Well, last night I was in the woods on my property and was practicing a little bushcraft and I was making a fire to warm up a bit. I was with one of my dogs and after we heard some raccoons fighting, he ran off for them. He is getting pretty old and last time he attacked a raccoon, he got chewed up pretty bad. So, I took off after him and while I was running down a trail through the woods, my Bark River Aurora slipped out of it's sheath and fell towards my leg. Simultaneously, my leg was moving up and kicked the knife. I did not stop to look for my knife, I just limped for my house. Ten minutes later I am to the car and on my way to the emergency room, thirty minutes away. I get there and wait an hour before they can see me.
The thing that gets me is that none of the nurses could figure out why I had a knife, they thought I was crazy. They kept asking if I was stabbed, by someone else. No one these days is a fan of knives, until they need one. I leave with three stitches and a 150 dollar bill. Still do not have a clue as to where my knife went.
Do any of you have a story about when you got hurt by a knife?
The thing that gets me is that none of the nurses could figure out why I had a knife, they thought I was crazy. They kept asking if I was stabbed, by someone else. No one these days is a fan of knives, until they need one. I leave with three stitches and a 150 dollar bill. Still do not have a clue as to where my knife went.
Do any of you have a story about when you got hurt by a knife?