What Did You Cut with Your Buck (Yesterday or Today)?

Not yet. But I did see a stag handle Buck companion at Smkw that would be a good keepsake for her.
 
Yesterday, with my trust BG-42 Buck 110:

Opened some boxes from Barnes & Noble, then reduces the unusable packages to small pieces for the trash.

Part of an apple.

Some paper for fun.

Now I'm going for another apple. FUJI time!
 
I discovered a new use for my Buck 110 today. I was retrieving some items from our stand-up freezer in the garage and there was a lot of ice build-up on the seals of the door and the freezer in one corner from when someone else failed to close it properly!

Any knife could be used like an ice pick to remove it, but that would run the risk of damaging the freezer. So, I used my 110 like a hammer and smacked the ice until it all broke and slid to the garage floor. That would not have been possible with a less massive knife!


Problem solved!
 
Cut open several packages...lots of eBay purchases coming in; motorcycle wheels, carbs, ass't brackets, handlebars, brakes...lots of cardboard and gooey tape... :grumpy:

Have to remove the goo [with lacquer thinner] every couple of days...thinking of maybe coating the blade of the 442 with a thin oil... :rolleyes:
 
889SBMF to itch at some road rash scab on my back that is hard to reach.
A 110 clip would be too risky.
 
The trusty Buck 110 with BG-42 has been busy this week. Here are some highlights:

Monday night - Sliced the paper seals on several 30rd boxes of Guatemalan IMG M193 while I was loading magazines after a multi-gun match on Saturday.

Tuesday morning - Sliced some fresh strawberries a little more than an eighth of an inch thick, then sprinkled some Splenda on them.

Very early this morning - Discovered yet another way to use a Buck 110 for the benefit of mankind. I felt a little itch on my head while I was watching a movie, and I felt something on my scalp. What came off with my fingertip was a freakin' TICK! I HATE ticks. :mad:

I tried to eradicate it from our plane of existence by squishing it between my forefinger and thumbs. Anyone who has tried it knows that's not always easy, because they're so flat and hard that my finger tips had just enough squishability to protect the tick from receiving adequate squishosity.

The last time this happened, I was at the shooting range and I used a Spyderco Endura to chop the little bastich in half. However, with my Buck 110 in my possession, I had another option. Recalling how I "defrosted" the freezer seal with my trust 110, I put the Kleenex containing the offending arachnid on a hard surface. Then I held my 110 in my fist in an icepick grip (blade closed, of course) with the non-pivot end protruding from the bottom of my hand. With a proper bludgeon available, I proceeded to repeatedly smash the blood-sucking spawn of satan with a fury not unlike the Norse thunder god Thor wielding Mighty Mjolnir.

After I was certain the parasitic hell-beast was dead, I continued to wail on it like an epileptic bongo player just because it seemed like the right thing to do. After all, it might have come back as a zombie tick (which is potentially the worst kind of tick of all), so I had to make sure its little noggin was thoroughly and completely crushed past the point of any undead-associated problems.

Upon opening the Kleenex, I found one very flat tick exoskeleton, some assorted, unidentifiable tick innards and fluids, and a red smear that was most assuredly my own life fluid. The demon bug was truly and fully dead. I had won.

In retrospect, it's possible that I did more than save my own life. There is no evidence that this tick was not a foward scout for countless legions of killer mutant ticks, bent on killing all of us via exsanguination. If that were the case, it's possible that the tick's failure to return to report to its chain of command resulted in the tick army's decision to forego attacking at this time. So I probably saved everyone in Indiana and the rest of North America. I clearly rescued the entire world's mammalian, avian, and reptilian inhabitants from a grisly demise as we all know those ticks would not have stopped here.

Clearly I saved the world with my Buck 110 w/ BG-42. But hey, I'm that kind of guy. I'm a giver.

I think I have Lyme Disease, though.
 
Yeah Rhino...
I try to keep this thread alive myself by bumping it up with my pillockian blade adventures. It is my favorite thread. Good job.

Yesterday: salami for me and the hounds, short ribs for me and the hounds, Velveeta for me and the hounds, liverwurst for me and the hounds. Onion and tomato for the liverwurst sandwich.
Eating healthy for a guy with Congestive Heart Failure LOL.
882.

Today: TBA

Happy Yankee Doodle Day Brothers...
 
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