I heard someone say recently, “If we outlaw guns because they’re used to commit crime, then we ought to outlaw knives also.” This started me thinking about how my kitchen knives could be used as weapons.
My sister gave me some new steak knives this week and they are extremely sharp. The old ones are still keen too, even though the handles have started to delaminate. I saved them just in case I ever serve steak to an inordinate number of guests.
Most of our knives are kept in a drawer. We’ve learned to recognize the handles and pick out the needed utensil gingerly. Only a knucklehead would stick his hand in there and start rummaging around.
If I had to defend myself from an intruder, using only a blade, I’d probably grab a large carving knife. They are stout, intimidating, and capable of cutting through watermelon rind. I rarely use them, so they aren’t maintained in sharp condition. Right after Thanksgiving would be a good time to choose this one.
I have a carbon steel utility knife with a flexible seven-inch blade that I employ all the time. It dulls easily and whets quickly so it is always either very sharp or not. If we had a break in, would I remember how easily the onions diced at dinner? Probably not.
The long bread knife would be scary looking, especially in the dark. The wavy, serrated blade is designed for sawing back and forth. In a pinch, it does a pretty good job carving meat. Its distinctive pearl and silver handle makes it easy to find in the drawer.
We have this cute little set of knives in a block on the counter top. These might be my weapon of choice simply because they’re easy to grab. They’re never sharp and the blades are short but in the blink of an eye I could have one in each hand—jab-jab!
If a bad guy broke into my house in the middle of the night, if he’d cased the property and knew we were home, or if he’d done this dastardly deed before and been surprised by homeowners, he would probably be armed. I think if I tried to run him off with a knife, I’d get myself dead.
So, all this exercise in preparing my mind to choose a knife to defend myself and my property…is simply exercise.
I have a gun; I keep it loaded; it is in an easy-to-grab location; I practice using it so I’m comfortable with the grip and the way it handles. The only mind exercise required is a pre-meditated decision to point and shoot at a living being who intends me harm.
I shot a wild turkey once, because she was hurting my little bantam hen. I didn’t intend to kill her—she was forty yards away and I chose a B-B gun. I think the principal is the same.
If the current administration outlaws assault weapons, only criminals will have them. I have a backup plan but maybe I should also sharpen my knives.