When has a knife saved the day ?

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I'm sure this one must have been done before so I apologise in advance to you forum vets. But I was interested in hearing stories from people who have had a knife save the day for them. Has anybody been in a situation where, if it wasn't for the presence of their EDC they would either not be here now, or at very least, been in very deep poo.

True stories prefered but please don't let the truth get in the way of a good story....
 
It wasn't so much an EDC more of a 7" German army knife I had bought on the trip. 1981, mountain walking in Austria, boots, rucsac and the kinfe strapped to my belt, for show more than anything. Like you do at 16 I decided to ignore the trail and follow a small dried river which got steeper and steeper. At the point it became a near vertical climb, and you're to far up to go down, I lost my footing and slid face down towards a long drop and unpleasant fate. I don't know where the instinct came from but I pulled out the knife, blade down, and slammed it into the earth (must have seen a Stallone film or something). It actually worked. I then pulled my other knife from the rucsac, a 6" Brusletto (my fathers old blade from 1954,) and reclimbed using both blades like icepicks. Piece of cake.
The German blade never sharpened up properly after that but the Brusletto still works up a razor edge.
 
Does anyone recall the episode of THE SIMPSONS where Bart desperately wants an SAK knife?

There's a scene showing knives helping people out including an emergency appendictomy on the middle of the street. Bart's reply, "Aww. Everyone's having fun with knives but me"

Then there's Father Mulcahay (William Christopher) on MASH who taught us all how to perform an emergency tracheotomy with a Tom Mix pocket knife! :)
 
The first time I saw a leatherman was I when I was visiting a remote drilling site by chopper a few years back and the pilot had to put down in the middle of nowhere because of an overheating problem. He replaced a bearing of some sort with nothing more than his LM supertool and we where able to return to base without misshap. I went a bought one the next day.

Was at a dinner party 2 years ago and across the table this gorgeous vision of Sri Lankan beauty was mildly upset because her necklace broke. I whipped out the mini tool on my keyring and fixed the bent pin then and there. The supposedly 'sophisticated' company viewed my carrying such a thing with mild scorn. But the lady in question went home with me. 2 years later she is still my lady. She often tells people how I fixed her necklace and won her heart (cue violins in soundtrack.)

Paddling on a river in flood that was a minefield of fallen logs and treacherous snags. Nose of my canoe gets jammed under a fallen branch, with the weight of the water pushing it deeper. I have my SRK in my waist pack. I jump on to the tree and chop at the 3-4 inch branch pinning my boat. Amazing chopper for a 6 Inch blade this thing. Goes through the soggy wood like butter and my boat is free. I scramble on to the shore and sprint along the bank until I can catch the boat 100 yards or so downriver.

So theres my stories - any others?
 
Well, I told this incident earlier in the year. I hate to regurgitate it because I'm neither proud of the incident nor encourage anyone to do the same. I was involved in a street confrontation outside my home (where there was some lawlessness going on with sordid types of people over the summer: drugs and vandalism that sort of thing).

In short, there was a punk strung out on something. I told him to get lost before I called the cops. He inched closer to me rambling on so I gave him two stern warnings to back off. He kept inching towards me. I was pretty sure he wasn't armed -- not with a firearm at least -- but I feared he might try to sucker punch me. Therefore, I drew my Spyderco and brandished it and he immediately retreated.

It's not an exciting or admirable story like cutting someone out of a burning car, but it saved the problem and hassle of a potential, ugly street fight.


FTC
 
I've had may street confrontations in my previous lifestyle. I don't want to go thru them all but a knife is very handy. I guess it's nnot something i'm proud of bbut I'm very thankful of the life experience. I've had a pretty interesting life and even though i'm only 25 I think i've done more than most people twice my age. I lived in a tent in the woods for six months when I was about 16 and a knife was an essential everyday tool, today in a more stable life I still won't leave the house without at least 2 knives. I see people dreaming about survival situations wishing they could try and I have to say I don't wish that on anyone.

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Ed Fowler was once stuck on a frozen river in his home state of Wyoming. Water over the frozen ice made it too slippery to walk and he was slowly sliding towards deeper water. After laying down and trying to roll, which didnt work, he used his Pronghorn as an ice pick and slowly pulled himself to shore.

Personally, I have been very happy a few times in NYC that I had a knife with me. Though a firearm would have been better.
 
He and his knife saved some unconscious girl from a burning car and even got her phone number, but the damn fool never called her. In an unrelated incident, his g'friend dumped him, which makes him an even bigger fool for not calling the burning car betty, but he did end up railing some blonde in one of his classes and then later getting oral pleasure from an unidentified female (assumed).

