"Carl's Lounge" (Off-Topic Discussion, Traditional Knife "Tales & Vignettes")

We use to play a game like that as boys but when I played with the older boys I had to play for keeps :eek: and don't ya know I won the first round with a Kent Fish Knife. I could throw that knife No Spin 10' and get it to stick into a tree every time :cool::thumbsup:. Gawd I miss that knife "lost it in shortly after" so I picked up another one recently to toss in my tackle box to remind me of the easier days.
 
Is there a name for that knife game where the exponent stabs in between their outstretched fingers on a table...faster and faster...? I mean apart from Sheer Stupidity?
"Five Finger Fillet" We used to play that, but wimped out and used pencils.

There's a famous scene in the movie Aliens, but I won't post it here for "language!" reasons. ;):D
 
We called that other game "Splits", and we played it the opposite way! If you could "stick" the knife less than a knife-length away from your opponent's foot (starting with feet together) you had to move your foot out to touch the knife! Repeat until the loser lost balance!!

That's how we used to play Splits too Charlie. I remember my mother teaching me to play it, I couldn't have been more than 4! :D
 
We called that other game "Splits", and we played it the opposite way! If you could "stick" the knife less than a knife-length away from your opponent's foot (starting with feet together) you had to move your foot out to touch the knife! Repeat until the loser lost balance!!
This just in from Dad:
He definitely taught us to play Splits. Either I misremembered the game, or we ALSO played the “chicken” version.
 
We played Splits and our rules were basically the same as waynorth waynorth 's . We may have allowed a little more than a " Knife's Length " away from the opponent's foot .

Harry
 
Things are clearly getting desperate here ;) Next you'll have people claiming they regularly played Russian Roulette and won :D Sole Survivor :cool: Or played with automatics...:eek:
As elementary-school age kids we used to jump from porch roofs into trees, play “superman”, which was simply flinging yourself forward onto the ground in a belly-flop, have huge battles throwing hickory nuts at each other, ride our bikes over rickety ramps and jumps we built, and lots of other stupid things I either can’t remember or don’t have time to chronicle here, so throwing knives at each other’s feet was not particularly extreme in that context. I AM pretty sure misremembered the Splits game and got it backwards, though. I definitely remembered the feet apart and the danger of getting a knife stuck in your foot, and got the rest mixed up somehow.
 
As elementary-school age kids we used to jump from porch roofs into trees, play “superman”, which was simply flinging yourself forward onto the ground in a belly-flop, have huge battles throwing hickory nuts at each other, ride our bikes over rickety ramps and jumps we built, and lots of other stupid things I either can’t remember or don’t have time to chronicle here, so throwing knives at each other’s feet was not particularly extreme in that context. I AM pretty sure misremembered the Splits game and got it backwards, though. I definitely remembered the feet apart and the danger of getting a knife stuck in your foot, and got the rest mixed up somehow.

Schools out it's first week of July 1957, spending the summer in PA with my Grandparents. It's about 85 degrees & I am wearing 2 pair of Jeans, 2 Sweatshirts for protection.
This afternoons activity BB gun wars, got the old Red Ryder loaded & ready.
 
Schools out it's first week of July 1957, spending the summer in PA with my Grandparents. It's about 85 degrees & I am wearing 2 pair of Jeans, 2 Sweatshirts for protection.
This afternoons activity BB gun wars, got the old Red Ryder loaded & ready.
That was fun, but I didn't wear extra layers of clothing! (Maybe I should have.) We did agree no shooting above the waist.
 
That was fun, but I didn't wear extra layers of clothing! (Maybe I should have.) We did agree no shooting above the waist.
My dad drilled gun safety into us too much for that to have ever happened around our house, even if it was only just BB guns. And just in case his teachings didn’t take hold, he also only ever bought us single-shot BB and pellet guns...

When we we older (high school), we used to have bottle-rocket wars, though.
 
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