Knife fail experiences

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When I was a wee lad of 8 or so I was happily chopping away at some bamboo with a laser sharp army surplus machete (beautiful blade made by Weyesberg in Germany) to build some sort of fish grilling contraption I'd read about in a survival book. I held a piece of bambo to close to where I was striking with the machete and cleanly lopped off the tip of my left index finger.

I didn't feel a thing and I was so scared that my dad would take my knives away that I ran into our tent (we were hiking through Patagonia) and dressed the wound as best I could. It healed very well and you can barely tell it ever happened if you look at my index finger now, almost 25 years later.

Before somebody says my dad was crazy for leaving a young kid working with a machete, I was raised in the country, hunting and riding around the mountains since I could walk. It was common for me and other boys to go hunting with our .22s with no adult supervision and my dad insisted that I learned to do most of the manual chores at the ranch from the old ranch hands, so I could appreciate how hard they worked.

My other big knife cut scar came from a girlfriend of mine. I had just bought a Kershaw Centofante Onion (tiny wharncliffe folder), and had left it on my nightstand. We were in bed on a Sunday morning and she started to play with it, saying that such a small blade was useless and probably wouldn't even be able to cut a small piece of string and so on. I told her to be careful because it was razor sharp, she laughed and for some unfathomable reason proceeded to slice my chest, nice deep cut with lots of blood. Needless to say, I don't choose my girlfriends for their brains....
 
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My other big knife cut scar came from a girlfriend of mine. I had just bought a Kershaw Centofante Onion (tiny wharncliffe folder), and had left it on my knife stand. We were in bed on a Sunday morning and he started to play with it, saying that such a small blade was useless and probably wouldn't even be able to cut a small piece of string and so on. I told her to be careful because it was razor sharp, she laughed and for some unfathomable reason proceeded to slice my chest, nice deep cut with lots of blood. Needless to say, I don't choose my girlfriends for their brains....

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There's a lot bigger problem with this girlfriend than lacking in smarts! That sounds like psychotic behavior, and I wouldn't sleep anywhere near, much less associate with, someone like that. :eek:

Jim
 
When I was a young teenager I was trying to cut the line off of a fishing hook using my three blade Schrade knife. Of course I was using the big blade toward my left hand it slipped and stabbed me between my thunb and first finger, still have the scar.
 
I was cord wrapping the handle of my Izula II and holding the knife by the sheath. I pulled the cordage to tighten it and the blade slid out of the sheath and across my hand. Ouch! The result was seven stitches. Yeah I'm a huge dumba$$! I learned the hard was to always tape up the blade. I can still see the puzzled look on the doc's face in the ER when explaining the cord wrapping. BTW Izulas a really sharp out of the box. The ER folks were really impressed with how clean the "incision" was!

So did I win? :cool:
 
I've been a knife guy since I was a boy. I got my first knife when I was 6 years old. Strangely enough I did not cut myself with that knife or the little old timer stockman my dad bought a few years later (which he thought was my first knife :D) The first time I cut myself that I remember I was 3 years old. I had snuck into my grandfather's room and found a monyclip with a little knife blade and nail file. I tried to open it but it got stuck. So being a naive toddler I tried pushing the blade open ouch! 18 stitches and a lot of crying later I was fixed. It was funny that it didn't bleed much and I didn't cry at first. I remember it to this day. I walked out into the kitchen and asked for a bandaid lol. It was only when my grandma said I had to go to the hospital that I started bawling. More afraid of the dr. and his needle then a knife. You'd think this experience so early on would have turned me off of knives but it didn't. It was only the first example in a lifelong fasination with edged tools and weapons of all kinds. :D

30 years later and I still have the scar.
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My other big knife cut scar came from a girlfriend of mine. I had just bought a Kershaw Centofante Onion (tiny wharncliffe folder), and had left it on my nightstand. We were in bed on a Sunday morning and she started to play with it, saying that such a small blade was useless and probably wouldn't even be able to cut a small piece of string and so on. I told her to be careful because it was razor sharp, she laughed and for some unfathomable reason proceeded to slice my chest, nice deep cut with lots of blood. Needless to say, I don't choose my girlfriends for their brains....

I hope you broke up with her after that.
 
When I was a wee lad of 8 or so I was happily chopping away at some bamboo with a laser sharp army surplus machete (beautiful blade made by Weyesberg in Germany) to build some sort of fish grilling contraption I'd read about in a survival book. I held a piece of bambo to close to where I was striking with the machete and cleanly lopped off the tip of my left index finger.

I didn't feel a thing and I was so scared that my dad would take my knives away that I ran into our tent (we were hiking through Patagonia) and dressed the wound as best I could. It healed very well and you can barely tell it ever happened if you look at my index finger now, almost 25 years later.

Before somebody says my dad was crazy for leaving a young kid working with a machete, I was raised in the country, hunting and riding around the mountains since I could walk. It was common for me and other boys to go hunting with our .22s with no adult supervision and my dad insisted that I learned to do most of the manual chores at the ranch from the old ranch hands, so I could appreciate how hard they worked.

My other big knife cut scar came from a girlfriend of mine. I had just bought a Kershaw Centofante Onion (tiny wharncliffe folder), and had left it on my nightstand. We were in bed on a Sunday morning and she started to play with it, saying that such a small blade was useless and probably wouldn't even be able to cut a small piece of string and so on. I told her to be careful because it was razor sharp, she laughed and for some unfathomable reason proceeded to slice my chest, nice deep cut with lots of blood. Needless to say, I don't choose my girlfriends for their brains....
I'm relieved that girlfriend story didn't involve another scrotum incident!
 
?!?!

There's a lot bigger problem with this girlfriend than lacking in smarts! That sounds like psychotic behavior, and I wouldn't sleep anywhere near, much less associate with, someone like that. :eek:

Jim

I agree. My girlfriend is very careful with knives, I like it.
 
And few years ago my daughters gave me a buck folder for Christmas
I was half asleep opening it
I dropped it and it landed point first into the top of my bare right foot
 
Wasn't paying attention and closed a Spyderco Manix on my middle finger once; I stopped the blade before it went to the bone, thank God. More recently (last night, to be exact) I was watching a movie while flicking my 710, and successfully dropped it, half open, a few inches above my kneecap. Ironically, my stupid Italian genes served me well for once and my leg hair absorbed most of the cut. Today I'm sporting a lovely little blood-covered gash in my leg.
 
?!?!

There's a lot bigger problem with this girlfriend than lacking in smarts! That sounds like psychotic behavior, and I wouldn't sleep anywhere near, much less associate with, someone like that. :eek:

Jim

She didn't do it in an agressive way, she thought she'd only scratch me. I know it's no excuse, but she really didn't know what a properly sharpened knife would do, and was joking around (I was not amused at all).

I hope you broke up with her after that.

I did. For a while at least. :-)

I'm relieved that girlfriend story didn't involve another scrotum incident!

I'd never thought about it that way, I almost feel lucky that she tried the knife on my chest and didn't go any lower.
 
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