Sometimes... Sometimes knives are just bloodthirsty... I bought an H&K G3 bayonet for my PTR-91. MOST bayonets are butter knife dull. For whatever reason, this one was not. It had a VERY snug sheath. The first time I drew it, I had to try 2 or 3 times to get it out. When it did slide out of the sheath, it cut my thumb pretty good. I guess I'd repositioned it to get a better grip on the sheath... I put the bayonet away for a few days after cleaning up my thumb. The next time I took it out, I decided to see if it fit my PTR-91. It fit, but it wasn't quite right. The bayonet was crooked. I tried to straighten it and somehow hit the release button. The rifle was pointing straight up and was clamped between my knees. When I accidentally hit the release, the bayonet went straight up about 2 inches and flipped end over end. It stabbed my in the thigh and probably penetrated about 3/8". It bled a LOT and for a LONG time. Since this one blade had drawn blood on my twice, I decided that I needed to thoroughly clean and oil the blade. I had just finished cleaning it and put it down to go and fetch some vaseline. My brother walked by and I guess bumped the handle that was hanging slightly over the edge of the counter... I got the vaseline and was walking past the bayonet to get a paper towel when my arm brushed the tip of the blade. That knife has been in its sheath ever since. I'm convinced it's out to get me.
Picturing you hitting the release and the bayonet coming after you just gave me a great laugh. I have purposely used knives for things they weren't made for when in a pinch, figuring ultimately it is a tool, but some of you guys have some real idiot friends.
kitchen knives are a pet peeve of mine, I cannot even count the number of times I've tried helping people understand proper use and care. I have fairly good knives, mostly Forschner. I always keep them sharp. A couple of things that have driven me crazy though. first, my uncle who IS a knife guy takes them to sharpen for me, manages to round the tip of every single f*#&ing knife!! I was pissed, he subsequently was pissed at my pissedness and doesn't sharpen my knives any more. (I was amazed, since his knives are always fabulously sharp, I think he just used wrong technique on his electric, which he doesn't use any more. interestingly enough I use it now lots for kitchen knives, but technique must be better).
We had a house guest for about 5 months recently, I found one of my kitchen knives in the sink and had my wife explain to her that it's not how we treat my knives etc. Well it happened a couple more times, with my 8" and 10" chef (the 10" my wife knows she is never to use, I keep it super sharp and it is just for me). I was PISSED, I mean Uber pissed, like bury her in the back yard mad. I took the 8&10 and put them in my sock drawer for three months till she moved out. The 6" is a tramontina that is pretty tough and I don't care much about getting messed up.
I had the same as a lot of you, handed a 6" bladed hunting knife freshly sharpened to a buddy who for no explainable reason ran it right across his palm to test the sharpness. Tard.
I've always had an obsession with blades. I have a scar on the back of each hand (1/4" on one hand, shrunken over the years, and 1.5" on the other hand) that not even my mom remembers how I got. I almost took my thumb off at about 5 when I tried opening a folder which closed on said thumb. almost took the tip of left index finger off with a rambo knife when I was about 10 cutting s*#t in my fort and looked away during a chop. lucky the knife wasn't super sharp and my nail was there to slow it down. went right through the nail which grew funny for months before things healed up right.
I stabbed myself in the knuckle saturday. I picked up a knew buck pocket knife at hardware store (found out it was only $10 because it was made in china, but it's a good tiny size which is what I wanted). I had it in the Lansky sharpener sitting on the bench waiting for me to sharpen it. I was cleaning things up and had just put something away in the drawers behind it and my arm was returning to my side when I felt pain, yeah the tip was up and stabbed right into my knuckle. Idiot mistake. nice reminder that even after all my time playing with knives I need to be careful.
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