What is the most ignorant or foolish thing you've done with a khuk, other knife, or

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Yvsa

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other sharp tool such as an axe, hatchet, adze, or similar. You can even use farm implements and equipement such as plows, harrows, disks, pitchforks, potato forks, rakes and the like. I'm sure y'all get the drift by now.;)

Let's take the question way back, for some of us, to say six years old.:)

I'm not sure this has been brought up before, but if it has please overlook it.
My memory isn't worth a flip any more.:rolleyes: :( :o

I've got to get ready to eat or I would start things off. Just have to try and recall the order in which they happened.:p ;)

Well, just a quick one..... When I was in my early teens, 13 - 15 was when I really got into throwing knives. I would throw as close to things as I could to just see how close I could get without hitting them.
One day I was in our front yard throwing as close as I could at the extension cord that ran from Grandpa and Grandma's house next door that supplied our trailer house with electric.
I was getting really close and should've stopped at that, but hell no I had to keep at it until one throw cut it cleanly in two.
Besides that I was using Mom's favorite butcher knife.
Needless to say it didn't take me long to find some electrical tape and fix it.
I never told and I don't think anyone ever noticed, got lucky that time.:D
 
Let's see.
I think the dumbest was a few years after getting my driver's license, my car wouldn't start because of residue on the battery cable. I didn't have a battery brush with me, so I stuck my Benchmade into the soft lead connector so it touched the negative post.
Then I tried to start the car.
It didn't work. The knife sparked and was flung to the cement floor, with a big chip in the point where the electricity had hit. :)
Luckily I didn't fry the battery or the alternator.
I replaced the cables after that.
 
My one all-time great injury was a knife into my thigh to the bone when I was 16. I had it in my hand along with other things that I was trying to carry at the same time. I lost my grip, and instead of getting out of the way I tried to catch it. My hand caught up with it just in time to smack the back end of it on in. Could have been lots worse--it was very very sharp.
Funny thing, my mind immediately turned to the question: "Is it bad enough that I need to tell my parents?" Unfortunately, it was. Didn't really hurt until it was stitched and I tried to walk... :rolleyes:
 
When I was about 11 or 12 I was given a really good knife and hatchet for X-mas seeing as how there wasn't a Tomahawk to be found back then.
I learned first off to be careful of the rebound when throwing a knife at a tree.
One day it came right back at me and the point caught me right at the edge of my mouth on the left side.
I will never forget that!!!!
It really scared me as it could have just as easily been an eye.:rolleyes:

Then the other ignorant thing I did was to keep throwing a really good knife as they aren't tempered for that.
(That's a problem for kids not having a good role model to teach them how to use decent tools.:( )
One day when I was just beginning to think I might someday get good at throwing I threw the knife extra hard.
It hit the tree with a sickening twang and bounced off in two
pieces.:( :grumpy:

Originally posted by Bill Martino
Cut myself.
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That goes without saying.:p

I've cut myself countless times and I think the most ignorant way is by using the spey blade on a slipjoint 3 blade stockman as a Phillips Screwdriver. It seemed that no matter how many times I swore I wouldn't do that again the need always came up at a most inconvienent time and I told myself that I would be really, really careful.:rolleyes:
 
no knife problems, but if you want to talk about ice picks and scissors.Related sharp items

1. Decided to use an empty tuna can for an outside ashtray. Decided to poke a couple of holes in the bottom to let water drain. The ice pick wasn't cooperating, so what did DUMMY do? Placed my open hand across the top and slammed the can with the icepick in the middle of the bottom. Went right thru the can, my hand, ice pick protruding about 3 inches above my hand. Hmmmmmmmmmmm! Dumb move. Pulled it back out, put some peroxide on my hand . No problem since. I was lucky.

2. Going waaaaay back. Sitting on my bed, listening to the Lone Ranger on the radio, while cutting out Valentines for school. Got enthused with the galloping horses, slapped my leg, OF COURSE, I had the scissors in my hand. Put a good puncture into my leg, still have the scar today. Pulled the scissors out, walked down stairs to my Grandmother, who I was living with, no crying, just matter of fact, telling Grandma what I did. Quite a bit of blood, but Grandma dressed the wound and made it better.
:)
 
Still have a small white spot just above the left eye, which ended my curiosity about throwing knives at an early age. Two white ridges on the right palm. Uncle came back from Italy at the end of WWII with a souvenier double-edged dagger. Cousin was poking at me with it, so I took it away from him. Almost.
 
1. Cut off my cousin's fingertip with a dog nail-cutter (don't ask).

2. Tried to cut into a golf ball with an Xacto blade to see if it had one of those liquid centers. Made it most of the way before the blade slipped and cut an L-shaped flap along the side of my thumb. Boy did that bleed! 3 decades later, the scar is still there. I still don't know what's inside a golf ball.

