Scene: A group of people struggle to cut off those wristband things (like amusement parks use) at a race (they served as pit passes, but we were given the wrong color, so we were asked to remove them). They are using dull 'safety scissors' (like you would give a 5-year-old). I take out my BM705 (2.95" blade), and open it using two hands (I usually flick it open.... luckily, I didn't). I cut my wristband off, and offer the knife, handle-first, to anyone else who wants to cut theirs off. Before I get a chance to even finish my offer, one of the group tosses his hands halfway in the air (near neck-height), and says "why are you carrying such a huge knife?!" (remember, this is a sub-3" blade) Since I did everything I possible could have to make it non-threatening, I just answered (in a very flat tone) "you
really don't want to see what's in my other pocket." (it was only a BM730, but I figured if a 3" drop-point is a huge knife, a 3.65" spearpoint would probably give this guy an anurism)
Boy, was that guy lucky I didn't have my Nimravus on me.... (of course, the handle peeking out from my waistband would probably have been enough to make him run away in terror, before I even met him)
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Of course, then you always have the
highly intelligent people who know the knife laws in their own state, then visit yours, and tell you how illegal your knife is. Telling them that "the laws are different, here" seems to have no effect.
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And then there's the ever-present "why do you need to carry two knives?!" I've taken to just answering "I'm not carrying two knives - I'm carrying four" and watching an alarmed human-shaped-sheep realise that the pouch on my belt isn't a cell phone, and then realise that that still only accounts for three of four (I love having a neck knife).
--JB
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