Profiled, beveled and tried to HT a piece of mild steel ON PURPOSE, even though I knew better. Just stubborn, I guess. I still wonder what the neighbors thought about the weird dude next door in his driveway with a glowing hibachi, can of compressed air to make it hotter and a coffee-can full of olive oil. Guess what, it didn't work
Nasty scars on both forearms from reaching across a running belt to dunk a hot blade in the water-can. Both oopses happened within 24 hours... idiot, move the dunk-can! Or maybe pay attention... Those kind of abrasions take less than a second to happen, and weeks to heal.
Grinding wood, then steel without cleaning up behind the grinder... yup, done that too. The stench set off the smoke-alarm and woke up my then-girlfriend. I got chewed-out big-time.
Left the tip of a nearly-finished blade protruding ever-so-slightly from the narrow board it was clamped to... walked away to get a beverage or answer the phone... walked back and yup, you guessed it, another scar. Worst part is, this has happened at least three times.
Tasting steel on my own breath the morning after grinding. Joining the black-booger-club. AHEM respirators are much cheaper than lungs.
I've never ground a blade with gloves on, because I once watched my glove disappear into a wood-chipper I was operating; it got snagged on a branch. Thank God the glove was loose and didn't take my hand with it. You'd be calling me "Stumpy" now if that glove had been tight.
I am getting the impression that lighting yourself on fire and stabbing yourself are just a normal part of knife making.
Yeah, pretty much!
