"Oops, I didn't mean to bring this here."

I wandered into a perfectly good artillery duel with just a 9mm sidearm, that was pretty lame.
 
Back in high school, I was sharpening my ZDP Endura one night and set it on a pile of books in my room. Threw the pile of books in my bookbag the next morning rushing out the door and the knife got tossed in too. Ended up looking for it when I got home and found out it rode along in my bookbag for the day. Whoops.
 
I actually left the Esee 4 strapped to my back again yesterday when I went to work. A customer saw it and complained about it. The manager and a security guy came and closed up my till and looked at me all serious and were like, "So, a customer complained about the knife on your back" and I touched my back and found it there and my heart sank.

Lucky for me, they were super cool with it and just held on to it for the day and told me to make sure I put it in my locker before I come onto the floor. Actually the security was really impressed with it and said "Wow! this is real heavy duty!" and asked me if I sharpen my knives and such. I think I may have sold him on a local dealer to get his own knife.

I'm so incredibly lucky though, because they could have easily thought that my intentions were bad and taken me in for some "business."
 
After school, I put my EDC into my pocket. One day, I put it into my fleece and zipped up the pocket. Next day at school I was reaching into the pocket for an eraser and felt first the Delica, and then the color drain from my face. Rest of the day I was scared, and avoided contact with all administrators.
 
Oh, how times have changed. I never, ever went to school without a pocketknife. Junior High was a Barlow slippy, High School a Old Timer by Shrade. Thought nothing of it. When we drove to school there were often deer rifles in the car. Never gave it a second thought.
 
I am very careful of where i go with my knives.
And I usually ask if i may have one on me when at work.
Never had any mishaps. Yet. :D
 
Planterz said:
2.5" maximum in a federal government building. But unless you've got a big knife obviously visible on your belt, nobody will notice or care what knife you might have in your pocket at the PO.
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2.5" max, that is good to know. My po is in a relatively small town and they dont care too much, but I still leave the fixed blades in the truck.
 
Shortly after 9/11 I started travelling frequently for work, and on one of the first trips I forgot I had my EDC SAK in my pocket. Not a major hassle, but it was confiscated by the TSA. I replaced it, and then about a month later was heading out on another trip and once again forgot about my SAK. That knife was also confiscated by the TSA. Now part of my pre-trip prep is to make 100% sure I've secured all of my knives prior to heading out.
 
I've made a habit of putting my Buck 110 sheath on my belt the moment I get home from school. This habit has been so imprinted upon my mind that I didn't notice that when I got into my good slacks for the spring band concert (I play trombone) I'd immediately followed the belt through the loops with the sheath. I showed up and three different people in the hallway commented on why I'd brought a hunting knife to a band concert.
 
I brought an HTM Madd Maxx 5.5 (Assisted) through security and into a federal courtroom in Tyler, Texas.

Not my brightest day.

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Bunch of times, usually SAK's.

All through elementary and Jr High in the '70s and '80s I had a scout knife in my pocket, and really didn't think anything of it. In High School I upgraded to a SAK Explorer.

After my brother lost that for me, I just clipped a Classic to my keychain.
Brought it to Great America - I think I rode the bus, had no place to stash it - they confiscated it.
Replaced it - next time I went there, I was sure to leave it in the car.

Went to court for marriage stuff - pre 9/11 - only had to leave it in the little cup. Got it back when I left.

On 9/12/2001, I picked my mom up at the Sacramento airport. Place was deserted. She's in a wheelchair, so my wife got permission for us to pick her up at the gate (the week before, we wouldn't have needed permission...) They wouldn't let me in, due to my SAK classic.

I still never learn - flew to Hawaii a couple years later - I got through security at SFO with it, but leaving Honolulu TSA figured they needed it more than me.
Next time I flew from SFO, they wouldn't let it through, either. Lost another.

About 2 years ago I went on vacation to Vegas. We drove, and stayed with a friend out of town for a few days, and at a hotel for 2. I brought a BM940 and a Manix2. Didn't like leaving 'em in around, so I kept one in my RFP and the other in a cargo pocket.
Going to the top of one of the hotels, they had a detector. If I'd had just the 940, I probably would have placed it in the bin for them to hold, but I figured I'd have trouble explaining the need for two pocketknives in a Vegas hotel. So I ran back to the room and stuck 'em in a drawer, while my wife and daughters went ahead.

