I often encounter this question or sentiment, usually from people who believe that if you are carrying a fixed-blade that you're some kind of Rambo-wannabe, trying to play macho tough-guy, etc. Normally I don't waste my breath on such people as I have an aversion to spending my precious time trying to educate people who are to stupid to think for themselves. But I will share this story here-
A few decades ago a biker friend of mine was riding home one night when he swerved to miss a dear crossing the road and wound up wrecking in a ditch. He was seriously injured, broken bones and bleeding pretty badly, and to make matters worse his pant leg got caught up in the bikes chain and sprocket. So there he was, at the bottom of a roadside ditch, mangled, bleeding to death, tethered to a 700 pound motorcycle. No one saw him go down, no one knew he was there, no one was coming to save him. He didn't have long to live. And even though this was before the age of cell-phones, even if he had one it wouldn't have mattered.
He had an old Ka-bar in a sheath hanging from his belt, the same Ka-bar he carried in Vietnam. He pulled out the knife with his one good hand and quickly cut his pant leg free from the bike. He then crawled up out of the ditch and was spotted by a passing motorist. The motorist stopped, administered first aid, stopped his bleeding and drove him to the nearest hospital.
My friend survived. When his bike was recovered, the knife was recovered as well. He still owns that knife to this day.
It's possible that if he had been carrying a folder in his pocket, or in a sheath on his belt, that the outcome would have been the same. But we'll never know because he didn't have a folder, he had a fixed-blade. And that fixed-blade was right where he needed it to be, and it did exactly what he needed it to do when he needed it the most. I for one never argue with success.
Why would anyone carry a fixed-blade? My friend could answer that.
A few decades ago a biker friend of mine was riding home one night when he swerved to miss a dear crossing the road and wound up wrecking in a ditch. He was seriously injured, broken bones and bleeding pretty badly, and to make matters worse his pant leg got caught up in the bikes chain and sprocket. So there he was, at the bottom of a roadside ditch, mangled, bleeding to death, tethered to a 700 pound motorcycle. No one saw him go down, no one knew he was there, no one was coming to save him. He didn't have long to live. And even though this was before the age of cell-phones, even if he had one it wouldn't have mattered.
He had an old Ka-bar in a sheath hanging from his belt, the same Ka-bar he carried in Vietnam. He pulled out the knife with his one good hand and quickly cut his pant leg free from the bike. He then crawled up out of the ditch and was spotted by a passing motorist. The motorist stopped, administered first aid, stopped his bleeding and drove him to the nearest hospital.
My friend survived. When his bike was recovered, the knife was recovered as well. He still owns that knife to this day.
It's possible that if he had been carrying a folder in his pocket, or in a sheath on his belt, that the outcome would have been the same. But we'll never know because he didn't have a folder, he had a fixed-blade. And that fixed-blade was right where he needed it to be, and it did exactly what he needed it to do when he needed it the most. I for one never argue with success.
Why would anyone carry a fixed-blade? My friend could answer that.