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- May 20, 2001
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I just got six new spyderco knives. a gunting, a military, an endura, a delica, and the endura and delica trainers. This will be my 3rd delica, the first one i had, my friend broke the tip off of and i gave it to him, and the second one i had clipped to the seatbelt while I was driving, and i forgot that it was there when I opened the door to get out, it is now MIA. This is my second Endura, my first one I sold to my dad because he needed a good knife to go sailing with. I was really really excited to get the gunting and the military. The military is lighter then I expected it to be, I thought the G10 would be thicker and more textured, but its actually very light and quick, perfect for IWB carry. The only problem I have with it is the notches cut out where your thumb goes for grip always catches on the pocket of my pants when I try to spyder drop it. And then we come to Gunting #908.
I have 5, count em, 5 cuts on my left hand from the day I got my gunting, and 1 on the inside of my left wrist.
me: Dar, gee, this is a cool knife, i think ill practice opening it on my arm.
my girlfreind: you shouldn't do tha...
me: OUCH, It bit me!!!
This happened 6 times. On the 5th one I though I might have to go to the hospital. I hit bone, cut about a quarter inch into my left index finger, poured ****ing blood everywhere. The scary part was I didn't even feel it cut me until i hit the bone. I have never cut myself so much with a knife in my entire life. I am now afraid of it, I don't carry it anymore, it sits in its box and stares at me with these demonic haunting eyes. I think its going to try and get me one of these nights. Thats ok though, I sleep with my military!

I have 5, count em, 5 cuts on my left hand from the day I got my gunting, and 1 on the inside of my left wrist.
me: Dar, gee, this is a cool knife, i think ill practice opening it on my arm.
my girlfreind: you shouldn't do tha...
me: OUCH, It bit me!!!
This happened 6 times. On the 5th one I though I might have to go to the hospital. I hit bone, cut about a quarter inch into my left index finger, poured ****ing blood everywhere. The scary part was I didn't even feel it cut me until i hit the bone. I have never cut myself so much with a knife in my entire life. I am now afraid of it, I don't carry it anymore, it sits in its box and stares at me with these demonic haunting eyes. I think its going to try and get me one of these nights. Thats ok though, I sleep with my military!
