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marthinus

marthinus

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I dont know all of the testimonials and stories about how a knife saved your (or someone close to you) life on this forum, but lets start a thread.

Tell us your story! (or post a link to it) I am sure between the almost 90000 of us we must have some stories to go arround!

Groetness.
 
marthinus said:
I dont know all of the testimonials and stories about how a knife saved your (or someone close to you) life on this forum, but lets start a thread.

Tell us your story! (or post a link to it) I am sure between the almost 90000 of us we must have some stories to go arround!

Groetness.
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90,000 !!! :confused: Are there really that many people who visit this forum?

As for the story of how a multi-tool saved my life, here's my thriller (previously posted):

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Some years ago around noon on a sunny day I was waiting for a bus on a busy street across from a major university. One of the local burnouts approached me for some spare change and I made my first mistake by turning him down too abruptly. He got nasty and started mouthing off in a major way. Worse, as he worked himself up, he started to display a chain.

My next mistake was instead of right away getting myself gone, I glanced up the street and spotted the bus I was waiting for at the preceding stop and figured it would be only a few minutes before I was out of there, anyway.

But now my new street buddy was doing a circle dance, each time coming a little closer. So the next time he showed me his chain, I turned 3/4 with my left side toward him and reached under my jacket with my right hand for the Leatherman Supertool on my belt. It was only a few months new, so the leather pouch unsnapped with a satisfying pop. I then faced front with both hands in sight and just looked at him.

The guy continued his trash talk and movements, but noticeably drawing farther away from me as he probably pondered what the hell I was carrying. At this point I started wondering where was that bus and took another look. It had disappeared! Either I was mistaken at first sighting, or the damn old thing turned off at a street before getting to my stop. Whatever the case, it was then I did what I should have done from the first by departing with all deliberate speed (but with dignity).

Another time I used my Supertool to tighten a loose windshield wiper that had started freewheeling during a driving rain. It stayed tight, too. Also fixed a gas dryer with it because I was too lazy to go back home for my tools. These things can spoil you..

There were other emergency situations in which the Leatherman got me up and running, but on those occasions the only thing saved was inconvenience.
 
This story took place near Kings Point, Newfoundland,Canada back in 1983.

One evening when I was 16 years old I was checking my rabbit snare trap line and I got caught up in a blizzard and due to the low visability I could not find my way back to the highway. I was back in the woods about 5 miles and didn't want to risk going in a wrong direction. I always carried extra food and snacks in my backpack for just such an event ( or sold I told mom - I had a great appetite ). I had an old buck hunting knife dad gave me. It was a fixed blade about 9" long with around a 4" blade. My grandfather had sharpened razor sharp for me.

I used the knife to quicky make a lean-to under a big spruce tree and gathered a lot dry dead wood for a fire before I lost what daylight was left. I then sat back, lit a fire and made a pot of tea and had sandwiches, bologna and cookies... some good feed ... Even though most people would be scared in this situation I was only worried about making mom worry about me.. Dad and Mom both knew that I knew my way around the woods and had a good sense of direction. I did have a good compass also that my grandfather gave me when he retired from the logging industry.

I settled in for the night and kept the fire going and overall had a good time. When I woke up in the morning around 630 am the fire was just going out and the storm had passed and it was a beautiful day. I quickly got my gear together and found my trail and made my way to the highway and hitchhiked back home ... as expected mom was worried and dad was only slightly concerned and was more interested how I made the lean-to and what I did out there and how may rabbits I got !! :-)

Anyways, the gist of the story was that the knife came in really handy for cutting the small tree branches used for making the lean-to and for cutting spruce bows for bedding material .. I should mention that the bed smelled GREAT .. I love the smell if fresh cut spruce .. anyways, sorry for rambling on ...

Craig
 
Good to know so many people are into knifemaking.... I struggled to find such people locally and this site has been a wealth of knowledge and help to me already.

Oh.. sorry... I dont really have a story to add!
 
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