3. After working on a bunch of models at school, threw all my stuff into my backpack and went home. Carrying the backpack in one hand as I ran up a hill, I felt a pain in my leg just above my knee. Another Xacto blade had partially cut it's way out of my backpack and into me as it bounced against my leg.

All of the above occurred before I made it to 7th grade, so I'm past the statute of limitations for stupidity ... right?;) :footinmou
 
I opened up the fleshy part of my palm below the thumb while field dressing a deer about three years ago. My hands were numb from the cold and I shoved the drop point of my knife about a half inch deep into my hand. It was one of those "anatomy lesson" cuts we discussed on another thread awhile back.

It was so cold out that the tape in my first aid kit wouldn't stick to my flesh, and I was bleeding profusely. I abandoned the deer, my rifle and my pack and headed back to the truck a half mile away.

When I got to the truck I managed to stem the bleeding by making a compression dressing using gauze and electrical tape from the toolbox wrapped around my hand about six times.

About four hours later - after I had the deer packed out, skinned and hung up at home - I went to the emergency room and got seven stitches.
 
Lemme see.. Other than cutting a deep ridge in the my bedroom ceiling of my parents house inn High school by swingin a sword about, there's the time I was operating a balisong drunk and had the wrong handle in my hand, started doin some freak stuff, the thing folded over the knnuckles, and viola! Anatomy lesson. Didja know that tendons are yellowish and stringy?

also, lets broach the subject with some okinawan weapons: I started getting powerful in college with sai, and took them down to the co-rec room with the heavy bag and mats. I took a nice folding backhand swing with a DULL sai, (has a tip bigger and rounder than most folks index fingers) and horizontally unzipped the leather casing, stuffing in the air and coming out...also clipped my ankles and skull a lot with the nunchaku and kusari (jointed wepons and chain weapons--they hurt)

Had an automatic knife, opened inn a cargo pocket on my leg, gave me a little jab. (ya get what ya pay for in the world of autos--the thing had a hair trigger.)

Age 13, cut myself on a broadhead during my first outdoor broadhead shoot. I was used to shooting field points, and I had this habit of extending my index finger of by bow hand. When I nocked the arrow and drew it back, I had the finger out, drew, and yow! Those are sharp. Cured me of the habit. Also, be advised not to shoot arrows at hard rubber targets like tires--they bounce right back, stabilize and come right atcha.

On the firearms side: We were in the National forest which in Indiana means you can carry and shoot guns. We were sitting round the fire, talking guns, and I was asked to show mine. Thinking safely, I drew the gun, ejected the clip--right into the fire. Everybody inhales like one person, and takes off. I quickly reach into the fire and pull it out (lucky the coal bed was young, or they woulda cooked off in seconds!)

Was cutting cheddar cheese block with a serrated and dull old steak knife. The blade skittered outta the cheese at an angle, across my fingers. It was like getting cut while someone rakes their nails down a chalkboard, but internal.

Last one, innvolving a hatpin: Had a model ariplane hung by fishing line from my bedrooom ceiling, held in place by a big ol' hatpin looking thing. mustve been 5-6 inches long. well, I got lazy when i wante to move the plane, so I jsut gave the line a yank--zoing! The pin stuck into my finger lengthwise about 1/2 inch.

Luckily, by the time I got onto khuks, I had become much safer with such things. I've seen the accidents those can be involved in...

Well, dont wanna hog all the space...Next!

Keith
 
its funny even after playing with really huge knives and swords, the only cuts I have ever managed were a boxcutter across my shin which started bleeding profusely last year, (I didnt know boxcutters could do such damange, a 2 inch wound?!) and when I was about 8 years old, slipped a kitchen knife one my index finger when cutting an apple. Didnt hurt one bit though, just wondered what all that blood was.
 
I have a beauty of a scar on my left knee from when a Cold Steel khukuri got away from me while chopping at a stump. The blade glanced off the edge of the stump and straight into my knee! :eek:

I'm lucky it wasn't a HI, otherwise I bet it would have gone right through my kneecap! :eek:

(the Cold Steel hardly weights a thing, compared to the substantial weight of a HI)
 
OK here goes Yvsa. I was 12 years old if i remember right, fooling around with half a parang blade that broke a few months ago. Wrapped the bottom half with bicycle tyre inner tube rubber and made myself a throwing knife. Start throwing the monstrosity at a coconut tree. Doesnt stick so i throw harder. Bounces off a side and lands with a clang into the cement flooring in my neighbours yard. Neighbour comes out just as i am retrieving it from a drain. Her shock is plain as she faces this little ruffian with a wicked knife in the hand. I am over the fence like a scalded monkey before the scream dies away and spend the rest of the day hiding in my bedroom pretending to be sick and wondering when the cops will show up...

