Unexpected Knife Use

Me and my wife love durian. So here we were talking a morning stroll and there was a durian vendor...

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As soon as I saw this picture my nose hairs released an odor sensor to my brain :eek:
 
Chris "Anagarika";15339976 said:
You did whack open the durian with it (Rajah?), there must be some prying also... :eek:

Oh yah, whacked it good and hadda pry a bit to open. Good eating. :D

Easy way to do it is to start at the bottom of the fruit and continue the cut towards the stem. You can try to split it open then with your hands at that point, but you'll get a few puncture wounds if you're not careful. I prefer to let the knife do the work. :D
 
No pics, but last weekend used one of my pocket knives at a friends rental house, long story short, we explored the wall around the tub using my pocket knife to cut through the grout with the help of a framing hammer. Several feet of cutting through grout and it only chipped the edge a little.

Years ago I used my pocket knife to remove an oil filter that the wrench couldn't get to, no damage after being hammered through the filter.

Before that I used my 10 year EDC to scrape glue off of the shop floor since the old carpet was being replaced by modern ultra high tech plastic tiles.

Buy once, cry once. I've yet to see a Benchmade critically fail, though I have blunted and broke a couple tips.
 
Strangely, one of my most frequent knife uses is cutting open plastic parts/hardware bags that accompany almost every manufactured item. One could tear some of them, but that runs the very real risk of sending some vital small part flying across the room to be lost.
 
I've used my folder to extend my reach under a residential radiator to get a dog toy; used a folder as a door stop; and also (only a couple times) as a book mark.
 
I used my SG Spider Monkey to shave my knees before physical therapy, anticipating that they were going to tape them up. It made a huge difference when it was time for the tape to come off!
 
Last Christmas eve, I was putting together a plastic workbench for my grandson. Unfortunately, the hole was not drilled for one of the door hinges (large dowel hole about 1/2" diameter). This kept the entire bench from going together. My daughter didn't have a large enough bit to drill the hole, and my tools were at home, too far away that night. Gramps didn't want to spend more than 1 hr. on the round trip at 10 PM, since Santa was on the way.
I was able to use the pointy tip of my Spyderco Rookie to enlarge the small 1/4" hole that I drilled. This let me finish the assembly and get the workbench together.

This year, toy assembly will be done at my home, in advance of Christmas eve.
 
More good stuff guys.

Indian Joe's post reminded me of all the times I've used a knife to extend my reach upwards when trying to get a box or package off a high shelf at work or in a store. Sometimes there's nothing to grab onto, so I stick the tip of my knife into the side of the box just enough to pull it out and give me enough to grab it.

Another unexpected use for me was at a picnic in a park. There was one of those cement tables with the cement benches, and there was a wad of chewed bubble gum that someone had previously deposited in the middle of one bench. No one wants to sit on gum. So I pulled out my folder and used it to scrape the gum off. Ruined the edge, but I have no problem sharpening a knife. And I always carry more than one knife.

And then there are the times I've used my knife to scrape gum off of my shoes, or the shoe of a family member.
 
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Once I went skiing/tubing with some friends on their boat. In my typical manner, I brought along my standard EDC arrangement and simply wore my swim trunks under my jeans. Needless to say, my city-slicker hi-tech buddies ribbed me about dragging along knives to go swimming and skiing.

While towing their kids on a tube, the engine suddenly died and we stopped moving at a high rate of speed and started coasting. Investigation revealed that we had run over and wrapped a "lost" ski rope around the propeller. That puppy was wrapped tighter than a 2000 year old mummy. Attempts to manually unwrap the rope failed. I asked the owner if he had a knife in his tool box. Duh. Nope. Lots of mechanics tools but nary a sharp item in sight.

Retrieving one of my Kraton handled 3/4 Kabars (1257 model), I proceeded to cut through the many layers of 3/8" polypropylene rope. After only a few minutes, we were back in business having fun.

I told the guys they needed to start packing knives in their tool kits. Made a believer out of 3 guys AND their wives that a knife was a useful tool and you never knew when you were going to need one. My GF at the time pulled out her day bag, reached in and showed the wives HER EDC - a Kabar 1226 Bird and Trout, that she carried as a bag/purse knife and said, with a big grin - "Yep, he's got me into carrying one as well."
 
