April 2008
Thank You, Mom
It all began back in 2006 when my mother bought me a Leatherman Core. I had always carried a full-sized set of pliers with me and she thought this was a better idea.
One afternoon I was out deer hunting and as I sat in my tree stand I notice a loose screw on the bottom of my seat, so I reach for my Core and I tighten it a few turns. I harnessed the Core back in its holster and continued hunting. It’d been awhile since I'd seen anything, so I start to doze off. I get a rude awakening when I’m hanging from the tree by my safety harness. Well somehow in the process the harness got tangled and the release won’t work. So there I am, dangling 15' off the ground, and no way down. I was able to reach for my Core again and cut the strap that was holding me as I readied myself for the fall.
As soon as I touched the ground I promised myself I would never be without my CORE again. I love that thing. I thank my mother and Leatherman for helping me that day.
Kevin D.
Manville, IL
OK, you voyeur, you. Enough of reading other people's stories. It's time you told your own tale of gripping heroism or even just neat DIY'ism. We know there's a Shakespeare in you somewhere. Don't make us use the Steens to find it.