First Knife that Gave You a BAD CUT

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I remember a rundown old hardware store that had a box of Barlows. You didn't get an individual box for it, you just pried it out and paid a buck sixty five for it. No tax. It had two blades. It was the first knife I had where I really cut the dickens out of myself. I was whittlin' wood and learned the age-old lesson that you don't carve towards yourself! Man, the blood was everwhere. Nowdays, I'd gotten a few stitches, but back then my parents and grandparents just wrapped it all up, everyone trying to run the operation.

Of course they took my knife.

Of course, it was only natural that I not be trusted with it after that...at least for awhile.

Of course, it was also natural that the next time I went to town, I bought another Barlow and kept it well hid. Six months or so after that, when they gave me back my original knife, I had two Barlows! :D
 
It has been so long since my first bad cut, I have no idea what knife it was what knife it was that cut me.
 
Sigh, last summer, sitting on the beach, my wife and I split a bottle of great Michigan wine. So she layed back to soak up some sun, and I set to amusing myself whittling driftwood.

Well a couple of glasses of wine don't mix with whittling. It seemed like a good idea to gouge out a little hole with a Vic Soldier (doesn't lock, you know), ended up folding the damn knife closed on my index finger. Good thing it was a mile from the parking lot to the beach :rolleyes:

Great big impressive scar from it now, since the blade was more parallel to the finger than perpendicular. No stitches, but I probably should have.
 
Subcom F. Not that long ago (less than a month). It's (sigh) bleedin' sharp. That's when I learned the lesson, very wide blades = much less clearance for thumb.
 
MSCantrell said:
Sigh, last summer, sitting on the beach, my wife and I split a bottle of great Michigan wine. So she layed back to soak up some sun, and I set to amusing myself whittling driftwood.

Well a couple of glasses of wine don't mix with whittling. It seemed like a good idea to gouge out a little hole with a Vic Soldier (doesn't lock, you know), ended up folding the damn knife closed on my index finger. Good thing it was a mile from the parking lot to the beach :rolleyes:

Great big impressive scar from it now, since the blade was more parallel to the finger than perpendicular. No stitches, but I probably should have.
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My first bad wound was also with a SAK. I was at a state campground and nearly sliced off my pointer finger making a tent stake.

Guess us Michigan folk have bad luck with Vic's.;)
 
My first bad cut was with a...ahmm...ninja star:o . I was throwing it into the ground and missed:rolleyes: . Instead, I embedded it into my shin. Worst of all, I had to hide it from my parents so they wouldn't take it away! Hey , it was the eighties and Sho Kosugi was the man!
 
Schrade 7OT lockback, it was my older brothers and I closed it on the side of my thumb, 30+ years later and I still have a triangle scar where it sliced into it.
 
too old to remember the first but the knives that really cut the fool out of me are as follows
opinel #8 don't ask too stupid to say
gerber lst, same as above
buck nxt. it just doesn't pay to be opening and closing a knife without paying attention to what you're doing. later,ahgar
 
When i was a kid, about 8 years old, i watched my dad cut the skin of an old golf ball one time with a Schrade Uncle Henry stockman. He took the innards of the golf ball (a bunch of tiny rubber bands if you didnt know) and set it on fire. It was so cool to see the fire popping the tight rubber bands, and the thing hopping and dancing around the parking lot on fire.

Well...i decided to do the same thing one day to impress my buddies. I took dads old razor sharp stockman, and attempted to cut the golfball. i held the ball in my hand and pushed down with the blade, and it skipped off the ball and hit my index finger, cutting it to the bone.

Another time was in a sporting goods store when I was 11 or 12. They had those new Timberline folders that I thought were so cool. I had never seen a knife with a locking mechanism so strange. You opened the knife, and to close it, you had to pull the blade away from the handle like you were seperating it. Then you could close it. The guy behind the counter showed me, and when I tried it, I pulled on the blade with the edge down, and across my poor index finger...again cutting it to the bone. I bled all over the glass display case. The guy behind the counter laughed at me.
 
ugh, I realy dont know what I was doing, but I ended up dropping my 5 inch KA-BAR. Of course, it fell point down, and nailed me right in the top of my foot. The thing cut the outer skin cover on the tendons, but luckily not the tendons themselves. Lol I remember the doctor leaning over it before he stitched it up, and saying "pull on it and see if the toe moves!" (there was some severed skin hanging around that looked like some tendon) I ended up with 13 stitches overall, and a nice scar once it healed.

-Å
 
reading all this "horror" stories makes me wanna stop collecting knives. Just started anyway...18 yet afraid. Ha ha.
 
