Raw Shark wrote:Well, a lot of people aren't Boy Scouts. Once I was the fire marshall, I didn't even have to carry mine. I'd just snap my fingers and say, "Knife," and some kid would hand me one. But I always have one with me now.
An additional word on knives: If there is a size limit in your state and you want a really handy multi-tool, you can't go wrong with Victorinox. I don't usually endorse a particular brand, but those guys know their shit. I've had the thing for 27 years and it's held up. Massachusetts only allows 3.5" on a blade, so that's what I've got, and there are about 20 tools in it, and if you keep it oiled properly the blade flips out fast enough to make a difference when it counts, if you know what I mean. In Colorado you can wear a fucking broadsword on your hip as long as it's not concealed, because Colorado, but I haven't bothered to purchase one. One of my Irish-American friends is the proud owner of an actual 6' claymore, which he keeps as a decorative mantelpiece and for home defense. If there's one thing you can say about the Centennial State besides that we like pot, we like weapons. Maybe not the best combination, but here we are and this is how we roll.
Kind of funny story: One time the troop was at the grocery store getting ready for food for a trip when Goose and I were serving as the cooks. (Dave's rule #3: You can't get First Class rank until you can make me a decent breakfast. There are official rules, but the leader can make his own at will). We needed 30 eggs, and they only had 12-egg cartons, so I whipped out my knife and sawed one in half. Two little old ladies saw me pull the knife and freaked the fuck out
. They actually called the cops. The cops intercepted me at the cash register and told me to present the knife, and one of them actually had a measuring tape. He was like, "This kid is exactly in the legal limit, and he didn't stab anybody, so we're going to leave now. Proceed, boys."