NEW Buck Knife Give-a-way

JAGcustomknives said:
How about a picture contest Dave?
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well i thought of that also ... but
ite does his sunday picture show every week so
i DO not want to take any iceing off his cup cake
if any one takes pictures of their buck
post them in the sunday picture show ya'all !!!
 
mbjannusch said:
How about a "Glad I had my Buck knife" story
Example:
I was walking my dog in the woods and was attacked by a couger, glad I had my Buck ***, I'm still alive.
I locked myself out of the house, but I'm glad I had my Buck ***.
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Sold !!! that will be the theam of the entrys !!!
thanks ... i needed that ... glad i had my buck knife out when i read this !!!
 
110 Dave said:
well i thought of that also ... but
ite does his sunday picture show every week so
i DO not want to take any iceing off his cup cake
if any one takes pictures of their buck
post them in the sunday picture show ya'all !!!
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Thanks 110 Dave...
 
I was incredibly glad I had my buck omni hunter last month when I went deep wood hiking with my girlfriend. Ended up having to baton some wood to try to build a fire, and since I didn't have anything bigger on me I had to chop and baton with the small little buck lol. Was quite handy, the thick stock and very strong tip saved my butt that day
 
Not that its a good story but, my co worker told me a Glad I Had my Buck story on the weekend. He was walking home late through a wooded area and was surrounded by a couple of "Cranbrook Deer" (youtube ) (caution shocking) Dog survied....
Probably the most watched Youtube video to come out of these woods...
 
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well i have my own glad i had my buck knife tale!!!
every word is true too.. no shed juce night mare here!
buck sway was a tearing down a lean too shed on his place
i was a helping ... well i seen some thing outa the corner of my eye ...
ya knows were it tant real clear 20/20 vison..
any ways
i picked up a tember that was on the concreat and low and behold
a florida coper head about 3 foot long was not happy i exposed him !!!
he went to strike and missed and i managed to get him pined with the 3 foot crow bar i had
well he had a foot o his body ( de part with de teath) not under that dang crow bar and
de measly two foot dat was between his mouth and my hand sure did seem almost not enugh crow bar!
and i sure was a wishing really bad dat he would not grow any more jest at that time!!
well ol bro come a running with the steal rake an pined him down and
i tooks my trusty 110 and seperated the part with de teeth from da rest o him..
tossed de dead parts cross the street were the cows promply started a stomping what was elft
ya can bet a dime to a donut hole that i was dayum
glad i had my buck knife !!!
 
No wild animals, or vicious deer in this story, But I sure was glad I had my Buck Knife...
Back in '80 or '81 I was in the Coast Guard stationed in Seattle. The Cutter was in home port for the Holidays and I was one of the lucky ones to get a week long Vacation chit through. I had just lost my first Buck, a 112 that I had since a teen, over the side up in Alaska. The next port that had a PX I went in and got me a brand new 703 and thought that it was the neatest thing since sliced bread...Back in those days travelin was still a big deal to me and having packed my bags and got a bus to the airport I was very excited to fly again. Well when my carry on bag went through the machine the man there said he needed to have a look see what was in it, and there it was, my pride and joy, in the hands of the man with the badge! We had to travel in uniform back then, and the man looked at the knife, looked at me, smiled and said "nice knife!, going home for the Holidays?" Yes sir I said back. He put the Buck back into my bag and said" have a nice trip."

So you see, I sure was glad that I had my Buck Knife...still !!!


and I still have and use that old 703...

:D
 
My Glad I had My Buck knife story is from 2001. We were at the local cliff jumping place. One of my friends was about to jump off a cliff which required some speed on the approach to clear the shore. Another fellow noticed some people hanging out below so he yelled at the jumper (midstride) to stop. He tried to stop, but the gravel wouldn't allow it. He tumbled 60 feet over the cliff into inches off water. I was the first one down there, he was concious but badly bruised, and could not feel me touching his legs. He soon started turning white and the bump on his head dissapeared.
I knew he had to be treated as a spinal injury, and it was time to make a stretcher, as we were a few Km off the main road. I yelled to the 25 or so people with their hands over their mouths still for a hand saw, but since we were some wasy up a mountain, no one had one. I did have My Crosslock 180 with clip and serrated sheepsfoot blade. I managed to make a stretcher with My Buck, and my friend was safely moved to the hospital.
I'm sure he was glad someone had a Buck knife, I was.
 
Well, when I published this story the first time,
nobody believed neither that it is a true story, nor
that I wrote it. Please make your own opinion.

Haebbie

Hunter's Luck

A true adventure

It is half past nine
In the morning time
It’s funny to hunt
Nothing else I want
For the supper tonight a big steak will be mine

It is ten o’ clock
Dream from hunting rock
And my deeply loved misses
I dismiss with some kisses
She goes shopping so long till the shopping mall lock.

Whistling a skiffle
I put out the rifle
And with needful grave
I opened the save
To find the right knife - it is not a trifle

It is half past ten
It’s not easy then
Do I take the skinner?
But the dagger is thinner
And the Buck Koji Folder is nothing for men

It’s ten past eleven
I pray up in the heaven
The knife must be crispy
Found a bottle of Whisky
With malt in brain reduce selection to seven

Its up to noon
I’ve to hurry soon
Is the folder the best
Take the fixed for the rest
The frontiersman is great like the knives tycoon

The bell chimes one
The first bottle is gone
Do I take the old tool
Kids are coming from school
I stay quite steady that they think here is none

I stood half an hour
Thinking hunting goes sour
No reason to shatter
The luck shifts to better
The kids go out using dads muscle car power

Five minutes to three
Came a meddlesome bee
Stings in my thumb
Stopped the pain with white rum
This large brown thing outside is that a tree?

