MJS said:
Hi Dan,
Out of curiosity, since you posted this question, I'd be interested in hearing your answer to this question. Its always nice to get feedback from people that have experienced something first hand.
Thanks,
Mike
Hi Mike,
Sorry to be so late getting back to you. It's been a truly long day. Several times successfully, and once not so successfully.
The reason I was asking is that, regardless of practice, time spent on the mats, etc. etc. Regardless of your level of proficiency in the techniques that you have been taught, there is a definite psychological difference when you are faced with the "Cold Steel".
I hate to sound like an elitist, and probably will take heat for this from someone, but I think I would rather take the opinion of someone who has, actually, been there and rode the tiger rather than someone who has tons and scads of book-learnin'. I mean that, in no way, as an insult to anyone. However, it is a far cry to face possible death in the reality than in the academic.
BTW... The one time I wasn't successful was in 1993. One of my own students got me, basically through my own inattention to detail and familiarity breeding contempt, as it were.
Here, in Missouri, in 93, we had some horrible floods down around St. Louis and the surrounding counties. We, my students and I, went to a place called Marthasville. We were putting on a demonstration at the local civic center, the proceeds of which were going to the flood relief effort. We pretty well packed the house.
We were doing a particular knife defense that my senior Black and I had done a thousand times. This time, however, the only knife that we had thought to bring was a Hibben Rambo III... A big sucker with a reeeaaallly sharp blade. We didn't bother to practice, or scope the environment very well. We were, in fact, doing the demonstration in a wrestling ring and they are excessively springy for all the high throws, etc that are done.
My student charged at me ... I did the defense ... We both bounced n the middle of the ring, simultaneously ... My hand was in position to catch the wrist ... We came down on the flooring ... He was considerably heavier than I ... He bounced a bit higher, and came down a bit slower ... He cut off the distal 3rd of my right social finger (middle finger :ultracool ). My wife, then girlfriend said later, I knew something was wrong, because it went into live action speed. I had, without realizing what was going on, gone into live mode. Even with the finger cut off (along with some of the bone), I took my student down, disarmed him, and stopped the hammerfist to his heart, but just barely. It went from a well oiled, very practiced defense technique, to a live fire reaction and I almost killed him. As it was, I pulled up shy and didn't hit him full on. However, as he laid there, and we commiserated over my lost finger, his eyes were very glazed, and he was having trouble making coherent conversation. :rofl:
The only reason I really know so much detail is that I still have the video tape. Joey, my wife, can't watch it. I have only viewed it a few times, and then, I always scream... Dammit Dan!!!! Don't dooo iiiitttt !!!!!
:rofl: :rofl: :rofl:
My wife calls me chameleon, however. Over the course of several months I regrew the part of the finger that was cut off and discarded at the emergency room.