My brother, who saw the whole thing usually brings up this tale at family gatherings. I can now laugh at the whole sorry tale but i back then I swore i would do unspeakable things to him if he ratted me out.

Andrew Lim
 
About 12 months ago accidentally cut the arm off our lounge chair when practising iaido inside the house with a katana. When my wife arrived home she immediately knew I had done something when she saw the new rocking chair she had wanted for about ten years waiting at the doorway. I tried to explain how the lounge chair had jumped out and attacked me, but she wouldn't listen and wasn't convinced - hard woman. Damn, if only I hadn't bought the rocking chair she would never have noticed. :(
 
1.) About 5 years ago (25 at the time :rolleyes: ) I was cutting electrical tape with the serrated blade on my Leatherman Supertool, placed it on a shelf about shoulder high - which it then fell of.

Being of lighting reflexes, and somewhat slower intellect, my hand shot out to catch it.

A Supertool looks really interesting embedded upright 5mm deep into the tip of your righthand ring finger. Even better (worse??) it then rotated under its own weight slicing its way out.

I now have a dented fingertip that leaves a clear patch in fingerprints :D

2.) This could have been bad - first time using my 18in AK & not used to its cutting power, took a big swing at a branch, sliced neatly through it, then cut through the branch I though was thick enough to act as a safety stop. Fortunatley the second branch deflected the blade so that the flat hit my thigh & not the edge :eek: Lesson learned big time
 
out in the wilderness with some mates, collecting firewood.

needed to split a 3 foot long log, so made a start and put a wedge in to hammer down with the back of a hatchet.

down about 2/3 the way, needed to put a bigger wedge back in the top. So as i'm pushing it in the guy hammering forgets to stop and buried the hatchet into my palm on the upstroke!

i was quite scared there cause i couldn't wiggle my fingers for a while!
 
Posted this once before:

Been collecting knives since age 9. Various cuts here and there teaches a very healthy respect for blades. Things happen though. Most entertaining self inflicted cut was when I was 16. Just bought, with some very hard earned money, a brand new Buck 110 Folding Hunter. My first knife with a locking blade on it, very cool. Took it home and was having a problem getting it to close. Action was too tight. I put some gun oil on it and was working it back and forth. Now I had been having to use some strength to close this thing. I was sitting on the couch, my dad was sitting in his chair reading the paper, looked over at me and said "Be careful with that, don't cut yourself". I looked back at him and said "Don't worry, I know what I'm doing". Then I closed hard on the blade, which the gun oil had loosened up real well, and chopped halfway through my finger to the bone. He didn't see it. I got up, said "I'll be back in a minute" went into the bathroom and opened the knife back up. Bad. Took about an hour for the bleeding to stop. Didn't want to tell anybody about it, so I butterfly bandaged the finger for a month. Still don't have any feeling in the top portion of that finger.

A year or so later, a good friend of mine came over to the house and I was showing him my knife collection. He picked up my WWII Garand bayonet. I said "be careful with that one, it's really sharp." He looked at me, grinned and tapped his palm with the blade. I don't know why, he was pretty sensible normally. Opened up a 4 inch gash diagonally across his palm. At least it wasn't deep. Bled a lot though.

Wolvesclaw
 
Originally posted by donutsrule
2. Tried to cut into a golf ball with an Xacto blade to see if it had one of those liquid centers. Made it most of the way before the blade slipped and cut an L-shaped flap along the side of my thumb. Boy did that bleed! 3 decades later, the scar is still there. I still don't know what's inside a golf ball.
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Just so you know...
What's inside a golf ball?

I broke one open once... it must have been an old cheapie. It was basically a ball of rubber bands, with a black rubber ball in the center, which when we cut that open, actually did have an oily liquid inside it.

Let's see. Other dumb things I've done.
When I was 10, I tried to pry open an aerator motor from a fish tank with a sharp, but cheap hunting knife. I sliced the second knuckle of my left index finger to the bone. My grandmother caught me before I could bandage it, and she to butterflied it.

I think the most embarrassing moment was when I took a date to a coffee shop and had to use the men's room. I was in the stall doing my business and decided to clean my nails with a Benchmade tanto folder. This is all fine and good. For some reason I don't close the blade, and when I buckle my pants up, they slip, and I stab myself in the thigh when I try to catch them.
About 1" deep, grazing muscle. I calmly packed it with paper towels and asked the proprietor for a bandaid. Played it cool that night, but told her a few weeks later when she asked where the cut came from.
 
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