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.