I had a Buck 112 on my belt from first day of 8th grade through HIgh School graduation... every day of college... and for a while into career. Even under a suit.Maybe that was after I attended grade school. All of us boys carried pocket knives but regarded them as tools or an ordinary item like a comb or a pencil. My statement was a feeble attempt at humor.
I know a couple of young lads that pulled out their knives in the restaurants. I told them, in front of their father who backed me up, to stop doing that.
All we needed was some butt hurt Karen to call 911 saying that someone was waving a big knife and threatening everyone.
Being kids they didn't listen at first. So every time that me, them and their dad would go out to eat, I would tell them "don't even think about it," when they started to reach in their pocket.
When I was in high school, there was one kid who was creepy in just about everything he said and did. Sadly, he was one of those odd balls that was a poster child for gun control.
I didn't see it happen and the details were extremely fuzzy back then as now. This is the story I heard. He brought a shotgun to school. He let someone look at it. Anyway, he was shot with his own shotgun but wasn't killed.
I saw him a few days later and he told me he got birdshot from chin to shins. I saw the tell-tale blood spots from his chin down his neck.
It beats the heck out of me how he survived. Was it a weak reload he was hit with? I don't know. How far away was he when he was hit? I don't know.
Along with everyone else, I avoided him. He was one of the creeps that talked about weapons all the time. And yes, I have a fascination with weapons but there is a time and place for discussions on that subject.
It was a tool, not a weapon. Back then, folks understood that.
Sirhr