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Big-Target
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firespec35
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1996 Downtown Detroit. I just got out of seeing ZZtop at the Fox theater. I parked on one of the crappy sidestreets to avoid paying for parking. As I walked back to my car, this crackhead jumped out of the shadows yelling "Gimme yo money b#$%@" Well, I just happened to be carrying a spydie Rescue. After exposing that I asked him "Excuse me?" He said naw man we cool and walked off. I figured I saved me a beating or worse that night.
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AllenETreat
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Well ya see-One evening in Los Angeles,Calif. (AKA- L.A., Latin America, City of Angels) I accidently ran out of gas in East L.A. (Not a good place for a white boy). Heck no problem! Just take this short cut down an alley to the nearest gas station, and I'll be on my way! Well no more than half way down the alley I notice about a gang of 25 "BLOODS" behind me, I turn around and there are about 30 "CRYPTS" in front! "What To Do?"
So out comes the BO1 SpyderFly in one hand and the C84 Karambit in the other! Next thing ya know I'm by myself in that alley. You see I'm a "Street Fightin' Man". I'm a hero in my own dreams-and than I woke up...
And now for the real story!
A friend and myself went camping in the Anza Berrego desert. (this is the arm pit of the world). We went on a hike into the "bad lands" and it started to get dark so we made camp, rolled out our sleeping bags, and made a camp fire. We sat around drinking beer and taking tequlia shooters and just talkin'. Well we decided to go to bed and my friend was about half way in his bag when he heard rattles! He called me over and said he had a rattle snake in his bag and what should he do? I said to slowly crawl out but no sooner than he tried that **** snake bit him on the end of his "tally wacker". Man he was yelling in pain and asked what we should do? I said I'm no EMT-I don't know!!!He said run into town and ask a doctor. No problem I ran 12 miles into town and told the doctor what had happend...The doctor said just cut between the puncture wounds and suck the poison out. So back I go to camp...My friend is looking real bad and looks up at me and asks- what did the doctor say???
Well what would you do??
I told him the doctor said your gonna die!!
ken
Edited by - ken on 3/12/2004 9:53:36 PM
So out comes the BO1 SpyderFly in one hand and the C84 Karambit in the other! Next thing ya know I'm by myself in that alley. You see I'm a "Street Fightin' Man". I'm a hero in my own dreams-and than I woke up...
And now for the real story!
A friend and myself went camping in the Anza Berrego desert. (this is the arm pit of the world). We went on a hike into the "bad lands" and it started to get dark so we made camp, rolled out our sleeping bags, and made a camp fire. We sat around drinking beer and taking tequlia shooters and just talkin'. Well we decided to go to bed and my friend was about half way in his bag when he heard rattles! He called me over and said he had a rattle snake in his bag and what should he do? I said to slowly crawl out but no sooner than he tried that **** snake bit him on the end of his "tally wacker". Man he was yelling in pain and asked what we should do? I said I'm no EMT-I don't know!!!He said run into town and ask a doctor. No problem I ran 12 miles into town and told the doctor what had happend...The doctor said just cut between the puncture wounds and suck the poison out. So back I go to camp...My friend is looking real bad and looks up at me and asks- what did the doctor say???
Well what would you do??
I told him the doctor said your gonna die!!
ken
Edited by - ken on 3/12/2004 9:53:36 PM
Good one Ken!
I too had the ol Corona problem, the mark is still in the G-10 of my Millie. Is there anything the Millie won't do?
Sorry no life saving stories with any of my Spydies. My Buck M-9 has gotten me out of a few bad situations. I was out fishing with some friend and a BAD storm came up. We were all in shorts and tank tops as it was hot. I have no idea where the storm came from, thunder lightning, sleet, hail you name it. Not expecting this in the middle of summer we tryed to head back to camp. We had to get the boat off the lake as it was getting really bad. We found an old abandoned cadet camp. We were looking through the run down buildings looking for matches to start a fire in the sheltered pit. We found the storage shed still locked. I put my M-9 between the clasp and door and POP! We found matches and were just about to get the fire going after finding some dry tinder when...the sun came out and it got hotter than **** out. I have only once been on a lake that has blown up that fast in my life since then. Quite scary. You just never know when somthing like that will happen.
Two summers ago my friend fell and broke his leg about 20 minutes back in the bush. In total 14 rescue people to carry him out. They were glad I had the M-9 to clear a path for them. That is one non-Spydie that has definetly earned its place in my collection. I never go into the wilderness without it. Good thread idea, Take Care!!!
"everything else is just a jeep"
Edited by - CKE on 3/13/2004 8:26:16 AM
I too had the ol Corona problem, the mark is still in the G-10 of my Millie. Is there anything the Millie won't do?
Sorry no life saving stories with any of my Spydies. My Buck M-9 has gotten me out of a few bad situations. I was out fishing with some friend and a BAD storm came up. We were all in shorts and tank tops as it was hot. I have no idea where the storm came from, thunder lightning, sleet, hail you name it. Not expecting this in the middle of summer we tryed to head back to camp. We had to get the boat off the lake as it was getting really bad. We found an old abandoned cadet camp. We were looking through the run down buildings looking for matches to start a fire in the sheltered pit. We found the storage shed still locked. I put my M-9 between the clasp and door and POP! We found matches and were just about to get the fire going after finding some dry tinder when...the sun came out and it got hotter than **** out. I have only once been on a lake that has blown up that fast in my life since then. Quite scary. You just never know when somthing like that will happen.
