20 People Share The Most MacGyver Thing They've Ever Done.

People on Reddit were asked: "What's the most MacGyver sh*t you have ever pulled?" These are some of the best answers.

1/20 We used a piece of wire found in the earthquake rubble as a stylet to intubate a baby after the earthquake in Port au Prince, Haiti. Not exactly the "right" way to do it, but at that point it doesn't really matter.


2/20 Electric company turned off a friends electricity to his house after a few non paid bills so after a few beers we decided to open up the meters and run a line from the line in to restore power. I was pretty confident it would work as I used to deal with breaker boxes and knew how the system worked. The next day I then climbed the pole and restored cable tv to the house as well and for about 3 months before the state took the house he had free electric and free cable tv.


3/20 I had a huge rock that was in my driveway, and it seemed like every year, it would get pushed up a bit more, to the point it was becoming a huge hazard.

We had gotten estimates to jackhammer the thing, making the driveway passable, but they wanted between $800-$1,000. I had remembered reading something about Hannibal's expeditions, where they would put hot coals on a large rock and then douse it with freezing cold water, and then smash it with a blunt object, fracturing these boulders and allowing Hannibal to continue his trek, and decided to try it.

I took a bunch of charcoal and basically baked this huge rock for about 30 minutes, and then immediately threw a ton of ice water onto it, resulting in a loud pop. Then, I hit the rock with a sledgehammer, and the rock exploded into a million pieces. I definitely got a kick out of putting some ancient science into application.


4/20 Hotwired some antiquated phone jack in Serbia (post Bosnia War, pre Serbia NATO bombings) and attached my 56k laptop modem to it so I could access Hungarian Compuserve Internet to get news from the outside world whether my team of 10 foreigners needed to evacuate or not. This was 1998.


5/20 When I would get in trouble as a youth of 14 or 15, my mom had a lock box with a keypad entry system where she would keep my effects (gameboy, phone, laptop, etc). One night, while I was grounded, I collected dust from our grandfather clock and coated the keypad in it. I asked my mom if she could help me wash some grapes in the kitchen, and then asked to use my phone to call a friend about a group project. The water on her fingers cleaned the dust off of 4 numbers, and then it was just a matter of trying the different combinations to discover the code.


6/20 I successfully cooked a frozen pizza in a wok.


7/20 Me and two friends locked ourselves out of the house. Looked through the letterbox and saw keys sat on telephone table at far end of hallway. Rang locksmith: "100 to come out...." Headed to the garage and found bamboo canes, duct tape (of course) and an Alan key. 5mins later we have a 21ft pole with hook on the end. Fed it through the letterbox, hooked the keys, carefully lifted them back through the letterbox. Danced.


8/20 1997: Me, broke, driving my date's 1984 Buick LeSabre on the Houston Beltway (or I-45) taking her home around 1:30am. Sound in engine compartment, engine light comes on. I drive for a little while longer, but it's apparent it's the battery as the lights start dimming. I pull over quickly then, knowing I have to have enough juice to start it again if I get it fixed.

It's the alternator belt (one of three belts). We were on the elevated portion over the 290 interchange, so a long walk to anywhere, and after a few minutes with zero people coming by, I got my courage up and asked for my date's pantyhose. Yes, I tied the pantyhose into a belt where the alternator belt should be. I debated tying both legs into a thicker belt or remove one leg and keep that in reserve. I removed one leg of the pantyhose.

Damn thing worked. We kept the headlights off most of the way. We had to travel about ten miles, and the makeshift belt lasted for about nine. Engine light comes on again, and this time I was going to burn the battery all the way down and make it the last mile. We did, but I guess the juice in the battery wouldn't have lasted another mile.

We were married that December. She hasn't worn pantyhose since.


9/20 I was on a date once and I had a rusted out 1974 Impala. I had to un-stick the butterfly valve on the carburetor, so I used my mascara wand to unjam it.


10/20 Once a water main burst up the road from our house, and as we were downhill all the water began to run through the side of our property and threatened to flood the entire house.

