Drawing Blood

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ArfinGreebly

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I have a number of Case XX yeller/CV knives.

Mostly, they fall into two categories: them what's been baptised with patina water, and them what's still in the box waitin' to be brought into use.

The exception is my medium stockman. (We're not counting the old Sodbuster Jr that I got already used.)

I figured, after the recent "forced patina or not" discussion, that I would start using it au naturale and let it develop a patina through just plain daily use.

So far, it's still shiny and bright. I tend to wipe the blades after every use, so that may be why.

Last night, however, it briefly got dipped in blood. Mine.

I was cutting the zip ties off the packaging for a couple of steamer baskets using the sheepsfoot blade. I had bent the cardboard with my left hand downward to expose the zip tie and remove my hand from the "cutting line."

Didn't count on the springy cardboard snapping up when the zip tie released.

So I'm typing this with a band-aid on my left index fingertip.

I lost a couple of quarts -- er -- pints -- well -- ounces(?) of blood . . . well, let's just say it bled freely.

I'm happy to report that there were no ragged edges on the cut, it was as though done with a razor.

And still no patina stain on the blade. Yeah. So I'm standing there in the kitchen, bleeding, taking the time to wipe the blade, before digging out the band-aids and Neosporin.

I don't know what I could have done to offend the little knife. I've given it all kinds of cool cutting tasks over the last few weeks, and I've always cleaned it up afterwards, checked the edge, stropped when needed, and all that.

Anybody else get bitten by their best friend?

 
That knife likely has an inferiority complex. Now every time you see a zip tie, or a cardboard box, or the scar, you'll think of THAT knife and no others. I know, I'm writing from experience:o:D

Eric
 
ArfinGreebly said:
And still no patina stain on the blade. Yeah. So I'm standing there in the kitchen, bleeding, taking the time to wipe the blade, before digging out the band-aids and Neosporin.


Anybody else get bitten by their best friend?
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Now that's a dedicated knife knut; never mind the bleeding, clean the blade!:D:D:D

If it makes you feel any better, I once did quite a number on my left hand. I was deburing some 1 inch diameter holes in some delrin sheet, and instead of going to my tool chest I was using my Buck stockman. The sheepsfoot blade got away from the hole and went right across my left index finger and bottom knuckle. Right to the bone. Several stiches later I vowed to use the right tool for the job. :o
 
Sounds like the box caused the accident rather than the knife, it springing open like that surprised both of you. I wouldn't blame your friend for the accident.

Caution must be exercised when releasing tension from any compressed load. When I was 19 I popped a steel band loose on a pallet, it had enough tension to whip around and leave me needing 6 stitches in my arm.
 
I'm pretty superstitious about knives that bite. I've had knives that have never ever bit me. Those are the ones I cherish. The ones that bite me I put away. Apparently it rejected me and was not meant to be mine. Granted, it was usually...... always user error, but my superstitious side always kicks in, and I let the knife have it's way. I then put it away and maybe use occasionally, but it no longer is EDCed.
Again, just some stupid superstitious, but that's my story and I'm sticking to it.
 
I was attacked by a Van Camp's Pork and Bean can.
It went straight for my strong hand middle finger knuckle.

[I'd hold up that finger to the monitor, but not sure I can do that here].

I was doing food preparation with my Case Peanut, YH, CV blades.
I used that knife all day doing stuff, and never got bit.

I cannot recall the last time a traditional pocket knife bit me.

[confounded new and fangled have, with them stupid locks and what not]

My Peanut has a neat patina...

First aid kit?
You are kidding right?

Paper towels and cellophane tape.
Finally got the bleeding to stop and was cutting a clean shop rag with the Peanut to make a bandage with electrical tape...

Then I remembered I actually have some store bought band-aids.
I kept going through those.

Peanut, clean and laundered shop rag, and electrical tape worked.
See?
Traditional bandages still works. *wink*

Mean old Pork-n-Bean can...
 
I never consider a new Knife to be truly mine until it has managed to nick me a taste a little
type O rh pos blood. Its a bonding thing.
 
Oh, yeah, I can contribute to this thread!!

When I was fourteen, I was preparing a pheasant for stuffing/mounting as a part of a scout project. I had never done such a thing before. Birds were cut up, disected, dismembered for eating. Not preserving the parts/bones/skin/head for such a project. Anyway, I needed to cut a piece in an awkward position to fully free up the back part of the skin, and could only see one way to make the cut. Started to position my hands, thought, I'm going to slip and cut myself if I do this that way. Looked at it for several minutes, couldn't come up with another way to make the cut, so I said to myself "I'll just go slow and be real careful." Got a nifty scar on the base joint of my left thumb. Don't remember exactly what knife that was, I think my scout master provided and insisted that we use his. My pocket knife was sharper, though. Probably could have controlled the cut better if I'd used my own.

When I was sixteen or so, I was using my Boker Whittler -- all carbon blades and springs. Whittling, of course, and using the main blade. Got in too much of a hurry, too much pressure and -- left index finger has a u-shaped scar in front of the second joint. Felt it slice. Blood on the blade, and no, I didn't wipe it before I took care of the finger, so it did stain it.

A few years ago, I was moving things around in my gun safe on a Father's day morning, and didn't notice my old Sykes/Fairbairn dagger had slipped out of the rag I wrapped it in and was laying quietly on the floor of the safe. Black knife in a shadow, on very dark carpeting. Razor sharp little bugger, too. Got six stitches in my right pinky finger.

Last year, I was re-profiling the tip of a kitchen knife my wife had dropped. Slipped with the file -- it only needed just a little bit of work. I didn't feel good that day, but got obsessed with fixing that knife "right now". I mean, my back was kicking my butt, and I was working on a headache, but still got it in my head to fix that thing. Long, ugly scar on the outside of my right middle finger.

Learned something from every incident.
 
jackknife said:
Now that's a dedicated knife knut; never mind the bleeding, clean the blade!:D:D:D
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Over the years, I've cut myself more than my share of times (never that bad, thankfully). My wife's running joke is that, every time I nick myself, the first thing I say is, "now THAT'S a sharp knife!"
 
A Rough Rider liner lock sodbuster savaged me soon after buying it.Certainly sharp as I bled all over the place and had to go to Casualty,that was about a year ago.the knife saw quite a bit of outdoor use and made a couple of other attempts on me...maybe it was its clumsy size or it just disliked me...But, a couple of weeks ago it literally broke up in my hand!!Pivot came off and it once again it tried to attack.I'd had enough, I MELTED it and consigned its remains to the winds.Superstitious? Yes.
 
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