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My uncle is a long time hunter and outdoorsman. He's used knives all his life and mostly he's had no problems. But he was using a slipjoint knife one day on some tough wood and was whittlin' away the bark, but at some point his blade became embedded in the wood, and when we extracted it, it was with enough force to snap the blade on his right index finger. Bled like a stuck pig. He should have been careful—very, very careful. He normally is. The wood was just a bit sticky that day and he was a bit slow.
Now had he had a locking knife, that wouldn't have happened. Me, I was much younger when the same thing happened to me. I was 16. My Boy Scout knife got stuck in my wood and while pulling the blade free it snapped back on me and sliced my thumb wide open. My parents took the knife away for awhile, but to this day I don't know why anyone would have a slipjoint when they could have a decent locking knife. I have a Case knife in my dresser drawer that my dad gave me years ago. It has two teeny blades and a genuine stag handle. The largest of the two blades is about as big as a tiny carnival knife my parents (who were NOT trying to kill me, BTW) gave me when I was 11. It was a cheap little fixed blade with a little leather sheath stitched up on the sides. Couldn't figure out what to use either blade for, except to cut dental floss when the container broke.
Now had he had a locking knife, that wouldn't have happened. Me, I was much younger when the same thing happened to me. I was 16. My Boy Scout knife got stuck in my wood and while pulling the blade free it snapped back on me and sliced my thumb wide open. My parents took the knife away for awhile, but to this day I don't know why anyone would have a slipjoint when they could have a decent locking knife. I have a Case knife in my dresser drawer that my dad gave me years ago. It has two teeny blades and a genuine stag handle. The largest of the two blades is about as big as a tiny carnival knife my parents (who were NOT trying to kill me, BTW) gave me when I was 11. It was a cheap little fixed blade with a little leather sheath stitched up on the sides. Couldn't figure out what to use either blade for, except to cut dental floss when the container broke.