I took the slide off my sisters playhouse and took it up the road and placed it on its side and propped it up, which diverted the water far enough onto the road that our house completely avoided the torrent. Sorry neighbours further down the road.


11/20 I was on a trip in Africa and was in the middle of bumf*ck nowhere. I'd brought along a cheap guitar to pass the time. I'm playing it one day and one of the strings break, and without any extras, it's not looking good. This guitar was the only thing I had to do.

I was desperate. So I somehow managed to tie the broken string together and put it back on the guitar. The knot was around the third fret, so I put a needed a capo on the fourth fret so it was below where the knot was. I proceeded to MAKE a capo out of a pencil and a rubber band. Tuned my guitar accordingly... and it actually worked.

I don't know if anyone will appreciate this... the people on my trip didn't get it. But I was pretty damn proud of myself.


12/20 I was locked out of my house in the middle of the night. All I had was some wire, some outdoor furniture and a garden hose. So I used a patio chair to smash the window.


13/20 Just yesterday I used a small rock (~12 inches in diameter) and a metal rod (heavy steel, 6' long) to move a 1,000+ lbs boulder using leverage.

My family was about to start looking to hire a bobcat operator. They all thought I was some kind of wizard after.


14/20 My clutch failed in the middle of nowhere. Upon inspection, I discovered the slave cylinder had a leak. In my trunk I had these items: electrical tape, window cleaner, water, zip ties, small socket set.

I did not have any brake fluid (also used for hydraulic clutches). First I wrapped the leaking line in a double layer of electrical tape, then I lined up some zip ties along the patch and pulled them as tight as they would go with some pliers.

Now to figure out how to fill the fluid. I had the window cleaner spray bottle...and some water. So I removed the sprayer part, stuck it in the water and primed it out. Then I just sprayed that sucker like my life depended on it to get as much water as possible out of it.

Subarus have their brake fluid reservoir right next to the clutch fluid. I inserted the tube into my brake fluid reservoir (thankfully full), and aimed the nozzle into the clutch reservoir and added enough fluid to get to the minimum level. A quick clutch bleed later, I was back in business.


15/20 I was in Germany in the US Army in the late 80's, we still had gasoline engine Dodge trucks. We were returning from a parts run from another base and our mechanical fuel pump failed. We emptied the window washer reservoir and filled it with gas (we carried spare fuel with us) and connected the line to the inlet of the carburetor. We used the washer button to fill the float bowl of the carb any time the engine started to sputter and had to pull over every 20 minutes or so to top off the washer reservoir. Took us a little longer to get home, but we made it.


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16/20 First car was a POS Fiat Spyder. The throttle cable broke. Found a rubber band and used it to set the throttle 2/3 open at the carb.

To speed up, turn the ignition on. To slow down, turn it off. Drove 20 min home that way...


17/20 Used a piece of scotch tape to record over a commercial VHS. I know, small time, but I was pre-teen and took apart the VCR to figure out why I could record on blank tape as much as I wanted, but not any of the others. Hours later, when I figured it out, I couldn't have been happier. The feeling was probably one of the things that got me into technology.


18/20 I actually held the shaft of a submarine together with duct tape for an entire deployment. Seriously, not kidding.


19/20 Me and my friend went to a ski slope in his old Skoda (86 model, looked like a 60s car). It was cold that night and after the skiing the doors of the Skoda had all frozen. My friend fixed it by pulling the rubber seal of one of the windows, he then proceeded to pee through the gap by the window onto the locking mechanism inside the door so he could unlock it. Problem solved.


20/20 Repaired a laser missile tracking system in Baluchistan on a hot (130 F) day with a Swiss Army knife, leather belt, wire coat hanger, and a pocket handkerchief. Damn circuit had shifted. Opened it up with the Swiss Army knife, used wire to jumper the melted connector. Leather to insulate, handkerchief to tie it all up. Passed the launch test. Went back and fixed it with actual tools and spares the next day, but I felt like Angus all day!



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