell your cloak buy a sword
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Yes I am giving away a knife for absolutely no reason at all! Why? I'm completely off my rocker.

The parameters are the usual as far as making sure you are 18+ and it is legal to carry etc etc. CONUS only.

I will not be using a random winner sight thingy for this, I will pick the winner.

I will be giving away a perfectly good SOG Trident Tanto plain edge, black handle black TiNi blade. I lost it for several years and found it the other day. Factory edge, fires hard, excellent condition. Pictures will be uploaded tonight.

Now, on to the contest.

I want to hear y'all's best story of how a knife either saved your life or got you out of a sticky situation. No mall ninja stories.

I was very adventurous as a kid, and carried an SAK everywhere I went. My grandfather had given it to me when I was 8, and I cherished it. My family moved to a new house when I was twelve, and there was a five acre field/forest across the street, with paths throughout. A creek ran through it towards the back, and some kids in the next neighborhood over used left over scrap wood to build a makeshift tree house. One afternoon after school (I was maybe 14) I went back there and climbed up there by myself. Lo and behold, the part I was up in collapsed (granted, this was made out of plywood). I fell about fifteen feet and got trapped in the creek between a beaver dam and part of the tree house. Luckily I was able to get to my SAK with my free hand and use the saw to remove enough of the wood that I could wriggle free. Needless to say, that was all she wrote for the tree house.

Bonus points: Best story of an injury that you used makeshift materials to get you home or to the hospital, etc. Winner of this gets an aluminum handled SOG Flash I Combo Edge TiNi blade.

My best one--My freshmen year of college (1997/8) I was riding my bike through the campus at fairly high speed when I came upon five girls walking side by side blocking the path. Rather than stopping, getting off my bike and walking around, I decided to be the cool guy and go off into the grass and go around them. Upon moving back from the grass to the path, my rear tire got stuck in the rut and threw me from the bike. Despite bleeding profusely from my knee, I hopped back on the bike and rode home. Not wanting to go to the hospital, I broke out the rubbing alcohol and a needle and thread and stitched myself. Still have the scars 16 years later.

Winner will be chosen next week Wednesday.

 
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The year was 1066, and I had followed King Harold Hardrada to the small village of Stamford Bridge in Yorkshire. The English were coming, and all I had to defend the bridge was a ss peanut. After single-handedly delayng the entire English army and killing 40 of them, I was felled.

Other than that, I did have a couple of SAK situations where I was able to open bottles for complete strangers, much to their delight.
 
I just had my 3rd child last night. I'm not kidding, 12 hours of labor but my Wife has given me the best gift I could ever ask for.

However, after the delivery it is tradition we smoke a cigar (cheap as this is the 3rd kid and I'm broke you know). The men all went downstairs, and we got ready. No one had a blade to cut the cigars with! I saved the day with my Leatherman Sidekick, cut the cigars, and then after 3-4 puffs (we're not smokers you can tell) we went back in.

New kid and Wife come back tomorrow! I can't wait.

K.O.D. thanks for the chance in the giveaway, and this is very kind of you to do.
 
K.O.D. hey brother, thank you for the chance! Secondly, reading your request, an instance comes immediately to mind. I was at a popular craft beer pub having a couple brews with the guys when I look out the window, and see this woman with a small dog. She had tied this poor thing to the railing of the fence which fenced in the patio area (like an idiot) and had gone in for a beer. This little dog had twisted itself all around and was essentially hogtied by a wide seat-belt material leash. I came to the rescue with my ZT 0350. I'd sharpened it a day or two before, so it made short work of the leash. She was pissed that I'd cut up an expensive leash, but then I told her that maybe she should have left fido at home if she was going to go somewhere for drinks. She shut up, took her little dog, who was grateful for the release and was still trying to lick my hands, and she left. It was one of those times I was glad to have good steel on me.
 
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Cool of you to do the giveaway, can't enter myself as my knife has never saved my life. I've used it to cut fruit, open mail, open and breakdown boxes, cutting zip ties around newspaper bundles...all things knives are handy for, but hardly noteworthy.
 
So, I was doing my martial arts training a few years back, and it just so happens to be in suburbia. Class ran far later then usual, ending at about 8:00pm (this was in the middle of winter, so it was frigid and pitch black out). I went to start up my truck, but it would not start up. Talk about an oh crap moment. Everyone had already left, so there was no one to give me a lift or a hand. So, I had to start making my ten block hike back to my house. In my center console, I keep a 2009 Buck nighthawk as my Just in Case knife. I picked it up and shoved it in my belt line, under my jacket, as it was a crappy neighborhood to say the least. About 3 blocks into my hike, I noticed someone pop out of an ally and start walking the same direction as me. I slipped my hand under my jacket and grabbed the handle of my blade for comfort. Another two blocks and he had gotten uncomfortable close; less then10 feet away. One more block, and I heard the unmistakable snap of a blade being locked into position. I have no idea who this person was, but I had a pretty good idea as to what he wanted and had no doubts he knew how to use his weapon. He started walking up very fast, so I prayed that the good Lord let me see the day again, I drew my blade, and I prepared to defend myself. He looked at me, and we stood facing each other for what seemed like forever. Eventually, he just slowly backed away into an ally. Even though it mush have been 10 degrees out, I was sweating like a pig. I knew I would have died that night if I did not have my blade and the grace of my good Lord. And that is how I have been saved by a blade! I still keep that knife in the console or on my belt every day

Thanks for this opportunity!
 