I now have quick-release for my keychain knives, and try to think about where I'll be going and what may (or may not) be appropriate to bring. But I'm sure I've brought a Para2 to the post office, and not thought a thing of it.
 
Back in 10th grade, during the duck season from November-February, my dad and I would get up every weekend morning at 3am, drive to the boat landing, lay all our decoys out, and hunt from sunrise to about 10, or whenever we got our limit.
I would always bring my Spydie Pacific salt along, strapped to my right pocket (this was right when I really started to get into knives).

Well, one day in December or something, after a fairly successful hunt, I put it in my Patagonia fleece, and forgot about it for a while. The next monday, it rode along with me on the bus and to school. It wasn't until my AP Bio class that I realized that it was with me. My teacher, Mr. Johnsen (oh my god, the memories are rushing back) was a serious snoozer; monotone, boring, the whole nine yards. So when I kicked my chair back, and stuck my hand in my pocket to prepare for a rest, not only did I realize the knife was with me, I cut my ring finger up like hell. It was bleeding all over the room. It really hurt, and I let out a loud expletive (S#!T!!!!!!), and ran out to the bathroom to get some paper towels. My knife slid out my pocket somewhere in the turmoil, but my buddy Nick (were still friends nick) realizing what happened picked it up, slipped it in his backpack, and gave it back to me later. That was a funny day.



I'm sitting here staring at the scar and laughing like a loser remembering that day.
 
When we were flying back to Japan a few years back my wife brought a spyderco cricket on the plane.
It was purely an accident but it made it through security surprisingly.

She was using it as a money clip at the time and forgot that it was even there.
She didn't even realize it until I pointed it out to her a few days after landing.

KG
 
I've made it to the metal detector in a courthouse with my CS recon one in my pocket. I was just paying a ticket and the guard was cool enough to let me sit it on his desk for a few minutes and not walk back to my car.

I popped the detector at county court and they just waved me through because I'd been in and out 10x that week(child custody case) I got up to the office and realized I had a Gerber artifact with a razor blade in my pocket.

I've been sent back to my car when the X-ray thing picked up the lock pick set in my wallet.

Those are the worst.
 
Lone wolf Paul into court,(DON'T ASK)
Razor blade on a plane(Also I bypassed TSA with a METAL pen LOL)
Multitool into elementary school
Cat(4LEG Animal) into home depot
Custom knife while ATVing
Etc
 
My wife carries a folder and a stun gun in her purse. We were flying out of SeaTac to LAX and she forgot that she had these things in there. When we went though security they took her folder (which was a old Kershaw) and didn't say a thing about her stun gun, they must have just missed it. Anyway, we didn't say a thing :D


I've snuk knives into fairs and concerts etc. I just wear a big belt buckle and clip my knife behind it.

In high school I had got back from camping and left a folder in my back pack. At my high school, having a knife was grounds for not only expulsion but also arrest. That Monday I happened to give some Excedrin (we weren't allowed to have any medication, especially not pills with a big "E" on it) to a young gal with some PMS and later in the day she mentioned it to someone who mentioned it to someone and I got called into the security office. When the police officer (yes we actually had a full time police officer at our school, pistol and all) searched my backpack he touched by zippo and my Schrade Beast and just looked away. (I was an engineering student in advanced Math classes, AP courses and on the California Governors honor roll :D ) He zipped up my bag and let me go. They did take my pain pills though :(
 
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thirdtooth said:
worst was that i brought a buck vantage to a night club. It was a night club that had had a few "issues" with knives in the past so i should have expected a pat down. I never bring knives to bars but this night we were supposed to just have a house party (so i had my knife in order to slice a lime for the most part) and one whiny dude dragged everyone to the bars. Didn't get in shit but the confiscated it and wouldn't give it back until i came back the next day because they didn't know i was dd and "couldn't trust that i would make sober decisions with a knife". Whatever.
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profanity, profanity, profanity!
 
i brought a blade to sixflags and went through the metal detector, i rang , and the security didnt even say anything! i forgot it was there. i went to school on two seperate occasions, once i find brass nuckles in my pocket of my uniform when i was in 7th grade, and in 6th grade i freaked when i was out on recess and i see bottle rockets coming out of my pocket!
 
Doogoon said:
The other day I left my brand new Esee 4 strapped into my belt on my pants when I went to bed and woke up late the next morning
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I know this probably sounds very old-fashioned, but don't you take your pants off before you go to bed?! :)
 
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