I’ve shared this mini-story previously and recently as an Instagram post. For those who may have missed it……..
As I slowly walked along the edge of the wood line looking out into the field – I saw them. They were 30 yards away and staggering in a generally parallel direction with the edge of pines that concealed me. I had to decide – do I allow them to exist? Do I allow them to continue to feed on the unarmed and ill-prepared? Do I allow them to kill the innocent? The answer was simple…..No!
I grabbed a fist-sized rock and threw it over their heads to distract them. They bit – and turned in the direction of the impact. In an instant, I darted out of the woods straight towards the closest of the undead. Within seconds the first was 10 yards away and I had my Buck Hoodlum knife exiting its sheath in my right hand. The target was just beginning to turn in response to my running as I twisted my upper body to the right so my left shoulder was pointing at the walking pile of rotting flesh and then with one quick motion like a coiled spring I twisted to the left. The Buck Hoodlum sliced through the air in my extended right hand. The Hoodlum penetrated the skull of the undead easily and removed the top half. My first target was down – and was not going to be coming back.
Target two reached out with a moan. I wonder if there was any emotion in this thing as it saw its partner crumble to the ground. Regardless – it had to be done. The Hoodlum was still at the end of its initial strike and was on my left side. I turned my wrist so the blade would face the undead and I swung back – removing the arm which had just touched me.
“It touched me……ewwwwwww!!” I thought to myself.
The undead stepped back as his arm hit the ground. Black liquid drained from the wound. One final strike was all that was needed as an overhead swing impacted the skull atop the forehead and split it in half. The undead dropped and laid to rest next to his “friend”.
Wiping the bloody blade off on the clothes of the fallen – I said out loud – “Thank you Ron Hood.”
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There may not be finer cutlery available today with which to dismember zombies!
Agreed
good story john, yep, it’s a great knife. i have 2 older ones.
but here in the real world i would not ever let them get that close to me. it touched me, ewwwwww!,,,, HELL TO THE NO.
never let anything get that close, alive or dead if you can help it. to do so is to become a victim. if all a person had was a knife the best thing to do is run and hide. if trapped then use what you have but don’t go looking for trouble, let it pass by if possible, re arm and come back later. never go out without some some lead to put downrange, i never walk outside my house without one in a holster or pocket.. when i’m in the woods i have at least my old 94 with me. we have to many critters in our woods. coyote’s that run in packs etc. have become a problem here. skunks and coon’s are on the target list as well. the zombies in wall mart are another story. i just don’t go.
i enjoy your articles , thank you