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I'm in--I think--the most intense situation that a blade played a role in was this for me: Two of my college buddies and I used to throw parties for $ at school. We were at the local beer distributor picking up several kegs for our latest 'event' We had them loaded and four gnarly looking fellows started to come over our way across the parking lot. Well the distributor had 4 Dobermans tied up beside the doors to the warehouse. Thinking these guys were gonna rob us-or worse, I used my ninja-like reflexes and ran over to the dogs--who knew me, and cut the ropes holding them to the warehouse, and they took off towards the 'ner do wells, chasing them out on over the fence, and me and my partner drove away without incident... My partner did have to comment on how slow my fat ass ran over to the dogs though--ninja lie my ass I seem to remember.
Hope that qualifies.

Nice GAW whichever.
 
My knife potentially saved me from being mugged one night.

My friend and I had gone out to a bar in a slightly shadier part of town. We were both thoroughly inebriated (he probably shouldn't have been driving) and he wanted to stop at a gas station to use the restroom and get some water/snacks. We rolled up to this gas station at about 2 am or so and he walked in.

There was only one other car there, parked next to us in the front, absolutely no one else around, dead quiet. I have no idea why but I got out of the car to sit outside. The two guys sitting in their car next to ours were looking shady as hell like they were strung out on crack or something (one black, one hispanic, just sitting there smoking). When I got out they the shorter hispanic guy looked at me and said "what's up homie?" I tried to casually reply "nothing just ****ing drunk."

Anyways I sat down a few feet away. Still absolutely no one around, still dead quiet, my friend was taking his sweet time in the restroom. These guys kept eyeing me up (I had a nice Citizen watch on) and eventually the shorter hispanic guy got out of the car and slowly started walking behind me. The second he did that I stood up and walked down the sidewalk a bit, he turned around. I brought out my Mini Grip and started playing with it in plain sight, then walked into the gas station. After that the guys got back in their car and drove away immediately.

So I can't say for sure but I'm 99% sure those guys had some bad intentions and that I made them rethink their target. Thanks for the giveaway and good luck all! Wish I had a cooler story.
 
I was walking down the street one day when a panhandler approached me. He asked me for a dollar. I told him I didn't have a dollar. He said "well then how bout a quarter? Anything?" I told him I didn't have any money. He said "you're walking around the wrong part o town, white boy". (He was white too, for Christ sake). Anyway, he pulls out a screwdriver, holds it saber grip and starts walking toward me. At the time I was wearing khakis and a polo shirt, so imagine his surprise when I whipped out a Rekat Sifu, flicked it open, and said "all I've got on me is my little pocket knife"! I held the 5.5 inch blade out for him to see. He basically shit his pants and said "naw, were cool - enjoy your walk". I said "are you sure you don't want me to carve you up like a turkey?" He says "naw man I was just kidding".
 
Got another one... I was taking my family to visit my wife's mother. We were in the middle of nowhere when one of the tires "Alligator skinned". After sliding and skidding to the side of the road I assessed the situation. Nobody for miles. No cell phones. The spare well contained a hydraulic bottle jack, the spare, and a 4 way. No jack handle. Racked my brain for solutions for a few minutes, then the lightbulb went off. I stuck the tip of my basic 9 in the hole and wedged the edge into the groove where the pin goes. It had enough in it to grip and I had enough leverage to jack up the car. I got the spare on and we were back on the road. If I hadn't had that knife, there's no telling how long we would have been out there. To make things worse, my son was a newborn and my 5 year old daughter had just gotten out of the hospital after being paralyzed w from the neck down for four months. I was pretty worried at first to say the least.
 
My story involves a knife, but it was not used in the story it was a reward. My family and I had a boat for for most of my childhood. We were on it all summer every summer. One day my sister, who was 6 at the time and I was 8, was walking too close to the edge of the dock and slipped and fell in, the drop was about 6 feet. She was not a very good simmer at the time and she was very frightened. There were no adults around at that moment, just me, I jumped into the water within seconds of her falling and grabbed my sister under her arms and pulled her up on the swim platform of the boat. It was at that time all the adults had heard the noise and ran over to see me holding my little sister on the back of the boat. My grandfather, who has always been a big knife guy, gave me my first Puukko(Finnish Knife) for rescuing my sister. I still have the knife to this day, I am 30 now, it is my most prized knife.
 
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My story involves a knife, but it was not used in the story it was a reward. My family and I had a boat for for most of my childhood. We were on it all summer every summer. One day my sister, who was 6 at the time and I was 8, was walking too close to the edge of the dock and slipped and fell in, the drop was about 6 feet. She was not a very good simmer at the time and she was very frightened. There were no adults around at that moment, just me, I jumped into the water within seconds of her falling and grabbed my sister under her arms and pulled her up on the swim platform of the boat. It was at that time all the adults had heard the noise and ran over to see me holding my little sister on the back of the boat. My grandfather, who has always been a big knife guy, gave me my first Puukko(Finnish Knife) for rescuing my sister. I still have the knife to this day, I am 30 now, it is my most prized knife.
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I like this story. You win. Pm or email me your name and address and the knife will be in the mail. bernard@bepinsurance.com
 
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