Share a story of a knife preventing injury or saving a life

Hey Guys...

My brother in law cut a guy out of a burning pickup with a knife I gave him for Christmas...

I'm pretty proud of that...

Out of about 15 people standing there watching,, my brother in law was the only one who had a pocket knife...

ttyle

Eric
O/ST
 
A couple of drunk college frat guys tried to jump my girlfriend and I one night. It was 2 in the morning and I was just getting off of RA duty and heading back to my dorm; my girlfriend had come to visit me and walk back with me. Since I had just gotten off of duty, I had my backpack full of books and my laptop, and my girlfriend was wearing flipflops, so neither of us were too agile to say the least. Along came these 5 college frat guys who were obviously drunk; we crossed path, and one of them purposedly elbowed me, spun around, and tried to pick a fight with me. When he and 2 of his buddies raised their fists and started advancing forward, I deployed my Benchmade 710SBKD2 and told them to back off. They complied, while the other two guys tried to restrain them and turn them away from me and my girlfriend. I don’t dare to imagine what would have happened had they kept on advancing…
 
Well... I saved someone in a dream last night with a knife. We were at war (the neighborhood/city/whatever it was was in turmoil), and some guy came into a house and was gonna kill a kid with his knife when I nervously took out a waved knife and stabbed him but missed a weak spot. So we had to fight, and I won but I think I died too. I woke up and grabbed my arms (which were notably cut up in the dream).

The title says "share a story." It didn't say it had to be real :o

It was scary, though :(
 
On the note of dreams...my girlfriend once dreamed that her and I got mugged and were in a knife fight...we came out victorious...wonder how THAT Happened. Perhaps I'm talking about knives a bit too much around her? ;)
 
I had a dream where my house was being robbed and I split a guy's throat with my knife and shot the other intuders. It was very weird...:foot:
 
Jake the cat once got himself caught up in the handles of a plastic shopping bag. The bag got wrapped around his tummy. He was very upset, but I don't think it was life threatening. The easiest way to remove it was to just use the Spyderco Police to cut Jake free of the offending bag.
 
My freind was getting slaughtered by about 15-20 boys from the neighbouring scheme with bottles bats fists feet bricks knives.
Four of us ran at them out a car with swords and machetes they ran and my mates still alive.
 
I can't really say my knife saved my life, but there was this one time I was canoeing in the Okefenokee . . .

I was a couple of miles away from my camp when a pretty stiff wind came up. The bow was to high and the wind kept pushing the canoe sideways. I struggled with it for about 20 minutes until I realized it was useless. I needed more weight in the bow.

I was in a wide channel but the wind had pushed me over to the shore. I pulled the canoe up and walked a little ways until I found an old waterlogged log. It was about 4' long and weighed probably 50-60lbs, so I set it in the canoe and shoved off. I'd gone maybe 10' before the log shifted to one side and nearly capsized the canoe!

I got back on shore and used the saw blade on my SAK to cut four pieces of sapling tree that were about 3/4" in diameter. With the log centered in the bow, I used the four flexible sticks by wedging them between the gunwales and the log. Two on each side. this effectively pinned the log in place and I was on my way. Worked like a charm!

If I hadn't had my knife, it would have been close to impossible to get the length of the sticks just right, which was essential for them to work effectively.

I woulda hadta spend the night out there with just the "essentials" in my day-pack. I would have survived, but it wouldn't have been very comfortable. Besides, my good buddy "JACK" was waitin' back at camp.

Sometimes It's nice to drink alone!!

regards, CM.


PS. I just realized that if I hadn't been able to rig my canoe with that log, I might have capsized and been eaten by a gator!
So maybe my knife DID save my life!!! :D

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Halbie said:
EXPERIENCED backpacker here.

In the case that you DO have to go back down;
DON'T keep the pack on your back in that kind of situation.

Most backpackers I know carry at least 50' of nylon cord for hanging their food in a tree. It could also be used to lower the pack down first.
But in the case that you don't have any cord with you, just DROP the pack down first, ya silly tosser!

Anyhow, glad you made it out alive.

