So I went for a walk with my beautiful girlfriend and dog over in buffalo park in Flagstaff, where I live, and the dog got pretty dirty. So i took her home, gave her a bath, cleaned her off and getting out of the shower she must have cut herself becuase she had a 2 inch gash on her left leg. I ghetto rigged a bandage out of a torn shirt, a wifebeater, and some duct tape and flew her down to the vet. There they told me, while I was waiting for the vet, to take her bandage off. Since I had the duct tape around the whole bandage to keep it on, I couldn't untie the shirts, and I defintely wasn't going to simply yank the thing off and risk further hurting my dog, so I had to cut it off. I used my Ladybug in my pocket, and as I was taking the thing off the only thing going through my head was "thank god I have a knife, thank god I have a knife." And that's the exact reason I carry one. Because I love that feeling and hate it's opposite. It's kind of a two in one. The feeling I more or less had was "thank god I'm not feeling that feeling you get when you don't have a knife when you need it." But of course I was in a vet's office. It was a calm setting (for them at least, my heart was pumping like crazy), and it wasn't a life-threatening situation. Of course I coulda asked for scissors or a scalpel or something, but that's not what was on my mind. I was only thinking of one thing, and I knew exactly where to find the tool to do my job: in my pocket. It wasn't in some veterinarian's desk, or in the pocket of somebody else, my tool was in my pocket when I needed it, and it did exactly what I needed it to do. I don't care if it is my $24 Ladybug cutting through a bandage, or a $2000 custom folder cutting through sheet metal, when you're in a situation where you need your knife, you'll plunge that thing through a brick wall if you have to.
As I said this wasn't a life threatening survival situation, but I did have somewhat of a mini-epiphany in that moment. The second I saw exposed muscle on my dog's leg, I had the adrenaline coursing through my body, and my mind was on a one-track setting. I did exactly what needed to be done, calmly and organized, despite my heart pumping at twice it's normal speed, and I had the tool that I needed when the job called for it. And I will rue the day when I really do need my knife and someone's life is at stake and I don't have it. And that is why I carry a knife.
Thank you.
The mutt is fine by the way, stupid thing only cut the skin, no tendon/muscle damage.
As I said this wasn't a life threatening survival situation, but I did have somewhat of a mini-epiphany in that moment. The second I saw exposed muscle on my dog's leg, I had the adrenaline coursing through my body, and my mind was on a one-track setting. I did exactly what needed to be done, calmly and organized, despite my heart pumping at twice it's normal speed, and I had the tool that I needed when the job called for it. And I will rue the day when I really do need my knife and someone's life is at stake and I don't have it. And that is why I carry a knife.
Thank you.
The mutt is fine by the way, stupid thing only cut the skin, no tendon/muscle damage.