Once I went skiing/tubing with some friends on their boat. In my typical manner, I brought along my standard EDC arrangement and simply wore my swim trunks under my jeans. Needless to say, my city-slicker hi-tech buddies ribbed me about dragging along knives to go swimming and skiing.

While towing their kids on a tube, the engine suddenly died and we stopped moving at a high rate of speed and started coasting. Investigation revealed that we had run over and wrapped a "lost" ski rope around the propeller. That puppy was wrapped tighter than a 2000 year old mummy. Attempts to manually unwrap the rope failed. I asked the owner if he had a knife in his tool box. Duh. Nope. Lots of mechanics tools but nary a sharp item in sight.

Retrieving one of my Kraton handled 3/4 Kabars (1257 model), I proceeded to cut through the many layers of 3/8" polypropylene rope. After only a few minutes, we were back in business having fun.

I told the guys they needed to start packing knives in their tool kits. Made a believer out of 3 guys AND their wives that a knife was a useful tool and you never knew when you were going to need one. My GF at the time pulled out her day bag, reached in and showed the wives HER EDC - a Kabar 1226 Bird and Trout, that she carried as a bag/purse knife and said, with a big grin - "Yep, he's got me into carrying one as well."
That's a great story.

Man is made fun of for carrying a knife.
Man saves the day with knife.
Those who made fun of man for carrying a knife become converts and recognize the value of carrying a knife.

Well done :thumbup::) .
 
Killgar, did you get a chance to test those stilettos?What do you think of Cold Steel Swift knife(design and action,it deploys almost like auto)?
 
Breaking ice.
I often use my Pacific Salt to stab and hammer the blade into frozen food.
Works great, never bent the tip or the blade when hammering it into frozen stuff, and the lock never failed on me!

+1 to using blades as an ice pick

At my parent's shop they freeze whole buckets of water to use for the soda machine. My parents usually whack the block with a metal spatula 3-5 times, I pull out my blade and give it one small stab. Works like a charm :D
 
A long time ago, I got a flat. Went to the trunk and spare was flat too (I was young and stupid, what can I say?). I was stuck way out in the boonies and had few options (this was pre-cell phone). I ended up cutting a steel belted radial off the rim with a serrated 1st gen Spyderco Delica and drove on the rim to the next exit......Really FUBAR'd the edge :eek:
 
In January of 1991, I was taking my daughter Jessica into Frederick Maryland to buy her a car for commuting to college. We were on state route 26 west, coming into Frederick where 26 made a sharp radius left hnd curve under the overpass for I 15 north. We were cruising at the speed limit in my pickup, and it was a very very cold morning about 9am. A little old faded blue nissan/datsun B210 thing blew by us like we were standing still. They hit the curve, and spun out on a patch of ice from some moisture that had dripped down from the overpass. It spun out and then flippe and rolled when it hit the dry pavement on the other side of the ice patch. We pulled over and I could hear screaming and crying, and a tiny baby was strapped in a car seat on the passenger side. No problem, I crawled in and pushed the seat belt release button and the car seat with kid dropped down and I pushed the baby in the seat to the side.

The large heavy set woman still hanging upside down in her seat belt was screaming and thrashing, and yelling that she didn't want to burn to death. The car was filling with a black greasy smoke from a fire where the battery had shorted against the oil coated engine block, and was creating a black smoky fog. I had t yell at her to shut up and hold still as she hit me in the nose wither thrashing. But pushing on the seat belt button had no effect. I can only presume her respectable weight was jamming something. Even with both thumbs, it wouldn't budge.

At this point I took out my old well used Buck 301 stockman. I'd carried that stockman through some years of army service and 20 years of civilian soccer dad duties. The sheep foot blade cut through the seat belt with two swipes, and dropped the idiot woman on her head and I crawled backwards out of the wreck leaving her to make her own way.

The fire and police got there and everything was fine, so my daughter and I went on our way. It took gargling with coca cola to get the oil taste out of my mouth, and for the rest of the morning every tine I blew my nose it came out back then decreasing shades of gray. But the Buck pocket knife did the most serious job I ever needed of it. Going to buy my daughter a car that morning, I never thought about crawling into a burning Japanese compact to cut someone loose from a jammed seat belt. But it was there when a life depended on it. To this day, my daughter always has a knife on her, as does my granddaughter and grandson.

When I was kid, my old man told me that you can never know what life will throw at you when you leave the front door in the morning.
 
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