Originally Posted by
old Grump
3 times I have had a knife pulled on me, all 3 times were within arms reach of me, there would not have been time to draw a knife, a gun or even a deep breath. I have no knife wounds, 2 knives were lost never to be seen again by the mopes who pulled them, the first guy I handed his knife back to him, called him an idiot and told him to go away. He did. I don't react well to people trying to stick sharp pointed things in me.
Only knife fights I have ever seen were practice fights with a few close friends and in the movies. I hope you rubber knife boys don't do the prison shank dance or the West Side story shuffle.
I was in a class where the instructor was going to teach us MP types how to defend against knife attacks. Duh, I have a night stick, a helmet and a 45. Twice I was called to be the guinea pig by the instructor because at 5' 11" and 213 pounds I looked slow and clumsy. Somebody should have told him I was on the Navy boxing team, heavyweight class. Ding Dong Dooley would give me a little yellow rubber thing, (looked like a foam rubber banana only not curved), and he had his blue dagger. He would get me in the position he wanted me and then he assumed his stance. Looked at the rest of the class, grin and opened his mouth to say ready.
Before he got to the second syllable I had forearmed him with my left arm, stepped behind his right leg and had the first 2 knuckles of my right fist in his neck. the little yellow rubber thingy was on the mat under our feet. After the second attempt with the same result he said I wasn't cooperating. He didn't grow up where I did and he was right. I would not play his silly fricking game.
Swampy is right about my knees and my back and my bum left shoulder. 30 years ago I would have kicked you in the face or tried to drive my fist through your ribs to your back bone. Today I would just kill you because I'm in no condition to play silly. No strength, no stamina but lots of dirty tricks in my pocket. Not bragging, just an old man who intends to get older till I turn room temperature.
The 3 knives, first was a little jack knife with about 1 1/2" blade. That's the one I gave back adding insult to injury. The second was a switch blade, guessing about 5" of blade. I planted my foot in that little New Yorkers chest and I have no idea where his knife went. 3rd was 2 kids with a hunting knife a couple of years ago. Old man with a white beard, a limp and walking with a cane is harmless right? Knot on his head and I wouldn't be a bit surprised if I didn't break the ulna bone on his left arm as he tried to protect his head from my second blow.
This is why I laugh at the combat knife threads and out comes the bowie's and the bayonets and the 14" saw backed serrated blade with 2 blood grooves, bone crusher pommel and an etching of a syphilitic dragon on the blade to prove it's a dangerous knife. Never ever saw one of them used in a fight...except in kung fu movies or horseshit and gun powder movies.
Most dangerous weapon ever used against me was a heavy navy swab. That didn't work out well for that guy either but if I hadn't heard him and turned around when I did it could have been bad for me. That would have really sucked, getting laid out by a mop.
Tueller be damned, if you are going into a bad situation you best have that 45 ACP, 9MM, PR 24 Baton, whatever you have in your fist already. I don't care how fast anybody is with a blade, you can't move 950 fps.
Also don't care how many Sicilian knife fights you have participated in, my axe handle trumps your cuteddu. Yeah, yeah, I'm a stinky old cheater.
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