The hori hori knife story:
My 12 yr old niece and I were on a real hunt, yesterday, in a city oark. Hot and knats in abundance.
We are both down close to the ground digging a quarter, which actually was a can.
A shirtless middle aged homeless man kind of appears out of nowhere. Talks too much, knows everything, and offers to sell me a 1945 penny for $10.00.
I tell him it's worth maybe 10 cents. He moves away, then turns back toward us. All of this is happening in about 2 min.
He has a rather large walking stick. As he slowly moves back toward us and gets in our space, I whip out my new hori hori knife. He goes " hey man, I'm gone".
I mean this idiot had to be impressed with my Lesche 32" shovel in my left hand, but the new shiney knife did a number on him. The whole time me or my niece never stood up. Still on our knees.
I honestly believe he was thinking of us as an easy mark, and beat me with his stick.
Hori hori 1, idiot 0