kBob
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HSO's recent post on replacement scales got me all MacGyver-ish this morning thinking about SAK uses and got me hunting for the actual original intent of the dreaded SAK hook.
Any who it got me thinking about seeing if other folks had SAK stories of perhaps bizarre uses for the various tools.
For my self I am reminded of a life threating event every time I see a SAK with a cork screw.
Long time members excuse me for retelling this one as I ….remember, with advantages. (hey I am a Bob after all and WEBOBs have that duty)
Walking a few blocks down from the Gumbo shop in New Orleans one night my wife and a buddy and I were accosted by a grubby looking man initially demanding we "Leave me some money!"
My friend responded "No thanks you." and continued to walk at the same speed we had been. Recognizing the gentleman was irritated and noting that his demand now increased to "You better be damned you are gonna leave me some money!" and that an empty hand had shot into a volumous trouser pocket I shoved my wife forward after my friend and slowed to turn and walk backwards so as to keep an eye on this individual. Now I was worried for it seems three or four of his friends had appeared in one of those nooks between some of the NO buildings.
I took to walking sideways in an effort to keep up with wife and friend yet still keep an eye on Mr Thug and had my left side toward him. To say I was regretting local laws that caused my Colt Officer's Model to be in our room safe would be an understatement. Someone had told us the City of NO frowned greatly on lock back knives so my Buck 112 and sheath were not on my belt and in fact in my shaving kit back in the room
Now Mr. Thug had gotten to the point where he was threating to cut uniquely male parts of my person off and shared but uniquely customized female parts from my wife if we did not give up not only cash but everything.
I slipped a hand in my pocket that faced away from him and there found my SAK. The only blade I could open one handed in the pocket was... the corkscrew. Recognizing that if I grasped the SAK in my fist that the cork screw would protrude ever so slightly from between my fingers I figured a very crappy set of "knucks" that would likely fold and pinch the bejeebers out of me beat a hoot and a holler.
As Mr.Thug leapt closer to me I extracted the SAK with the extended cork screw peeking from my fist to hold behind my trailing leg as per US Army Combatives training of that time (The stance not the silly cork screw)
Friend seeing the deadly weep upon in my fist started laughing out loud. My wife then started laughing. Mr.Thug's friend thinking they were laughing at Mr. Thug started laughing and making comments about what would likely happen if he attacked that "Big un" (I am about 6'2" and of heavy build). Mr. Thug turned to trade insults with his friend and We made haste around the corner... and found ourselves within sight of the police station and its classic early '50's Ford patrol car.
Both my wife and buddy ribbed me for months about that deadly cork screw, but honestly it might well have saved someone's life that night.
So … what SAK tools have you used for odd purposes?
-kBob
Any who it got me thinking about seeing if other folks had SAK stories of perhaps bizarre uses for the various tools.
For my self I am reminded of a life threating event every time I see a SAK with a cork screw.
Long time members excuse me for retelling this one as I ….remember, with advantages. (hey I am a Bob after all and WEBOBs have that duty)
Walking a few blocks down from the Gumbo shop in New Orleans one night my wife and a buddy and I were accosted by a grubby looking man initially demanding we "Leave me some money!"
My friend responded "No thanks you." and continued to walk at the same speed we had been. Recognizing the gentleman was irritated and noting that his demand now increased to "You better be damned you are gonna leave me some money!" and that an empty hand had shot into a volumous trouser pocket I shoved my wife forward after my friend and slowed to turn and walk backwards so as to keep an eye on this individual. Now I was worried for it seems three or four of his friends had appeared in one of those nooks between some of the NO buildings.
I took to walking sideways in an effort to keep up with wife and friend yet still keep an eye on Mr Thug and had my left side toward him. To say I was regretting local laws that caused my Colt Officer's Model to be in our room safe would be an understatement. Someone had told us the City of NO frowned greatly on lock back knives so my Buck 112 and sheath were not on my belt and in fact in my shaving kit back in the room
Now Mr. Thug had gotten to the point where he was threating to cut uniquely male parts of my person off and shared but uniquely customized female parts from my wife if we did not give up not only cash but everything.
I slipped a hand in my pocket that faced away from him and there found my SAK. The only blade I could open one handed in the pocket was... the corkscrew. Recognizing that if I grasped the SAK in my fist that the cork screw would protrude ever so slightly from between my fingers I figured a very crappy set of "knucks" that would likely fold and pinch the bejeebers out of me beat a hoot and a holler.
As Mr.Thug leapt closer to me I extracted the SAK with the extended cork screw peeking from my fist to hold behind my trailing leg as per US Army Combatives training of that time (The stance not the silly cork screw)
Friend seeing the deadly weep upon in my fist started laughing out loud. My wife then started laughing. Mr.Thug's friend thinking they were laughing at Mr. Thug started laughing and making comments about what would likely happen if he attacked that "Big un" (I am about 6'2" and of heavy build). Mr. Thug turned to trade insults with his friend and We made haste around the corner... and found ourselves within sight of the police station and its classic early '50's Ford patrol car.
Both my wife and buddy ribbed me for months about that deadly cork screw, but honestly it might well have saved someone's life that night.
So … what SAK tools have you used for odd purposes?
-kBob