To: MNDude
Serious?? Tell me more about the gutting!
I was on my way to my car one night and a guy with a gun confronted me. Demanded my money. I handed him my wallet and the insignificant amount in it offended him so he hit me on the side of the head with the pistol and I went down to a knee. He demanded more money and I told him I had already given him all I had. He placed the barrel of the gun on my head.
From the time I was a kid, 8-10 year old at least, I have carried a knife. I worked for an uncle who owned a sheep shearing service and I worked as what they called a "wooly boy." When a sheep shearer is done shearing a sheep, he goes to get another. The wooly boy's job is run in, slip a washer (this is how the shearer kept count) on a wire at the shearing station and pick up the wool and place it on a table where another wooly boy would put into sacks. Knives were a tool needed to cut the strings of sewn together wool sacks, ropes, sutures, all manner of things. I feel naked if I do not have my knife on me.
When this thug put his gun to my head, I figured I had nothing to lose so I took my knife from my belt, opened it one handed (which is why I carry Spydercos) and drove it into his stomach while I grabbed the wrist of his gun hand with my other hand. I told him to drop the gun. Instead he bent his wrist and fired at me. I stabbed him again and he kept trying to bring the gun around and kept shooting it. I kept stabbing him and yelling (pleading), "Drop the friggin' gun!"
I slid my hand from his wrist to the gun and twisted it from his hand as he fell.
15 posted on
11/18/2009 12:02:14 PM PST by
Bad Jack Bauer
(Fat and Bald? I was BORN fat and bald, thank you very much!)
To: Bad Jack Bauer
Wow! That’s a way cool story. So did he die? What did he have to comment about that knife in his gut after things quieted down?
16 posted on
11/18/2009 12:09:19 PM PST by
MNDude
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