Dumbest? I was 18 and shaving wood for kindling. I somehow managed to cut the tip of my left index finger off. Sliced right through the fingernail. You could see the bone, but thankfully I'd just missed it. I picked the tip of my finger up, stuck it back on and wrapped it up. At first I was going to go to the ER, but the bleeding stopped and I decided it was either going reattach or not. There wasn't anything a doctor was going to be able to do. It healed fine, but I have no feeling in it. I think my guardian angel works overtime.
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What is the stupidest thing you have ever done with a knife?
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I was 17 and had a cheap (3$) springer,
tryed to trow it into a polster chair in my sisters room,
it went out of the open window, second floor,
and the man walking outside wasnt hit but he wasnt very polite also
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tryed to trow it into a polster chair in my sisters room,
it went out of the open window, second floor,
and the man walking outside wasnt hit but he wasnt very polite also
:grumpy:
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I once had my very sharp machete leaned up against something, and stepped down along the sharpened top edge with a bare foot. No stitches but a pretty good cut on my toe. I also stabbed a hay pitchfork through my foot as a child. No pain, but I got a tetanus shot. I rarely do stupid things with sharp stuff.
When I was younger I was trying to shave a stick with my SAK in the backyard. I got down to the end where their was a tiny peice of bark that I couldnt get off, so i decided to try and cut it towrd myself...I ended up slicing my ring finger about 1/2 inch down to the bone and it was bleeding everywhere. I went inside and put a butterfly bandaid and some neosporin on it. I probably should have got stiches but it turned out fine with a little bigger scar than if i had got stiches.
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And maybe you reached the "elderly" stage of your life, BY NOT DOING STUPID THINGS WITH KNIVES!znapschatz said:Strange as it seems, I can't remember ever doing anything stupid with a knife, at least, not enough to matter. Of course, I'm an elderly gentleman, so maybe it's just my memory that has gone stupid.
I have not had any truely serious accidents with knives, so I guess the stupidist thing I have done is buy several knives I later decided I didn't like at all. I have also payed too much in several cases, seeing the knives later fall in price or else offered for less by another seller.
Did that just this week. I ordered a knife on Monday, and then found an ad on Ebay on Tuesday for the same knife for about $23 less.
Did that just this week. I ordered a knife on Monday, and then found an ad on Ebay on Tuesday for the same knife for about $23 less.
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7 years old and had caught some bugs in a jar. Came inside to get Mom to poke holes in the lid but could not find her. So, even though I had been told not to, I grabbed a slim kitchen knife or ice pick (memory is vague) and proceeded to poke holes in the lid. Did not pay attention and slammed the knife/pick all the way through my hand - still remember seeing it go through and into the jar.
I was afraid of getting in trouble so I kept quiet and yanked it out myself. Got lucky and missed bones and tendons and it hardly bled at all. To this day (37 years old) I still have a small scar on the palm of my hand.
I was afraid of getting in trouble so I kept quiet and yanked it out myself. Got lucky and missed bones and tendons and it hardly bled at all. To this day (37 years old) I still have a small scar on the palm of my hand.
Several contestants were building a shelter together, and somebody stuck their face way too close to somebody's machete, and got a cut lip and a chipped tooth as a result. He was hit with the edge, not the spine. It looked like the guy using the machete was tapping on something using the spine as a hammer.
I don't know what appalled me more; the fact that the cutee would shove his kisser in close to a swinging machete, the fact that the guy using the machete would have continued whacking away with his friend trying to kiss the blade, or that fact thatthe [expletive deleted] blade was so bloody dull.
I [expletive deleted] hate that [expletive deleted] show. Only reason we were watching it was because my dad and stepmom were over and they follow it.
I don't know what appalled me more; the fact that the cutee would shove his kisser in close to a swinging machete, the fact that the guy using the machete would have continued whacking away with his friend trying to kiss the blade, or that fact thatthe [expletive deleted] blade was so bloody dull.
I [expletive deleted] hate that [expletive deleted] show. Only reason we were watching it was because my dad and stepmom were over and they follow it.
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Well, not that I haven't had any stupid knife stories of my own, but I will tell my friend's stupid story.
We both taught whitewater kayaking. She was in her boat, next to a student, teaching him the better parts of the eskimo roll. It was typical to have a pair of nose plugs dangling by a lanyard from your helmet. The student forgot his nose plugs.
My friend pulls her nose plug lanyard tight by pulling the plugs away from the helmet with her left hand - she whips out her Gerber Clip-Lock that is lashed to her PFD tab and aggressively slices the knife across the taut lanyard...
Oh, the lanyard severed all right, but so did tendons, nerves and blood vessels on her inner left wrist.
After nine months and two surgeries with a neurologist she managed to regain 90% mobility in her left hand.
I was much, much more careful with my river knife on the pfd after that. In fact, I ground the tip into something I could still punch thru a polyethylene kayak, but I lost the scalpel-sharp tip.