Not bad for a knife huh?

As for me, I used my SAK to cut a hangnail that was killing me... that saved my day...LOL
 
Ahh another one. Teaching an old girlfriend to abseil. She had long hair and I forgot to tell her to tie it up before she did her 2nd or 3rd descent. She was halfway down when her hair got caught up in the figure eight. As I was rigging up another rope to go and help some bloke who was watching handed me this strange looking knife with a funny hole in the blade. 'Here use this' he said, 'you can open it one handed' It was a spyde rescue of course. I rappelled down, clipped her harness to mine, cut the minimum hair possible to free her from the figure eight before unclipping her from it and lowered us both down.

I was younger and prettier then and it was early days in the relationship. I can remember her being particularly gratefull that night........
 
Ok, I was minding my own business shopping in a mall onetime, when a whole gang of thugs started talking junk to my wife. Well I had to stand up for her, but when I started talking tough, they all whipped out their blades. Well, I challenged one of them to come at me, and when he did, I disarmed him with a swift roundhouse kick, and used his knife to dispatch all the others. Boy it sure helps to be a mall ninja!:D

Mike
 
You'd think those gangs of thugs would learn wouldn't ya. They always attack one at a time, brandishing their blade above their heads tomahawk style, making them very easy to block and disarm.
 
I spent all day walking around the Tulsa Gun Show and when we got to the hotel room, I asked my bartender to fix a Cuba Libre. I had forgotten a number of things in my haste to go to the show and I was told that we had nothing to cut the limes. Fortunately, I had my Newt Livesay Air Assault with me so we all lived happily ever after.
 
Just the other day I ordered a cheeseburger. When it came to the table it was obviously to large to eat whole so I whipped out my new Al Mar Shrike and cut it in half.:p
 
Originally posted by fudo
Fortunately, I had my Newt Livesay Air Assault with me so we all lived happily ever after.

Lucky Kliffy wasn't there with his Stihl:D
 
It would have been november of 90 I believe I was being deployed to desert Shield/Storm from LRAFB by way of c-130 to Mcguire NJ and from there to Dover Deleware (AFB). on the way from NJ to Dover we took a bus and on the way there the bus broke down. They asked if anyone had any pliers, no one had anything, but I had my leatherman (now this was before they issued them to us). I offered it to them and they used it to fix the bus. well up and running we made our deadline, and flew overseas on a c-141. From that time on they called me "plierman" a name which stuck for quite a long time, until I got out in 96!!!
they had made fun of me when I brought it, but after it served a purpose, everyone seemed to Want one after that??!!! ;)
 
Originally posted by Medic1210
Ok, I was minding my own business shopping in a mall onetime, when a whole gang of thugs started talking junk to my wife. Well I had to stand up for her, but when I started talking tough, they all whipped out their blades. Well, I challenged one of them to come at me, and when he did, I disarmed him with a swift roundhouse kick, and used his knife to dispatch all the others. Boy it sure helps to be a mall ninja!:D

Mike

Good move! Next time, try this:

Yell, "Gimme back my purse! I don't know you!" and kick him in the 'nads -- Bobby Hill, from "King of the Hill" learning to fight from a womens self-defense class.
 
About a year ago I was on the highway and blew the heater hose from the radiator, which would cause the car to leak major coolant whenever the engine was running.

As soon as it happpened I saw the steam and pulled off the road, thinking it was smoke and a sign of a forthcoming explosion or fire I retreated to a safe distance. After the steam susbsided I opened the hood, saw the problem, and thought "No big deal, this is why I keep tools in my car." Problem is, this was not my car. I was unwilling to drive anywhere because the engine would get very hot very fast.

This was before I got into knives, but I did have my Micra with me. I decided that rather than waiting for a tow truck, it was worth a shot to try and fix it.

Luckily the hose had burst right up by the heater core next to the worm clamp. Because of this I was able to use the Micra's flat driver to undo the clamp, cut off the burst portion with the scissors, and have *just* enough slack to reconnect the hose to the stud with a bit of stretching. This was all much harder than it sounds, and took about an hour in moderately cold weather. Especially getting the clamp off, as it was tight with thermal expansion and road grime; and the Micra is not really a high-torque tool. It was in a very awkward place too, right next to the firewall.

I made up the lost coolant with some melted snow, crossed my fingers, and fired it up. It ran just fine with no leaks and no steam until I could get a real repair done.
 
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