Some minutes past four
It nocks at the door
Try to say no one is here
Dreaming hunting a deer
But the noise was so strange that I was looking for

Large nighthawk in hand
To the door I went
But I had no sight
Rum takes it out of my might
So I couldn’t see who took outside his stand

Not a moment later
I thought I hate her
Women is home
Back from shopping dome
Its too early that I await her

I opened the door
Listened steps on the floor
Without any harm
She took me in her arm
But the knife in my hand makes an unpleasant sore

She fell on my tummy
I shout for my mummy
But the nighthawk slips
Between her ribs
I could not say that it was funny

I woke up at night
My wife stood beside
Was it a dream ?
But there was a team
To strip the brown bear that I knifed that it died

That's a true story - gentlemen - you can believe it!
 
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My brother and I were hunting turkey one day. I was to go out one side of the hill and he was going to go out the other side and we would meet at the point and do some calling. On the way out, I looked up on top of the hill and saw a bear paralleling me. It disappeared, but I was a little disconcerted because there had been reports of a rogue bear tryng to break into camps and it even got into the back of my neighbors truck and looted him of his trapping bait. After finishing the unsuccessful turkey hunt a couple hours later, my brother and I walked back to the car along the same side of the hill that I had gone out on. The hillside had alot of loose slate and was reasonably steep. Nearing the top, my brother all of a sudden called to me to stop. I didnt heed him because I had a head of steam going with left hand on the ground as a help and 12 ga. in my right hand. He called again and I responded with and aggravated.."Whaaaat?". He said "look in front of you". When I did, I found I was looking straight up the hill about 25 feet away from a 400lb black bear. It had both front paws up on a stump and it growled feircely to get my attention. I saw behind her, her 2 young cubs. Needless to say, I was scared silly. The mother continued to snarl at me suggestively and I figgered I'm in trouble as my only hopes were that she would go away(seemed unlikely), I could shoot her in the eye with my 12 ga(would just tick her off) or I could hope if she charged me, I could step out of the way and she would slide way down the hill on the loose slate.

She gave another bellow and waved her paw at me, but when I turned the other way she decided to charge. I tried to get out of the way, but she swiped at me and gathered me in and we both went for a tumble down the hill. Once we had stopped, I found myself flat on my back with her sitting on my legs. Knowing that I was now dead, I started to close my eyes waiting for the end. As I did, I saw her reach her paw way behind her like she was winding up for the knockout punch. As her paw came forward, I noticed that something was in it. Her paw stopped right in front of my face and in it was a nice big apple. She said to me "Hey fella, all I have is this one apple and my little Barry has a cold and I dont want him to give it to his sister. Do you think you could split it for me?"

Boy was I glad I had my Buck knife!

True story(some of it at least)
 
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110 Dave said:
dang lol on two stories !!!
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Seeing your snake post reminded me of one but it was just another day, nothing special. It was a few years ago I was at my daughters school one afternoon picking her up or school function, don't recall. But anyway, there was some fuss as I was walking up and turned out there was a little pigmy rattler next to the sidewalk, someone kinda pinned it down and was wondering what to do with it. Well I didn't have a shovel or hoe in the truck so I just stepped on it's head and slid my 501 out and easily divided his head from the rest, wiped the knife off on my lower pant leg as normal and went on about as usual.

The thing is my Buck is always with me so it's just another day. If I got pants on I got my knife with me, if not heaven forbid I leave it on the bench or what have you, its like a void, weird feeling that aggravates ya all day, worse than having a song like B I N G O stuck in yur head. In fact I just got a 484 last year to clip on my bathing suit when I'm out on the boat scalloping or diving, even though there's always a fillet knife close but not close enough.

So for me the only thing close to drama is not having my Buck. But I'll try and think back for a decent story.
 
When my son was about 10 years old, I gave him a lesson in knife safety. "The first rule is to never have your hand in front of the knife. It might slip and cut you." As a demonstration, I held my hand in front and made the knife slip (a little too much). After a trip to the ER and about 8 stitches, I had taught him a lesson he remembers 30 years later. Boy am I glad I had my Buck knife.
 
bertl said:
When my son was about 10 years old, I gave him a lesson in knife safety. "The first rule is to never have your hand in front of the knife. It might slip and cut you." As a demonstration, I held my hand in front and made the knife slip (a little too much). After a trip to the ER and about 8 stitches, I had taught him a lesson he remembers 30 years later. Boy am I glad I had my Buck knife.
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Would'nt want to be cut by anything else...
 
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Glad I had my Buck knife when I was 12 years old and walking to close too a fast moving creek and fell in. I was clinging to an out-stretched root with one hand but the bank was too slippery to grasp anything with my other hand. It was then I remembered my Buck knife on my belt. I pulled it out with my free hand and opened the blade with my teeth. I stabbed it into the muddy clay earth of the bank and pulled myself up inch by inch until I was standing on dry ground again. Thanks to my trusty buck.

That's my entry. Truth is yes I fell in a creek the same way and was hanging on for dear life but did not have my Buck knife that day and had to be rescued by my Dad and Grandpa. Thanks to my Cousin who ran and got help. After that I swore to never go in the wood with out my Buck Knife on my belt.
 
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