I got myself "rim-rocked" once on the way down some slick-rock in the Nevada desert. I'd already gone down 2 or 3 drops of 10' or so when I got to one about 20'. I couldn't go back so I just had to jump. :eek:

I made it. Nothing broken.
But I sure got more conservative on solo hikes after that. :o
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crustaceanmick said:
I can't really say my knife saved my life, but there was this one time I was canoeing in the Okefenokee . . .

I was a couple of miles away from my camp when a pretty stiff wind came up. The bow was to high and the wind kept pushing the canoe sideways. I struggled with it for about 20 minutes until I realized it was useless. I needed more weight in the bow.

I was in a wide channel but the wind had pushed me over to the shore. I pulled the canoe up and walked a little ways until I found an old waterlogged log. It was about 4' long and weighed probably 50-60lbs, so I set it in the canoe and shoved off. I'd gone maybe 10' before the log shifted to one side and nearly capsized the canoe!

I got back on shore and used the saw blade on my SAK to cut four pieces of sapling tree that were about 3/4" in diameter. With the log centered in the bow, I used the four flexible sticks by wedging them between the gunwales and the log. Two on each side. this effectively pinned the log in place and I was on my way. Worked like a charm!

If I hadn't had my knife, it would have been close to impossible to get the length of the sticks just right, which was essential for them to work effectively.

I woulda hadta spend the night out there with just the "essentials" in my day-pack. I would have survived, but it wouldn't have been very comfortable. Besides, my good buddy "JACK" was waitin' back at camp.

Sometimes It's nice to drink alone!!

regards, CM.


PS. I just realized that if I hadn't been able to rig my canoe with that log, I might have capsized and been eaten by a gator!
So maybe my knife DID save my life!!! :D

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EXPERIENCED backpacker here.

In the case that you DO have to go back down;
DON'T keep the pack on your back in that kind of situation.

Most backpackers I know carry at least 50' of nylon cord for hanging their food in a tree. It could also be used to lower the pack down first.
But in the case that you don't have any cord with you, just DROP the pack down first, ya silly tosser!

Anyhow, glad you made it out alive.

I got myself "rim-rocked" once on the way down some slick-rock in the Nevada desert. I'd already gone down 2 or 3 drops of 10' or so when I got to one about 20'. I couldn't go back so I just had to jump. :eek:

I made it. Nothing broken.
But I sure got more conservative on solo hikes after that. :o
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You know, I thought about dropping the pack. I could have also just taken it off and tied it to the tree I was leaning up against (yep, have about 30 foot cord). But, I wanted to try cutting my way through. As long as I could lean against something and cut, it seemed OK. Took longer than I liked, though. And, a pesky hornet around, to boot.
 
Can't say I saved a life, but I did use my EDC to free someone up. This would have been about 30 or so years ago. The church I was attending at the time didn't have pews in that church, but had folding chairs. There were a number of kinds. On some of them there was a gap between the back of the chair and the seat that was maybe 8" wide. One evening, I was at church at evening service. Some youngster in the back of the church managed to stick his head into that gap, and of course, he couldn't get it out again. I think he must have been about 5 years old, and he let folks know he was stuck using his loudest voice. A couple of us young fellas went over to see what we could do. We found that the back of the chair was held on with Phillips head screws. At the time, my EDC was a Vic Tinker. Out it came, and we used the Phillips on it to remove the screws and get the youngster freed up, none the worse for wear. As I remember, we got rid of all of that particular style of chair right away.
 
"I was lost in a dark cave one time at band camp. I took out my Mantits knive and opened the blade, maybe you all don't know it but Mantits knifes are soooo awesome that light shines from the blade (and don't forget they also make you larger). I used this light to find my way home...
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Mark K"

Dude, STFU already. It was semi-humorous about a month ago. Now you are just getting old. We all know that you have a thing about Mantis and their stupid shill campaign. We got that. But this is getting to the point where it is pathological. You are obsessing about a non-issue, and thinking that it is funny/important. It isn't. Just drop it and get on with your life. You will be much happier.

