Stupid people can do stupid things.

I actually went out and bought the tanto point a week after that. I gave my dad the drop point and carry then new one now myself
Why did you give your dad the drop point? Did you change your mind about the type of blade you wanted or did you just want a new knife?

One of the most impressive tantos on the market is the Cold Steel Voyager, especially the extra large version. I was screwing around with it a couple of months ago and accidentally hit the blade lock. The blade, which is pretty heavy, free fell well past the 90° mark and continued on to slice my index finger joint. It bled like a stuck pig and my finger still looks bent with the swelling on top. Very embarrassing! Don't know if it will heal right or not, but I can't blame the knife (though I don't like the position of the lock). The tanto version is noticeably heavier than the clip point and the Vaquero. It's not a flat grind like the other two, but has a heavy spine with a beautiful hollow grind. Lucky it didn't do more damage than it did! Still, I recommend it highly! :cool:

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The CS Tanto (top) and Vaquero. Note the strong spine of the Tanto and
the hollow ground blade.



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You'll be surprised by the strength of the knife if it's not too heavy for you.
Speaking of weight, you'll also be surprised at what a great chopper it is!
 
Love reading these stories. To put my own addendum onto the popular notation - You can't fix stupid...but you may have to stitch it shut every once in awhile...
 
i had a friend that tried to sharpen my high quality fixed blades by running the edge across the spine of the other knives not sure were he learned that
 
I had a friend back in the Boy Scouts whose right hand was just a lacework of interconnected small scars. You see, on camping trips and over summer camps, we'd all get to whittling now and again, and for whatever reason, this guy just absolutely could not manage to whittle a stroke without cutting himself. Since he was left-handed, he spent every day of every summer camp after the first with at least a couple of band-aids on his right hand. Didn't matter if it was little SAKs or Buck knock-offs or what, he'd find a way to slice himself open. He'd had all the same knife safety lessons as the rest of us, too! I still don't quite understand it.

My last two girlfriends have both been afraid of knives, as they describe it. I've tried to cure them of it if only so they're less jumpy and less likely to cut themselves on kitchen knives, but it never really takes. I mean, I cut myself from time to time, sure, but rarely badly and only when I'm not paying attention. I've seen people working in a kitchen slowly, carefully, methodically line up a slice on an onion without realizing their thumb is in the line of the blade.

I've also asked my girlfriend over and over not to wash knives in the sink with the rest of the dishes, and to clean them and dry them and put them away immediately after use. In one ear and out the other. I don't really even blame her, though; in my experience a lot more people DON'T learn how to respect and care for their tools as kids than do, and it's hard to learn that stuff once you're an adult with bad habits.

Man, who even knows.
 
I actually order the tanto form of the vulcan a week after this incident when I thought I had lost the knife. The clip caught on something and dropped out of my pocket in the law school library. Someone turned it in the next day but after I had ordered the new one already. I gave the drop point to my dad for his birthday since he liked it so much.
 
I was working in a restaurant, and I had to refill a shaker of parmigiana cheese. Now the refills are in a cardboard tube with a plastic top and take forever to pour out unless you make a bigger hole at the top.

I had just started edcing my sebenza so it was still pretty sharp. So I proceed to cut a hole at the top, and I made sure to cut away from my body. Didn't seem to make a difference cause in my sawing action I managed to pierce my middle finger, cause the knife went straight through the cardboard, right to where I was holding the tube.

I tell ya it burned like something else, But I wasn't bleeding too badly, and I have a first aid kit in my wallet so I managed to diffuse the situation rather quickly.
 
I was working in a restaurant, and I had to refill a shaker of parmigiana cheese. Now the refills are in a cardboard tube with a plastic top and take forever to pour out unless you make a bigger hole at the top.

I had just started edcing my sebenza so it was still pretty sharp. So I proceed to cut a hole at the top, and I made sure to cut away from my body. Didn't seem to make a difference cause in my sawing action I managed to pierce my middle finger, cause the knife went straight through the cardboard, right to where I was holding the tube.

I tell ya it burned like something else, But I wasn't bleeding too badly, and I have a first aid kit in my wallet so I managed to diffuse the situation rather quickly.

