Had a busy pocket knife day yesterday. There was a film crew at work, from National Geographic, and they were filming a variety of things. First up, they filmed a surgery we were performing on one of our 13 foot gators. He's has huge calluses on his feet for a few years, and it was time to cut them out. It took four of us to jump him and control him (Being the senior, I of course jumped first, right on his shoulders, the closest to his mouth). Once we were on him, we put some towels over his eyes to calm him and taped up his mouth and eyes. After about the hour long procedure, it was time to release him. He was waking up from his meds and was starting to get angsty, so we didn't want to unravel the tape off and risk having our hands next to his face (and his mouth), so out comes the Peanut and off comes the tape, having been cut right down the middle.
Next up, the Gator Jumparoo area. They wanted to get a shot of the gators jumping up out of the water for some chicken, but wanted a Point-of-View shot, so they tied and taped a camera to the cable that goes out over the main lake, facing down, with a cable below it and a chicken attached. The camera went out, the gators jumped, and the shoot was a success. Camera cames back in and a tech's Leatherman comes out. He tries pulling the duct tape off the camera, and wasn;t being too successful. He then switches to the multitool's blade, and that isn;t doing to well either. They are yanking and pulling on the tape, which is not giving into them. Of course, out comes my Peanut, and a few cuts later, the duct tape and zip-ties they've used are done for. The tech, impressed, asks to look my Peanut over. He can't believe such a tiny implement could outperform his Multitool.
Next task, autoposy. One of our birds has died, and we wantr to know why. There are no scalpels, so of course I take out my Peanut and start cutting the bird open. That little pen blade sure makes a great surgical tool. Feathers, skin, innards, no match for my little razor. Never found out what the bird had died from, but made short work of dismantling it.
Then came some basic knife chores. Box cutting, twine cutting, etc. We received a shipment of chicken (frozen, for the gators), and had to open the boxes, remove the chicken, and dispose of the boxes. My Peanut out cut two tacticools in cutting the boxes open, and tearing them down. No surprise there. Later, we had to go get hay for the petting zoo, and my knife cut the twine holding the bin together.
Last but not least, after thoroughly washing out my blades, I used it to cut up some Salisbury Steaks I brought to work for lunch. It was a late lunch, but man did it taste good.
All in all a very busy day for me and my Peanut, but it never let me down. Then again, has it ever?
