Knife Stories

[Lostification]

Anybody have any knife stories they want to share?

Save a pregnant lady out of a burning car? lol. Lost knife in woods while hunting, found it 10 years later? Actually used a knife in self-defense? Knife stop a bullet or deflect one? lol Any survival stories?

Thought this might be interesting.

[Alteran]

Well, once I was walking down a street, minding my own business, when I passed a one-armed man. That seemed a little odd, but he didn't approach me. I went a little bit farther, when I heard a sharp "click". I didn't freeze, as some people would, but instead I whipped my D4W out of my pocket as I turned on the spot. The man was running at me with a knife. I ducked, and he tripped over me. He got up quickly, and stabbed for my chest. I grabbed his arm, and used the razor-sharp blade of my delica to cut the blade of his knife off of the handle. I then held him down while a passerby called the police. After he was taken away, I noticed the police had forgotten to take his knife. It was a Cold Steel. Figures.

Later that day, I was going out to lunch, when a man near me keeled over in pain, clutching his stomach. I immediately diagnosed him, and performed an emergency appendectomy with my D4W. It was so sharp he barely felt it, even after cutting the one-armed man's knife in half.

Then, at dinner, I used it to cut my pork chops. The D4W to the rescue once again!

Actually, I don't even own a D4W. Yet. I just thought this thread could use a kick-start.

[Episteme]

Here's one: I was spending thanksgiving holiday with my then-girlfriend in my apartment in Baltimore (I'm originally from suburbia NJ, and I am a graduate student at Hopkins). I live with two other Hopkins students, and they had both left town so I was the only one with a key to the place. Well, one morning my girlfriend and I had to go move her car on the street so she wouldn't get a ticket. Wouldn't you know, as soon as I closed my apartment door and locked it, I realize I had left the keys inside. So now I'm locked out of my apartment in one of the most dangerous cities in the U.S. Well, I had a few knives on my person: a SE Endura 3, a Cold Steel Recon 1 tanto, and a Yojimbo. In a last ditch effort to regain entry into my apartment, I decided to do some prying on the door lock to my apartment with the Cold Steel Recon 1. To my relief and surprise, I was able to get my apartment door open.
There have also been several occasions where I had a can of food that needed to be opened, but there was no can opener. I had to use my Victorinox Soldier model in order to eat.
-Mike

[Raqudu]

Episteme's story reminded me of this one: Back in 1978, we returned home from my father's funeral service with an assortment of friends and relatives in tow. The front door lock chose that moment to fail. All the key wiggling and jiggling in the world would not open it. The back door had been locked with the night lock, inaccessable from the outside. I ended up using my first knife, a Craftsman stockman slipjoint, to pry up the screen and then work out enough window louvers to crawl through. Still have the knife, with a very loose main blade from all that prying.

[Jimd]

I've never used them on anyone in self-defense; I've always had them used against me!

Fortunately, the bad guys have never cut me; I've cut myself accidentally for more often, lol.

[Dr. Snubnose]

Once left a beautiful custom double edged dagger on the roof of my car at a loading dock at the rear of a busy department store on a Saturday afternoon where I was tying furniture onto the roof...drove away and the knife slipped off the roof onto the pavement....6 hours later when I reached for the knife for another task it wasn't there...then I realized what had happened.... returned to the loading dock and there it was on the pavement...guess nobody wanted it for their collection....this story had a happy ending....I have used a knife for SD but these stories do not have a happy ending for the other guys....nough said...Doc

[OuchThatsSharp]

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 at least a pocketknife at all times.

[Big footed nick]

Ok it's not exactly a "knife" story but it's defenatly a time where I wish I had a knife.
We were camping and took a float trip and we pulled up to what looked like a fish tangled in a fishing line and guess what it was... So this fish was almost being cut in 2 by this fishing line so me and my dad go over to it and my dad ended up having to rub 2 rocks together with the fishing line in between it and we ended cutting the line but I defenatly wish I had a knife...

[Lostification]

Haha, OuchThatsSharp has the best one so far.

But that doesn't mean start making stories up now...

[KSDbass]

got into a nasty car accident and almost had to cut my friends out with my Rescue... Other than that it's just day to day utility.

[Lostification]

Reminder, anymore guys?

[David Lowry]

OuchThatsSharp,

That's a great story. Was the Native III SE or PE?

[Bolster]

A whole bunch of knife stories here...

http://www.spyderco.com/forums/showt...ghlight=EDCing

See in particular the one by The General for a hair-raising experience...

[Bolster]

This isn't a knife story, it's a gun story. Sorry, but I can't help myself, it needs telling.