As to the topic of the thread, I have only had to use a knife once for anything other than regular tasks. I was still in college, and I was walking across the parking lot of a grocery store with my housemate's little sister. She would have been all of about 14-15 then. It was probably around eleven at night. The lot was mostly deserted, and we were parked on the far side, away from the store, as we had all gone to dinner on that side of the mall before we went shopping. We get about half way across the lot when a gang-banger wannabe starts heading our way, and looking around to see if anybody else is nearby. I mean straight at us, in the middle of an empty parking lot. I reached into my pocket and pulled out whatever liner lock it was I used to carry. I think it was a POS S&W Cutting horse, or something like that. I don't even remember anymore. I kept it down by the side of my leg, and flicked the blade out while staring straight at Mr. Wannabe. He saw it snap out, and suddenly changed direction, and decided that he had other business elsewhere. I watched him walking off the whole time until we got to the car. He glanced back one or twice, but kept going. The funny thing is that my friend's sister never noticed a thing, and didn't stop talking about whatever it was she had been going on about all night. Now this isn't meant as a "Bang my chest, Me big He-man" kind of story. But It was one time that I was really glad that I had a knife with me. Just having it, and letting the other guy see it was enough to avoid the confrontation.

-Mb
 
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One of my technicians and I went to service a high speed printer. The tech didn't remove his neck tie like he should have it got cot in the printer and I pulled out my pocket knife and cut his tie before it pulled his face into the printer.
 
The_Monkeyboy said:
We get about half way across the lot when a gang-banger wannabe starts heading our way, and looking around to see if anybody else is nearby. I mean straight at us, in the middle of an empty parking lot. I reached into my pocket and pulled out whatever liner lock it was I used to carry. I think it was a POS S&W Cutting horse, or something like that. I don't even remember anymore. I kept it down by the side of my leg, and flicked the blade out while staring straight at Mr. Wannabe. He saw it snap out, and suddenly changed direction, and decided that he had other business elsewhere. I watched him walking off the whole time until we got to the car. He glanced back one or twice, but kept going. The funny thing is that my friend's sister never noticed a thing, and didn't stop talking about whatever it was she had been going on about all night. Now this isn't meant as a "Bang my chest, Me big He-man" kind of story. But It was one time that I was really glad that I had a knife with me. Just having it, and letting the other guy see it was enough to avoid the confrontation.

-Mb
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Dude, what if that guy had a gun???

Good story, though; just glad it ended well.
 
cereedy said:
One of my technicians and I went to service a high speed printer. The tech didn't remove his neck tie like he should have it got cot in the printer and I pulled out my pocket knife and cut his tie before it pulled his face into the printer.
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I can't resist... Did you buy him a new tie?

Now... Back to our regular broadcast schedule!
 
THG said:
Dude, what if that guy had a gun???

Good story, though; just glad it ended well.
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I would have been well and truly screwed. But if he had a gun, he would have come after us regardless of whether I had a knife or not. As is was, the whole confrontation never happened, simply because there was a knife there.

-Mb
 
About 1991 or 1992 my father had 10 lobster traps and a recreational license. It was a good way to get some lobsters for dinner time to time in the summers. He would hand haul them from a 13 foot boston whaler. If anyone has ever been in one they know that there is little freeboard and low gunwales. He had the pot on the gunwale and the line coiled in the bilge of the boat. He pushed the trap over after putting bait in it and before he knew it the bight of the line (about 3/8 inch diameter) had taken a round turn around his ankle and was pulling him overboard with the trap (they weigh about 50 or 60 lbs).

He had been given a serrated spyderco endura with the FRN clip by the guy who owns the police supply store in the town we lived in (he was a police detective) and managed to get it out (it was clipped to his pocket) open it (thank god for one hand openers) and cut the line between his foot and the lobster trap.

He carried that knife until he lost it but before he did he loaned it to me on the first day that I worked on a boat for pay. Since then I've carried several spyderco knives on boats I've worked on. I used to keep a serrated endura or pacific salt clipped to my oilskins when lobstering that I never used to keep the edge sharp for emergencies like that one.

Pete

ETA- Dale, you might want to check with a mod or in service and support whether the links in your sig line are considered a. spam, or b. qualify you as a Dealer (separate membership) or c. both and Markksr- why make an unprovoked sarcastic comment like your first post in this thread when it is a valid thread topic? It was uncalled for IMO
 
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