Two summers ago my friend fell and broke his leg about 20 minutes back in the bush. In total 14 rescue people to carry him out. They were glad I had the M-9 to clear a path for them. That is one non-Spydie that has definetly earned its place in my collection. I never go into the wilderness without it. Good thread idea, Take Care!!!
"everything else is just a jeep"
Edited by - CKE on 3/13/2004 8:26:16 AM
Hmmm... Never really written this out before. Wasn't a spydie, but...
5 or so years ago, I and a business associate attended an industry trade show in a big southern city. We got in really late the night before the stuff started, so we decided to leave the festivities early and go back to the hotel to catch some shut eye before we went out and drained our expense accounts.
So, I'm asleep in my room, it's around 7:00PM and I awake. I realize someone is messing with my door. I didn't realize it, but I had not deadbolted or chained the door. It was one of those card swipe doors that lock automatically. I figured my buddy was ready to go out and I had overslept. I got out of bed, and picked up my keys and my BM Stryker that was sitting on the night stand. I had made it half way to the door when this stranger just opens my door and walks in.
I think I asked him if I could help him. The knife was closed and in my hand behind my right hip. He just stood there looking at me. Then, he looked behind back and took a step toward me without a word. Alarm bells were going off in my head.
So, I asked again what he wanted and he raised his hands and started saying something about me calming down that he was here to take care of something - and he took another step forward.
I don't remember deploying it, but the next thing I know the Stryker is up and open and I'm crouched and moving forward. I have absolutely no idea what I said to him, but my intention was to exit the room and if necessary cut through whatever stood between me and the door.
He backpedaled and started fumbling in his pockets. He pulled out a hotel ID badge and told me to take it easy. My buddy was in the room across from mine - he must have heard the commotion because he came out of his room. So now this guy was caught between the both of us. he just turned and quickly walked/ran down the hall.
I really got worried after he left. He had used keys (I remembered hearing them) to open the door (it had a scanner and a keylock). He had a badge (although I couldn't read it). I was afraid that he was going to call the cops on me for his innocent mistake.
I decided not to call the front desk, and to certainly not call the cops.
But, something kept bothering me. Why had he acted so suspiciously? Why didn't he knock, or did I just sleep through it? Why was he so intent on getting into my room (until he saw the knife)?
Fast forward to checkout time: I try to settle up, and they want to charge me for almost a thousand dollars worth of long distance calls made from my room. I check the time of the calls. Yup... Mr. intruder had been in my room all day. he had been calling chicago, watching my cable, using my toilet and god knows what else. He was probably returning for more free calls when I surprised him.
I didn't pay for any of those calls or movies. I started to get loud about hotel employees breaking into my room and they got the account credited pretty quickly.
My Matriarch is now my hotel knife. I sleep with it and a tiny red LED light. A Surefire 6P is always near.
I'm thinking about getting a Civie for backup.
5 or so years ago, I and a business associate attended an industry trade show in a big southern city. We got in really late the night before the stuff started, so we decided to leave the festivities early and go back to the hotel to catch some shut eye before we went out and drained our expense accounts.
So, I'm asleep in my room, it's around 7:00PM and I awake. I realize someone is messing with my door. I didn't realize it, but I had not deadbolted or chained the door. It was one of those card swipe doors that lock automatically. I figured my buddy was ready to go out and I had overslept. I got out of bed, and picked up my keys and my BM Stryker that was sitting on the night stand. I had made it half way to the door when this stranger just opens my door and walks in.
I think I asked him if I could help him. The knife was closed and in my hand behind my right hip. He just stood there looking at me. Then, he looked behind back and took a step toward me without a word. Alarm bells were going off in my head.
So, I asked again what he wanted and he raised his hands and started saying something about me calming down that he was here to take care of something - and he took another step forward.
I don't remember deploying it, but the next thing I know the Stryker is up and open and I'm crouched and moving forward. I have absolutely no idea what I said to him, but my intention was to exit the room and if necessary cut through whatever stood between me and the door.
He backpedaled and started fumbling in his pockets. He pulled out a hotel ID badge and told me to take it easy. My buddy was in the room across from mine - he must have heard the commotion because he came out of his room. So now this guy was caught between the both of us. he just turned and quickly walked/ran down the hall.
I really got worried after he left. He had used keys (I remembered hearing them) to open the door (it had a scanner and a keylock). He had a badge (although I couldn't read it). I was afraid that he was going to call the cops on me for his innocent mistake.
I decided not to call the front desk, and to certainly not call the cops.
But, something kept bothering me. Why had he acted so suspiciously? Why didn't he knock, or did I just sleep through it? Why was he so intent on getting into my room (until he saw the knife)?
Fast forward to checkout time: I try to settle up, and they want to charge me for almost a thousand dollars worth of long distance calls made from my room. I check the time of the calls. Yup... Mr. intruder had been in my room all day. he had been calling chicago, watching my cable, using my toilet and god knows what else. He was probably returning for more free calls when I surprised him.
I didn't pay for any of those calls or movies. I started to get loud about hotel employees breaking into my room and they got the account credited pretty quickly.
My Matriarch is now my hotel knife. I sleep with it and a tiny red LED light. A Surefire 6P is always near.
I'm thinking about getting a Civie for backup.