
Keith, fun stories . Your story reminded me of a decent knife I used to carry in my truck. It wasn't a Rambo replica but impressive nonetheless.
Recall Croc Dundee's expression..." That's not a knoife.....THIS is a knoife !"
That's basically what I had.
I used it for a number of things. Including cutting through a horse's halter that the buckles had rusted together in freeing him from being snagged in a tree branch . I kept it very sharp.
I was on a day out with some lady friends and were stopped at a light in town. I fumbled with a plastic wrapped snack , and being impatient, grabbed my knife and cut the tight plastic wrapper.
Hearing a gasp, I realized all happy talking had ceased , and all the women in back and front, were staring at my knife wide-eyed, LOL. I laughed but looked at the car next to me and they too were staring at me with a look of horror ... " HEY ! Isn't this Idaho ? What's the problem ?" A hardy friend , who was a horseman herself, responded in a wise crack that had us relax in laughter. " They must be city Idahoans !"
I didn't even think about that, a knife was common use of a tool , to me. Maybe I can find a Rambo knife someday. Sorry, Foxkidd, I was inspired by Keith's story !