Let's share more favorite Buck stories

[afishhunter]

Great stories. Anyone have more?

I cannot remember if I told this one on the previous thread on this topic or not. Anyway, this happened back in the '70's in northern Alabama, the names have been changed to protect the inn...er...idiotic.

A friend of mine had a cousin who had shot three deer. Each and every time, as he was approaching the deer, the deer got up and ran away. That third time, the idio..er, cousin put his gun in the deer's rack intending to take a photo. You guessed it. The deer revived and jumped up and ran away, carrying that guy's rifle with it. Sooo...fast forward to the end of deer season and I was visiting so I got an invite to go hunting. Now, Alabama has a deer herd second only to TX in size and the density is far greater. This guy shoots a deer. It is down on the ground. He goes crazy, pulls out his Buck 119 (as I remember) and starts stabbing that deer furiously, over and over, yelling something like, "You ain't goin' nowhere, this time." HaHahaha!

This is the same idio..er, fellow who was riding a motorcycle down the road one day. He had no shirt on, but he had on one of those thin nylon wind breakers zipped only enough at the bottom to keep in from flying open. When on the motorcycle, the jacket ballooned out because of the wind and suddenly a big wasp flew into the jacket and wanted out. It started stinging everything in sight, and that meant this idiot driving the motorcycle. He started slapping and yelling and trying to tear that jacket off. We thought he had lost his mind. He went by us about 60mph yelling incoherently, slapping, and jerking until he suddenly just had to jump off of that motorcycle at speed and roll around on the asphalt. When we got to him, what wasn't scraped up from the road was covered in big welts from the wasp stings. HaHahaha!

Sounds like a guy I knew in high school that enjoyed wizzing (up close) on activated electric fences.

 

[Makael]

3 or so years ago I bought my first knife at the factory Xmas sale. Well holy crap now I've got a lot of knives and build sheaths. I didnt see that coming.

 

[sassafrassdogs]

Sounds like a guy I knew in high school that enjoyed wizzing (up close) on activated electric fences.

I accidentally did that on an electric fence for cattle, when it sparked I jumped back and at the same time my gun barrel hit the wire...I look real close now...

I've been collecting edged weapons/tools for 35 + years. Lost my b*tt on collecting Ca*e started to mingle with Buck but staying to mostly to US Military. The one day I got in contact with this guy that sold knives on the bay, his name was Craig. My lord who would've thunk that I would end up with the awesome 1 of 1 knives 1 of not very many. At the time I had at least one knife mounted on every wall of my house a couple with several knives. Now I have lots and lots of Buck knives everywhere. If they don't have a sheath, no problem, Craig has a friend named Mike who makes custom sheaths... So now I have bunches and bunches of COOL Buck Knives with Cool Sheaths, I also have a couple of Good Friends. Then there are the Friends I'm meeting here on the forum...

How's that for a Buck story?

 

[DOGPOUND77]

I like the 1st part of yer story best---hahahaha-just kidding my friend---happy 4th of july!!!!!
actually I like it all.....

 

[bucksway]

I was catching up on this thread and remembered another story about Bucks..My father in law knew a sporting goods store that sharpened knives on a belt sanderin the back for a dollar and had them do mine...It was really sharp with a thin edge that would chip if you breathed on it. I was closing it one handed and didn't quite get my ring finger out of the way and when it snapped shut it cut off the end of my finger tip and I had a thin slice a little smaller than a dime...and a lot of blood all over the seat. It took weeks to heal and for longer than that every time I touched anything it was like a little electric shock running up my arm..I never let them do another and for years after that my father in law would bring it up whenever we drove by..

 

[Hickory n steel]

This story is about the deer and not the knife but I'll sneak it in. My subdivision has like a community facebook page. Some lady just posted on it that the county needs to move the deer crossing sign somewhere else because too many deer are being hit along that stretch of road. Some people just don't have a clue about how the world works..... HONEST, someone really posted that!!!

 

[aztaco]

My grandfather, WW2 vet Solomons campaign and a great man and role model gave me my first Buck knife in 1978. It was a 110 folder. I carried it religiously for ten years, even to school. It went on many adventures. Hunting, fishing, etc. Then one day I was on my way to MEPS and was told leave it home and get it after advanced training. So I rolled it up in a crown royal bag and stuffed it up over my bedroom closet on the inside where I cut out the drywall with it and made a little tin foil and cardboard lined cubby hole/stash spot back in high school. I put it there so my little brother wouldn't steal it.

I forgot about it. Right out of advanced training I was assigned to a CSAR unit and found myself in panama, then off to Africa for senator Leland's search, then Kuwait.... life came fast. I picked up a spyderco delica at the base exchange and forgot about my companion for many years.

Fast forward almost 30 years to September of 2017. My mother is cleaning out the house I grew up in to sell it and move into a condo. She is on a step stool in the closet of her home office (my old bedroom) cleaning out the top shelf and somehow notices the drywall sticking out. Investigates and the drywall comes out, reaches in the hole and low and behold finds my trusty old 110.

Sends it to me and I do a cleanup and a sharpen and she is good as new and back by my side.








I bought my son one so he too can enjoy the best locking folder ever made.

 

[street soldier]

My grandfather, WW2 vet Solomons campaign and a great man and role model gave me my first Buck knife in 1978. It was a 110 folder. I carried it religiously for ten years, even to school. It went on many adventures. Hunting, fishing, etc. Then one day I was on my way to MEPS and was told leave it home and get it after advanced training. So I rolled it up in a crown royal bag and stuffed it up over my bedroom closet on the inside where I cut out the drywall with it and made a little tin foil and cardboard lined cubby hole/stash spot back in high school. I put it there so my little brother wouldn't steal it.

I forgot about it. Right out of advanced training I was assigned to a CSAR unit and found myself in panama, then off to Africa for senator Leland's search, then Kuwait.... life came fast. I picked up a spyderco delica at the base exchange and forgot about my companion for many years.

Fast forward almost 30 years to September of 2017. My mother is cleaning out the house I grew up in to sell it and move into a condo. She is on a step stool in the closet of her home office (my old bedroom) cleaning out the top shelf and somehow notices the drywall sticking out. Investigates and the drywall comes out, reaches in the hole and low and behold finds my trusty old 110.

Sends it to me and I do a cleanup and a sharpen and she is good as new and back by my side.








I bought my son one so he too can enjoy the best locking folder ever made.

That's an awesome story. Thanks for sharing it with us.

John

 

[Makael]

I was diggin thru my display case and come across this Buck Story.

I was sitting watching TV and my daughter comes running in the house saying that the Dog, (Weiner Dog) was pooping money. So I got up laughing and followed her to the pile of money.
Low and behold the dog had ate a dollar bill and pooped it out. lol. So this is my Buck story. lol

 

[J Buck]

I was diggin thru my display case and come across this Buck Story.

I was sitting watching TV and my daughter comes running in the house saying that the Dog, (Weiner Dog) was pooping money. So I got up laughing and followed her to the pile of money.
Low and behold the dog had ate a dollar bill and pooped it out. lol. So this is my Buck story. lol

I too have a doxie named Ruger. Ate a large staple, a bread tie, all the stuffing out of a squeaky toy, and chewed holes and swallowed the material out of I-don't-know how many of his blankets. Never any money though, probably because it's so rare around our house.........