We both taught whitewater kayaking. She was in her boat, next to a student, teaching him the better parts of the eskimo roll. It was typical to have a pair of nose plugs dangling by a lanyard from your helmet. The student forgot his nose plugs.
My friend pulls her nose plug lanyard tight by pulling the plugs away from the helmet with her left hand - she whips out her Gerber Clip-Lock that is lashed to her PFD tab and aggressively slices the knife across the taut lanyard...
Oh, the lanyard severed all right, but so did tendons, nerves and blood vessels on her inner left wrist.
After nine months and two surgeries with a neurologist she managed to regain 90% mobility in her left hand.
I was much, much more careful with my river knife on the pfd after that. In fact, I ground the tip into something I could still punch thru a polyethylene kayak, but I lost the scalpel-sharp tip.
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Besided leting my friends use them for time to time, a long while back I was flipping a knife of mine from finger to finger and I lost control of it and put about 2" of the blade into my leg.
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Take a look @ my finger.... and draw your own conclusions. VERY STUPID!
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I had just finished sharpening my S&W boot knife and was putting it back in the sheath when my brother said something to me, so I turn to look at him. Well I miss the sheath and insted I end up putting the tip into the middle knuckle on my right hand. It wouldn't stop bleeding for a good 30 min even with pressure, I probably should have gotten stitches but it was 12:30 at night and I didn't feel like waking people up to drive me to the hospital. It left me with a distinctive scar though.
Well, mine aren't nearly as bad as some of y'all's, but here goes.
Once, when i was about 7, I was using my dad's Old Timer to cut a notch in an arrow, with his supervision. Since I was doing alright, he went inside for a minute to get something, and while he was gone, I managed to cut the back of my hand pretty good. I was holding the arrow upright in my left hand, braced against the porch deck, and cutting down with my right hand to notch out the arrow. I got a pretty good cut at the base of my thumb, on the back of my hand.
Skip ahead to when I was 12. It was Thanksgiving, and I was sitting out on the very same front porch, with my SAK I got just earlier that year, whittling a knife out of a piece of wood. I was using the double-cut saw blade to make a tough cut, and it slipped, and cut my left index finger in the area between the first and second knuckles. A nice, half-or-three-quarter-inch long cut, maybe an eight of an inch deep, and jagged. Bled like nobody's business and left a nasty (cool) scar. And just earlier that day, my brother had had to take my uncle to the E.R. from our house, because he had a small stroke.
I have never been to the E.R. because of my knives, and I hope never to get a cut serious enough to have to, though I'm sure I will.
Oh, and just the other night, I was sitting here at the computer playing with a folding knife with my left hand and looking at the screen, and closed it right up on the back of my thumb. Bled quite a bit for such a small cut.
Kyp
Once, when i was about 7, I was using my dad's Old Timer to cut a notch in an arrow, with his supervision. Since I was doing alright, he went inside for a minute to get something, and while he was gone, I managed to cut the back of my hand pretty good. I was holding the arrow upright in my left hand, braced against the porch deck, and cutting down with my right hand to notch out the arrow. I got a pretty good cut at the base of my thumb, on the back of my hand.
Skip ahead to when I was 12. It was Thanksgiving, and I was sitting out on the very same front porch, with my SAK I got just earlier that year, whittling a knife out of a piece of wood. I was using the double-cut saw blade to make a tough cut, and it slipped, and cut my left index finger in the area between the first and second knuckles. A nice, half-or-three-quarter-inch long cut, maybe an eight of an inch deep, and jagged. Bled like nobody's business and left a nasty (cool) scar. And just earlier that day, my brother had had to take my uncle to the E.R. from our house, because he had a small stroke.
I have never been to the E.R. because of my knives, and I hope never to get a cut serious enough to have to, though I'm sure I will.
Oh, and just the other night, I was sitting here at the computer playing with a folding knife with my left hand and looking at the screen, and closed it right up on the back of my thumb. Bled quite a bit for such a small cut.
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I threw my Zambezi at a hay bail, it bounced off, the tip landed on gravel and chipped.
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I stuck my ka bar impact warthog into my calf about 1/3 of an inch.No stiches though,I left it too long.Now I have a scar.
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Lent one to a friend, who just didn't understand. -john
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Don't remember how old I was, probably around 12. I was sitting on my front porch with my SAK, using the can opener claw to, for some reason I cannot recall, rip apart a soda can that I was holding. It slipped, I ripped open my palm from base of the pinky to the lower thumb pad. Used like 20 band-aids and made up some dumb excuse that my parents let me pretend they bought.
I also remember my dad using a cleaver to separate frozen hamburgers. "Ian, hand me a towel and then get in the car." Sliced his thumb open to the bone on the side of the knuckle, then drove himself to hospital with me sitting beside him going "daddy, why is that towel wrapped around your hand turning red?"
I also remember my dad using a cleaver to separate frozen hamburgers. "Ian, hand me a towel and then get in the car." Sliced his thumb open to the bone on the side of the knuckle, then drove himself to hospital with me sitting beside him going "daddy, why is that towel wrapped around your hand turning red?"