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iam redey to read some of you guys best knife stories the stupid,wierd,andcrazy i dont care lets read them 
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First one that comes to mind was one afternoon when I was walking in the park. A little gal had been riding her bike and got a kite string caught up in her back axle. Her father was trying to remove it, but had no tools. I stopped to help. I used the screwdriver and scissors on my micra, and my EDC blade to manipulate the string, cut it, and pull it out so the axle was clear. Both father and daughter were appreciative. The father looked at my micra and said, "You know, I gotta get me one of those."
Another convert to the wisdom of carring a pocket knife.:thumbup:
Another convert to the wisdom of carring a pocket knife.:thumbup:
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Well, you’re not going to believe this, but I stabbed someone. I don’t know if he is okay or not, but… okay here it goes.
I was walking home from work. I was drunk. This car roared by me with a bunch of college punk dip turds, and they threw something at me and laughed. It didn’t hit me, but I immediately went into a rage (drunken). I started yelling like a banshee, and they drove to the end of the road and turned around and came back. All of a sudden, this primitive and angry demon totally possessed me and I ran up to the car to kill someone if they got out and tried to jump me. The young punks (they seemed to be in their 20’s) saw this obviously and just sped away…
I continued to yell at them and this bum walks out of the graveyard I was passing. He politely told me to calm down, and stop yelling, because there were other people in the bushes trying to sleep. I thought that was cool, that he would just walk up to me when I was in a drunken rage, but he was bold it seemed so I respected that. I apologized and went home. From there, I had the brilliant idea to go to the gas station and buy food and drinks for the guy (don’t ask me why), so I got dressed and got some beef jerky, gator aid, stuff like that.
When I got back to the graveyard, I had to walk all around it, calling his name until he finally emerged from deep within some growth. He seemed very wary of me, like I had an ulterior motive, so he was real slow coming. Anyways, he thanked me and asked me if I had any weapons. I don’t know why the Hell I did this, but I told him yes and I showed him I had a knife (Seal Pup) in my boot. Again, I don’t know why the Heck I did this, but I let him hold it. ??? Out of nowhere, he told me that he was going to keep it, because it is dangerous for me to be carrying it. I told him, uh, no you are NOT going to keep my knife. He slipped it in the waistband of his pants, and said there is no more talk of it. He was going to keep it, and him being an older guy (he looked like some 50 year old crack head), he politely hushed me like a little 6 year old.
I said, okay, and then I rushed in and grabbed the knife. Of course he was quick, and he grabbed my arm. We wrestled around, so without thinking, I instinctively stuck him with it. After it was all said and done, He got up, we both apologized, and he looked down to gushing blood coming from his waist, down his pants. It looked thick, red and NASTAY.
I couldn’t believe it. I didn’t do it to kill him, but I did do it instinctively to save my own butt. I felt bad so again, I apologized, and went home and brought back a clean, black shirt for him.
End of story. How’s that for a knife story?
The next day I had to call out, because I had this nasty gash in the back of my head, where I think the knife somehow caught into it (or some sharp rock???).
I was walking home from work. I was drunk. This car roared by me with a bunch of college punk dip turds, and they threw something at me and laughed. It didn’t hit me, but I immediately went into a rage (drunken). I started yelling like a banshee, and they drove to the end of the road and turned around and came back. All of a sudden, this primitive and angry demon totally possessed me and I ran up to the car to kill someone if they got out and tried to jump me. The young punks (they seemed to be in their 20’s) saw this obviously and just sped away…
I continued to yell at them and this bum walks out of the graveyard I was passing. He politely told me to calm down, and stop yelling, because there were other people in the bushes trying to sleep. I thought that was cool, that he would just walk up to me when I was in a drunken rage, but he was bold it seemed so I respected that. I apologized and went home. From there, I had the brilliant idea to go to the gas station and buy food and drinks for the guy (don’t ask me why), so I got dressed and got some beef jerky, gator aid, stuff like that.
When I got back to the graveyard, I had to walk all around it, calling his name until he finally emerged from deep within some growth. He seemed very wary of me, like I had an ulterior motive, so he was real slow coming. Anyways, he thanked me and asked me if I had any weapons. I don’t know why the Hell I did this, but I told him yes and I showed him I had a knife (Seal Pup) in my boot. Again, I don’t know why the Heck I did this, but I let him hold it. ??? Out of nowhere, he told me that he was going to keep it, because it is dangerous for me to be carrying it. I told him, uh, no you are NOT going to keep my knife. He slipped it in the waistband of his pants, and said there is no more talk of it. He was going to keep it, and him being an older guy (he looked like some 50 year old crack head), he politely hushed me like a little 6 year old.