Had something similar happen to me. I wanted to use my freshly sharpened Buck Vantage Pro to open up a 24 can pack of Coca Cola. Unlike you I did not cut my finger that time, but I managed to slice a hole in 3 adjoining cans. The result was that I had to spent quite some time on cleaning the garage. Stickyness everywhere.
 
Had something similar happen to me. I wanted to use my freshly sharpened Buck Vantage Pro to open up a 24 can pack of Coca Cola. Unlike you I did not cut my finger that time, but I managed to slice a hole in 3 adjoining cans. The result was that I had to spent quite some time on cleaning the garage. Stickyness everywhere.

Haha. I did that less than a week ago... It was just one can though, thankfully.
 
i had a friend that tried to sharpen my high quality fixed blades by running the edge across the spine of the other knives not sure were he learned that

I have seen alot of "chefs"well more like cooks who think they are chefs do this, works ok to keep your blade going in the middle of your shift when you dont have time to grab the diamond stick


I have three quick stories for you. When I was younger 11-12, handed my buddy my Buck 110, he was going to start skining the rabbits we had shot. He sorta flicked the blade open, and gave it a bit to much ompf.Fell out of his hand,and ofcourse I tried to catch it, and well now I have a good inch scar on the palm of my hand.

When I was 17ish, I had a S&W HRT that nice black dagger. It was sittin on the coffe table in the sheath.Guy who used to be my friend seen a spider running accross the tile floor, so he grabs the knife and starts to try to stab it, I'm yelling WTF are you doin, after the third stab in to the tile I kicked that stupid SOB right between the eyes as hard as I could. About a week later when the swelling went down and he could see I made him replace it with a new one.I still have the replacement, but my pup ate the leather sheath:-(

Lastly, the other night I was out, had some beers. Was hangin out after bar closed, dude was handing out cigars. We had to cut the tips off to smoke'm. 1992 Rocky Patel's. Anyways I had the only knife, the liner lock was all messed up and I was wainting for it replacement via Amazon. Anyways the lock got stuck so I couldnt get it to close, so I stuck it in my hoddie pocket. Well hour later was walking home reached in there to grab my keys, cut my left pointer, not more than a 1/4 inch length n just barley threw the skin, but do to my drunken state I bleed like pig, blood all over the door way of my building,the stairs,I stumbled in the hall way, stuck out the cut hand to the wall, was so bloddy I sliped and smeared it all over the place, finaly go to my apartment door, bleeding all over the place,all over my door. I open it and my white dog jumps up to say high, now he's got blood all over him. I get to the bathroom and get tp on it, but not with out it getin EVERY where. I pass out like 430 am ish. About 6am Thers bangin on my door, It the Police! I open the door, dog still "covered" in blood starts barkin, I see them put hand on gun, I slam door shut,It auto locks, Now the cops are trying to kick in my door while I'm putting my blood coverd pitbull in his kennel. I go back and reopen the door, and get pinned to the floor. After being handcufed and taken out to there car, and every one calms down, the police come to the conclusion I am just a drunken Idiot.
 
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When i started to collect Spydies i had a few dorks around that i wouldnt call friends today, i remember clearly when i brought a Q to school and showed it to one of these dorks, he asked how sharp it was and i answered that the edge was quite thick and it didnt shaved yet, he walked away hiding the knife and went to ask to a slightly retarded guy to put his hand in front of him then the dork just sliced the area between thumb and index finger on the back of his hand then he walked to me and said its damn sharp whoa.
I didnt see that coming...

Another day i showed my 440v Native to a goth girl she then expressed a strong interest about the edge which i just sharpened, thinking she wouldnt do what the dork above did i gave it to her, then she just pulled her forearm and did the nastiest self inflicted wound i ever saw, needless to say she needed stiches and she bled like a pig...As a matter of explanation she said being used to do that with her old boxcutter but was surprised how sharper my Native was...

Needless to say that i dont lend nor even show knives to morons anymore.

Oh wait i got another dork story, around the same time of the previous events i sold an ats 55 serrated Police to a friend thee days ago or so he draws his Police to show me the blade snapped in half right at the start of the swedge. I was like WTF dude i thought you knew it wasnt a crow bar.
He then explained me he drew the knife to show to one of his "friends" that dork stabbed a wooden bench and said if its a good knife it will handle NP, then he pried the knife and obviously it snapped...
He didnt even get a refund i dont know why, he was like "shit happens".
 
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