Times where you've actually used your bayo?

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Anyone have any stories where they've actually used your baynet for somthing usefull?

My story isnt the best but Iam hoping you guys have better ones. A friend and i were out looking for coyotes, but no luck. We did however find alot of jack rabbits. One rabbit we were chasing crawled under a cattle gate and would not come out, So i folded out the bayonet on my Chinese sks and spooked him out with that, where my buddie was waiting with his rifle...... and you can guess the rest.

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I was at a match in the spring, it was muddy and I didn't want to lay my SKS on the ground so I extended the bayonet and jammed it into the ground. Instant rifle rack.
 
Screws, and it makes a handy quick rifle stand, just stab it into the dirt. It's a CZ, so it's not like it can be sharpened, so blunt uses are about it. I suppose if a deer walked under your tree stand, you could jump down and jab it, but short of TEOTWAWKI I can't see it getting much more use than rifle stand.

ETA, dammit, took to long typing, Exocet beat me to it.
 
I owned a Yugo M59 sks, I used the bayo as a mono-pod in a cattle field in Nova Scotia. It was about 45 mins to dusk and I wacked a nice white tail with PMC soft points.
 
i was balls deep in the ####.

a mortar shell had gone off 7 yards from me and blown my right eardrum. in the fuzz and catastrophe of stalingrad on october the 3rd, 1942, there was a shrieking pain and a shrieking ring on one side of me, and heinkel one-elevens laying a barrage nine hundred yards to the other.

fritz rolled slowly around the corner of the block ahead of me--if you could call the slabs of demolished concrete and jagged glass with their carpets of black smoke billowing in a concord of suffering 'buildings', he came around it with a panzer, infantry, and a mortar. slowly. tentatively.

I was dug in a crater, mud caked on my face and clothes, and I was separated from my unit. it was too late for me to run. playing dead was not an option; they'd shoot or bayonet me as they passed. within moments, i'd be spotted.

suddenly, a terrible thought dawned on me. i knew that i was going to die--that was a given and i put it out of my mind. i realized that the raspberries i'd had in my lunch had left seeds jammed between my molars.

'####,' i thought. 'i can't get a string off my socks to use to floss these out'

so i grabbed my 91/30. over the rattling clatter of the tank treads, i heard fritz shouting in german: "schauen sie, es gibt denjenigen". clearly i had been spotted.

i flipped the bayonet out, and jammed it into my mouth, never happier that i'd kept a wicked point on it. bullets from fritz's mausers thwapped into the dirt above my head. i wiggled the point of the bayonet in between my first and second molars and tried to flick the seed out.

come on, you sonofa#####, i thought.

come to papa.
 
Makes a great monopod on the SKS when shooting prone...otherwise I can think of no use for the spike bayonet other than when I run out of cases of X39 and still have zombies coming at me...
 
hemingway said:
i was balls deep in the s**t.

A mortar shell had gone off 7 yards from me and blown my right eardrum. In the fuzz and catastrophe of stalingrad on october the 3rd, 1942, there was a shrieking pain and a shrieking ring on one side of me, and heinkel one-elevens laying a barrage nine hundred yards to the other.

Fritz rolled slowly around the corner of the block ahead of me--if you could call the slabs of demolished concrete and jagged glass with their carpets of black smoke billowing in a concord of suffering 'buildings', he came around it with a panzer, infantry, and a mortar. Slowly. Tentatively.

I was dug in a crater, mud caked on my face and clothes, and i was separated from my unit. It was too late for me to run. Playing dead was not an option; they'd shoot or bayonet me as they passed. Within moments, i'd be spotted.

Suddenly, a terrible thought dawned on me. I knew that i was going to die--that was a given and i put it out of my mind. I realized that the raspberries i'd had in my lunch had left seeds jammed between my molars.

'f**k,' i thought. 'i can't get a string off my socks to use to floss these out'

so i grabbed my 91/30. Over the rattling clatter of the tank treads, i heard fritz shouting in german: "schauen sie, es gibt denjenigen". Clearly i had been spotted.

I flipped the bayonet out, and jammed it into my mouth, never happier that i'd kept a wicked point on it. Bullets from fritz's mausers thwapped into the dirt above my head. I wiggled the point of the bayonet in between my first and second molars and tried to flick the seed out.

Come on, you sonofa#####, i thought.

Come to papa.
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l m f a o!!
 
I did a Whole 300 Pound Pig (Shish Kabob Communist Style) over the fire on the end of my Factory 26 SKS Bayonet. My Biceps were really hurting after holding it and rotating the Pig continuously for at least 8 or 9 hours. It was very tender and juicey as the cosmoline really added a nice flavorful marinade.
The Pig Juices really brought out the best in the SKS Stock, it still smells quite good today as I lick it ocassionally while shooting at the range.
 
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