I said, okay, and then I rushed in and grabbed the knife. Of course he was quick, and he grabbed my arm. We wrestled around, so without thinking, I instinctively stuck him with it. After it was all said and done, He got up, we both apologized, and he looked down to gushing blood coming from his waist, down his pants. It looked thick, red and NASTAY.
I couldn’t believe it. I didn’t do it to kill him, but I did do it instinctively to save my own butt. I felt bad so again, I apologized, and went home and brought back a clean, black shirt for him.End of story. How’s that for a knife story?
The next day I had to call out, because I had this nasty gash in the back of my head, where I think the knife somehow caught into it (or some sharp rock???).
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Homeless people can be rather unpredictable. They are used to being treated poorly, by the people they try to con so when you tried to be kind it backfired. We have them come into my work once in awhile to ask for handouts and if you help them, then you will get 10 more. So we just politely tell them to head for the Salvation Army. Then you just get a dirty look, because they have no doubt already been there and exhausted all the help they can get that month.
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I posted this awhile back on Spyderco.
My wife and I took a trip back in July to Colorado and New Mexico. While in Santa Fe, NM, we lost our car keys somewhere in the Old Plaza. We couldn't find them. The "casita" we were staying in didn't have a phone and we didn't have a cell phone at the time. I walked about 1/2 a mile to a convenient store and bought a pack of smokes and to use the payphone. There was a "vagrant" hanging out in front and he asked if I had any spare change, I told him "sorry, I didn't have any that I could spare" (I needed it for the payphone). I made a call, nobody home. Went back to the casita and talked with the Wife about our options. I went back a 2nd time to the store to use the payphone. Nobody home. I'm a little frustrated now and I go back to the casita. We decide to call my stepdaughter back home. I go back for a 3rd time to use the payphone. Now the "vagrant" has a buddy with him. They watch me go to the phone and I put my money in and the last quarter I put in gets stuck. I'm watching them out of the corner of my eye (they both have a bottle of beer in their hands now so I guess somebody gave him some money), I'm pissed because I'm hot and tired and now the payphone has my last quarter! They come walking towards me and the original "vagrant" says, "hey, you told me you didn't have any spare change, dude". I pulled out my Spyderco Native III using the nice lanyard from "Ghostrider" on it, flicked the blade open and dug out my quarter from the payphone and turned to face them with the Native still in my hand and I told them "I told you I didn't have any change to spare, I need it for the (depletive) phone, (another depletive)! They stopped in their tracks and I closed the knife but didn't put it back in my pocket. I walked away turning and looking back until I was a safe distance away. I dont' know what might have happened, but I felt good that I didn't get into a fight over a quarter. Oh, yeah, my stepdaughter drove up with the extra set of car keys. So all ended well. Re-affirmed why I carry pocketknife at all times.
My wife and I took a trip back in July to Colorado and New Mexico. While in Santa Fe, NM, we lost our car keys somewhere in the Old Plaza. We couldn't find them. The "casita" we were staying in didn't have a phone and we didn't have a cell phone at the time. I walked about 1/2 a mile to a convenient store and bought a pack of smokes and to use the payphone. There was a "vagrant" hanging out in front and he asked if I had any spare change, I told him "sorry, I didn't have any that I could spare" (I needed it for the payphone). I made a call, nobody home. Went back to the casita and talked with the Wife about our options. I went back a 2nd time to the store to use the payphone. Nobody home. I'm a little frustrated now and I go back to the casita. We decide to call my stepdaughter back home. I go back for a 3rd time to use the payphone. Now the "vagrant" has a buddy with him. They watch me go to the phone and I put my money in and the last quarter I put in gets stuck. I'm watching them out of the corner of my eye (they both have a bottle of beer in their hands now so I guess somebody gave him some money), I'm pissed because I'm hot and tired and now the payphone has my last quarter! They come walking towards me and the original "vagrant" says, "hey, you told me you didn't have any spare change, dude". I pulled out my Spyderco Native III using the nice lanyard from "Ghostrider" on it, flicked the blade open and dug out my quarter from the payphone and turned to face them with the Native still in my hand and I told them "I told you I didn't have any change to spare, I need it for the (depletive) phone, (another depletive)! They stopped in their tracks and I closed the knife but didn't put it back in my pocket. I walked away turning and looking back until I was a safe distance away. I dont' know what might have happened, but I felt good that I didn't get into a fight over a quarter. Oh, yeah, my stepdaughter drove up with the extra set of car keys. So all ended well. Re-affirmed why I carry pocketknife at all times.