Craft knife carried in back pocket coming home from school when I was about 7. Blade came through didn't notice untill I put hand in pocket. Blood everywhere, still got the scar on my thumb 40yrs later.
 
Victorinox Super Tinker (main blade).

Got me good and it took a while to heal. :)

After that the next knife to get me was a Spyderco Calypso Jr (grey FRN). It was way sharp. ;)
 
The first knife I bought for myself was an Emerson CQC-7 (this must have been around 1999 or so). I was opening boxes because I just moved back to my apartment for college, and I go to thumb disk the blade open. (I only had on socks, of course). The blade is flung out of my hand, straight tip down into my foot. It actually hit my foot with a lot of force and bounced up before settling next to my foot. I see the hole in the sock and think "maybe it's not too bad", as soon as I think that I see the blood start to gush. It opened a pretty decent, wide open cut. I should have gotten stitches but I just used gauze, butterfly bandages, and iodine until it closed up a couple days later. My whole foot hurt like hell, and I have been a lot more attentive to what I am doing with my blades.
 
Alot of injury to feet...This one wasnt me this time, but I was there.

I was showing a buddy of mine a Beltrame switchblade I had purchased and I guess he wasnt ready for the recoil of the knife, having never handled a switchblade. He pushed the button, the blade popped open hard, and it went right out of his hand, and straight down into his foot. He had socks on and the whole damn sock was red within seconds. No damage, but he walked away with a few stitches and a lesson to hang on tight to those autos!
 
Buck Vanguard in the hands of my cousin... cut through the underside of my thumb, scoring the tendon. it hurt to shuffle cards when i played poker for weeks (i was 17 at the time, almost 30 now)

before that i had cut myself on a 5" or so fixed blade pushing it against my palm to see if it was sharp after my grandfather had regrinded the edge for me. i was probably 10 or 11. wasn't too bad though, i think i hid it from my mom, it wasn't that deep, but it was basically the whole width of my hand

i've been using/playing with knives almost non-stop since then with a couple of close calls, but i have barely drawn blood since the thing when i was 17
 
A SAK of unknown designation; but it had four blades. I was about 9 yrs old and whittling wood with a friend when I cut the tip of my left pinky finger down to the bone...blood galore.

My friend gave me a dirty tissue and said " you better go home". I heeded the advice but by the time I got there, I had somewhat stanched the flow with the tissue and started to think better of letting my parents know. I went in the bathroom, poured rubbing alcohol on the cut and, when the bleeding mostly stopped, put on a band aid.

My parents never did find out, the SAK has disappeared into the mists of time, but I still have the scar.
 
The first time that I remember cutting myself was when I was around 9, I think. I was cutting open a snickers bar with my SAK-type knife and pushed a lot harder than I needed to cut the wrapper. The blade went through the wrapper and into my left thumb. The funny thing was that I did this in the kitchen while my mom was making dinner. I did the only sensible thing and shook my hand and ran around the kitchen. I got blood all over the salad that she was making hahaha.

The worst that I ever cut myself was my first night at college. Before I go on, I will say that yes, I know that I am an idiot for doing what I am about to say. Ok, that said, I was pledging a fraternity, so we went out and got shitfaced drunk, like drinking everclear screwdrivers drunk. So, we get dropped off back at my dorm and start to walk in. One of the guys saw a university van and started to let the air out of the tire. I guess I wanted to one-up him, so I walked up to the van and (here is the idiot part) slashed the tire with my trusty Schrade Oldtimer (I think this is what it was, maybe an Old Henry). It blew up and was really loud. Fearing that the desk attendant heard it, we decided to sneak in the back way.

My room was on the 9th floor, so we started the long trek up the stairs. About half way up, my roommate started making fun of my for throwing up on myself. I looked down, and my shoes were red, but I knew that I didn't drink anything red that night. So, in my drunken logic, I was cool. I started laughing and telling him that I didn't drink any girlie red drinks that night and that was that.

Well, we made it up to the room and I proceeded to throw off my shoes and pass out. That is when my roommate saw that my sock was solid red and that my foot was gushing blood. I had already lost about 2 pints. We had just gotten to the place like 8 hours ago, so we didn't know anyone's number to call for help. Thankfully, he had to presence of mind to get a towel and apply pressure on it until it stopped bleeding. He prob saved my life that night.

Anyway, I woke up the next morining and didnt remember cutting myself. I quickly realized that I had when I got out of bed and tried to stand up. I had sliced through my shoe, sock, and foot to the bone. I completely severed the big vein that pokes out on the top of your foot. My sock weighed about 4-5 pounds from all of the blood in it.

SO, the moral of this story is "Don't get drunk and use knives" and "Don't drink girlie red drinks either."
 
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