"Why do you carry THAT?"

...I told him that since the invention of such tools as knives it was no longer necessary to gnash open a bag with my teeth and that civilization was really catching on to trends like this.....

And then there are those of us who believe that sarcasm, especially when it is justified, is the sign of a working brain. :thumbup:
 
Whats more fun to do is let some one cut their food up with your knife then as they are eating their food tell them you gutted a deer with the same knife the day before. Some people will dang near lose there lunch when you tell them this.
 
I hate when they ask, why don't you use scissors..

".... Because they don't make pocket scissors?"

Whats more fun to do is let some one cut their food up with your knife then as they are eating their food tell them you gutted a deer with the same knife the day before. Some people will dang near lose there lunch when you tell them this.

That's probably the least convincing line I've heard used on "sheeple." :p
 
LOL...and moved on to a.......... "hardcore knife" (as my Caly3 was described as by a fellow photo assistant this week)

Ah! You should have said the core was a special blend of steel alloys that actually rendered your knife quite flexible and in not in fact a hard core at all. Sprinkle in works like Vanadium, Molybednium, and Unobtanium, along with precise percentages such as 0.06%. It matters not if it is true, just make sure you inundate their delicate senses with enough steel buzz words that their sheep-like eyes glaze over and begin thinking happy thoughts about green pastures and fresh oats.
 
If it's a dude, I'll flip it around. Right after the dumb question or statement, I'll ask to see his knife. Of course he'll say he doesn't have or need one. That's when I ask incredulously-"are you serious". Then I'll launch right into my spiel about carrying since a child, never with out one, a few what ifs etc. If he's a real wanker, I'll hint that a lack of knife equals a lack of testosterone.

Initially my amazement is not an act. I really can't comprehend anybody (especially a man) not carrying a pocket knife.
 
I had a teenage girl ask me that in town once. I had a 3.5'' inch knife and a gerber. She asked me if I thought I was going to have to gut a deer with it. I just told her I liked being able to help myself and not ask other people to cut something for me.
 
Well I have thought about posting this several times and I guess this is the moment. I was putting on a seminar a few years ago and I had several brochures pamphlets and handouts shipped to the location before I arrived. When I got there I hauled this large box of stuff over to a table where several others were helping to get things set up and in order. The box had that nylon tape on it and I observed one of the ladies clawing at it with her fingernails. Several people were standing around looking at the box trying to figure out how to get into it. I pulled out 33OT schrade (about 3.25 inches, jack knife) opened the blade to cut the tape and this gal screams at the top of her lungs---KNIFE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!--KNIFE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Everyone just looked at her like are you the biggest dope in room? She stopped and looked at all of us staring at her, got this dumb look on her face and said --------sorry. I just shook my head in disbelief showed her the pocket knife and explained (very quietly and politely) it was a tool that is used in a variety of different ways to be of assistance to people here on the face of the Earth and would you please go sit down and relax. I was concerned that she may have had some kind of a terrible experience or something that made her act like that and really didn't want any more of an adverse reaction then the one I got. Instead of sitting down she proceeded to be of assistance in placing materials on the table and when she had accomplished the task she left the room. I'm more scared of people who don't carry a knife then those who do
 
Well I have thought about posting this several times and I guess this is the moment. I was putting on a seminar a few years ago and I had several brochures pamphlets and handouts shipped to the location before I arrived. When I got there I hauled this large box of stuff over to a table where several others were helping to get things set up and in order. The box had that nylon tape on it and I observed one of the ladies clawing at it with her fingernails. Several people were standing around looking at the box trying to figure out how to get into it. I pulled out 33OT schrade (about 3.25 inches, jack knife) opened the blade to cut the tape and this gal screams at the top of her lungs---KNIFE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!--KNIFE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Everyone just looked at her like are you the biggest dope in room? She stopped and looked at all of us staring at her, got this dumb look on her face and said --------sorry. I just shook my head in disbelief showed her the pocket knife and explained (very quietly and politely) it was a tool that is used in a variety of different ways to be of assistance to people here on the face of the Earth and would you please go sit down and relax. I was concerned that she may have had some kind of a terrible experience or something that made her act like that and really didn't want any more of an adverse reaction then the one I got. Instead of sitting down she proceeded to be of assistance in placing materials on the table and when she had accomplished the task she left the room. I'm more scared of people who don't carry a knife then those who do





Wow... I hope that never happens to me...LOL
 
And then there are those of us who believe that sarcasm, especially when it is justified, is the sign of a working brain. :thumbup:

I really like this.

Or, "Because animals can only use teeth and claws, while humans can use their brain."
 
To stab the zombies when they come, of course.
 
I was at a drop-in play centre with my 18-month old daughter. A five-year old boy took an interest in us, and invited us to play with him. We played with some toy cars and dinosaurs. I started reading a book to the two of them, but my daughter wandered off. At one point, he said, "Oh, you have a knife pocket."
I smiled and said, "Yes, I do."
He asked, "What do you use it for?"
I answered, "This morning I used it to cut a sandwich, and open a package."
He nodded his head, and said, "Oh." The expression on his face suggested that my answer made perfect sense to him.
 
whats going to kill me is when i join the navy. im going to have some of my knife collection with me (to keep me company :D) and some guy or girl on the boat or base sees one of my knives and freaks. my response will be "for crying out loud! your in the MILITARY! are you scared of the guns too?" of course they would prolly respond with "no". to which the response would be "then why the heck did you sign up? your not scared of the guns, yet you are scared of a knife? that is the dumbest thing i have ever heard."

being scared of knives and not guns is one thing in the civy world (i have a friend who is scared of knives, yet collects guns), but in the military its very weird and stupid.
 
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