I was looking forward to an overnight camping trip near the Arizona border. In preparation, I had assembled ingredients for a tasty meal that only needed to be heated. As the sun started to set, I took my little Toyota pickup offroad and found a campsite. When it was time to eat, I lowered the tailgate and set up my camping stove. I trickled enough fuel into the priming cup to start it, then reached for my matches. To my surprise, they were missing. A quick search of my gear revealed no matches. So I started scheming about how I could light my stove.

The first idea I had was to borrow the hot wire that ran to the small light in the middle of the camper shell’s ceiling. The plan was to ground the stove, then touch the priming cup with the live electrical wire to get a spark. After I got the wiring arranged, however, the trick did not work. It turned out that the wire had a dodgy connection somewhere along the line, which I realized when I reassembled the wire to the light…now I had no light in the camper shell, either.

By now I was hungry and frustrated. What else makes fire, I asked myself, and my eyes landed on my .38 snubnose. I knew it put out a belch of flame, so my second idea was hatched. With the stove placed toward the edge of the tailgate, and me sitting in the bed of the pickup, I carefully aimed the .38 through the wire legs of my camping stove so the priming cup would get a blast of hot powder, but the bullet would pass by the stove. I squeezed the trigger.

BLAM! In that moment, three interesting things happened. First, the stove remained unlit. Second, my hearing blanked out…since I was sitting inside the camper shell, the sound of the shot was caputured and amplified by the shell, causing temporary deafness. The third interesting event was that the shock of the blast on the camper shell was so great, it jolted the dodgy electrical connection, and the camper light blinked on.

After sitting stunned for a few minutes, I reinvoked plan #1, and used the newly functioning electrical wire to strike a live spark on the priming cup. Dinner was underway, and I ate it in ringing silence, feeling incredibly foolish.

Visiting my parents sometime later, I relayed the story to my mother. “Ah,” she said. “So you decided not to use the cigarette lighter to light the stove, then?”

Did I mention the part where I felt incredibly foolish?

[Lostification]

Visiting my parents sometime later, I relayed the story to my mother. “Ah,” she said. “So you decided not to use the cigarette lighter to light the stove, then?”

Did I mention the part where I felt incredibly foolish?

LOL!

[Big footed nick]

ROFL, that's a great story Bolstermanic.

[OuchThatsSharp]

David Lowry: It was a PE. When those guys saw the light reflect off the blade, it literally stopped their forward motion. Ha!

[Lostification]

I was at work on Saturday and I pulled my Paramilitary out to open up a box and my manager was like "WTF?!?!? What is that for?!" with a look of disbelief and curiosity. lol..... I was like... "uh... opening boxes? " "Oh, haha... "

[Rex G]

I wear a big-city police badge. A car chase ended at a home, where the drunk driver used her automatic garage door opener to let herself into the garage, then shut the door behind her, but not before several of us managed to run into the garage. Her car doors were locked, the engine was running, so we were breathing the fumes in a closed environment, and it looked like she was going to put the car in gear and do something stupid, like drive her car through the door or wall. I deployed my Spyderco Assist, the model with the carbide glass breaker, and used it for its intended purpose on the front passenger door window. Watch out for flying glass! One of my co-workers got few bits of glass in his forearm. I couldn't unlock the passenger door, because she had the master door lock on her door engaged, so I had to crawl into her car by way of the window, pin her against the driver's seat, and open the driver's door from the inside, at which time other officers pulled her out through the driver's door. That's my tale of high adventure with a Spyderco. This was not this driver's first arrest for DWI.

[Rex G]

Word came over the radio that a police car had been involved in a bad accident; I was the first police car to arrive, a few seconds after the first fire/rescue units. A police car had been hit in the left rear quarter at an intersection, causing the police car to spin and come to rest with its right front door against a small tree. The left doors were jammed due to body damage, and the tree prevented access to the right front door. The right rear door could be opened, but the barrier that protects us from violent prisoners meant we still could not reach the officer, who was face-down across the front seats, showing no signs of life, and bleeding profusely from his facial area into the right rear footwell. Fire/rescue guys were working on the door with what hand tools they had, while the "Jaws of Life" was still enroute. A paramedic pulled the windshield channel gasket from the windshield, but had nothing more effective than his small scissors and a tiny pocketknife to start prying the windshield glass from its base. Rather than wait for a larger tool to be fetched from the ambulance, I opened my Strider AR to start on that windshield, but the door yielded at that point, and the officer was pulled from his vehicle. Unfortunately, the officer's life could not be saved. To this day, I carry at least one STURDY blade everywhere I can legally do so. There are times a "gent's" folder is just not enough.