Worst Injury from your knife?

I spilt the top 1/4" of my left ringfinger while hiking in the far north national park in Sweden (Sarek). 3 days walk from any kind of settlements I had to tape my finger together myself.

Why do it yourself someone might wonder? Well, my brother cant stand the sight of blood and my father cant see anything close at all. So guess what, I stand there and tape my split finger together myself. I have nice little scar and I cant feel the tip of my finger since then, 5 years ago.

It was done with a custom made fixed knife, made by my father. I gave that knife back to him and he gave me another one.

//Jay
 
I cut my left pinky finger with my first knife, a Swiss Army knife by Wenger (the deluxe version, I think, it was pretty thick across and had a lot of accessories(.

I was in the States and living with my uncle. I was seeing how sharp it was when I applied some downward pressure. Not realizing how sharp it is, it bit into me.

It was my first folder/knife in the States. Too bad it got "confiscated" when I was attending SOI in Camp Pendleton, and when I finished training and asked the corporal who took it to return it to me, he gave me another one and said that was what I gave him. Go figure.

I still miss that knife......
 
I had my katana leaning against the countertop in the scabbard but it wasnt locked in. My dog came over and knocked it over and I grabbed it. Unfortunately I grabbed the blade and cut 1 inch into the webbing between my thumb and forefinger. My fiance turned and looked at me with a horrified expression :eek: as my blood was pouring out. My response - "Ummm I think I got a problem." :D
 
I slit my right thumb open on my Shadow IV when it was in the old style sheath. I put the knife on my right side, "usually rides on the left" any way it slipped out a bit and I didn't realize it. So I'm driving and I reach down to check my blade and I feel something wet, it was my new flip top thumb because the blade was facing forward.

Live and learn
Helle
 
The worst injury I have done happened a month ago. I was cutting up a cardboard box and slipped :foot: I cut my finger badly and thought, hum this cut might need stitches so off I went to A and E. They discovered that I had cut half way through a tendon :eek: and so it had to be sewn back together. I can now only just about properly make a fist :(

The most annoying thing is that it was not one of my really sharp Spyderco's but a horrible old Gerber :rolleyes:
 
My worst knive injury came when I was about ten working on a model car. I was using a plain old x-acto knife to trim the plastic tags off some of the pieces, when it slipped and put about a 1 inch cut right above the nail on my left pointer finger. It was a perfectly clean cut and didn't hurt at all. I didn't even notice I was cut until I looked down and saw blood dripping on my model. Never went to the er, but I now have a nice little scar on my finger to remind me.

Second worst injury was about two weeks ago. I was opening an old Kabar folder I found in my grandfathers possessions, and it was a little rusty and stuck, so I was trying to get the blade open, and it slipped and put a cut on the knuckle of my right thumb. Hurt like the dickens.
 
Geez... you guys need to cut back on the coffee.

I cut myself badly once, 20 years ago, at the ago of 10. I was trying to sharpen a knife. I developed a profound respect for blades. No more bad cuts.:thumbup:
 
High School: A friend gave me a Giant "Daniel Boone" knife- I came back from a High school football game full of cheap beer & tried to show my mom my new knife (need to understand that the drinking age for beer then was 18) dropped it & tried to grab it- knocked a BIG cut on my finger- got laughed at by my mother & went off to bed.
Another stupid High School trick- tried to impress the GF & her friends by pretending to cut off my thumb w/ a Buck 110. Missed & opened up a thumb. Instant Asshole. Thought I had learned my lesson.

Recently a friend of mine (Navy Helicopter pilot & former Rugby player) was sitting in the bar where I work on some weekends & he hadn't been home long- he asked me a stupid question: "What's the capitol of Thailand" and like an asshole, I said: "Bangkok". At which point he punched me square in the hoolies. I knew better (old Rugby joke). I fell for it. Staggered me. But I had to keep working. I owed him. After the bar closed, we all went back to his house. Lots of folks had come over- & he had met a young lady & went upstairs (the Mac-Daddy that he is). As the sun was coming up, some folks were still hanging out out back & chatting & I was taking the plastic off of a bottle cap & cut the holy crap out of one finger w/ Spyderco Millie (found out later I needed at least 3 stitches) & then went about bleeding copiously all over his deck, laundry room & kitchen- all on purpose. I chased an ant across the barbecue grill (and drowned a couple). Looked as if someone had been murdered. Next day, another friend (another Navy Pilot & friend of our "host") told Bill (ball-punching pilot) that there was a huge punch-up/brawl and that some folks were hauled off to the pokey & that the Police would be back soon to get his story- something about lawsuits & underage drinkers...

He will never punch anyone in the Balls again.
 
Brand new temperance, took it hunting, about three miles in the woods -30c. I shot a nice little four point. I thought what a perfect time to try out my new knife - man the knife unzipped that deer from chin to tail in one go. Totally impressed with its sharpness and working against time and cold, I was running up the inside of the hind quarter when I encountered a little resistance at the deers knee joint. Instead of backing off I put about fifty pounds of pressure behind the blade - cleared the joint and buried it, through three layers of clothing into the muscle above my knee. The hour it took to hike over windfalls, snow and rock with a half severed muscle and a boot full of blood, gives you time to ponder your existance.
Lesson? Maybe something about using your trusty old 'not so sharp' folder and taking your time...
 
I've gotten it pretty good a couple of times.
Once, my girlfriend at the time was holding a very sharp italian switch blade of mine, i asked her to hand it to me. She couldnt figure out how to close it, so of course its open. So shes holding it at about waist level pointed at me, i go to grab the handle, and she pulls it back for some unknown reason. So i grab the blade and it gives me a real nice cut on my left thumb. About an inch long, almost took the tip off. Ended up bleeding for about a hour. Still dont have full feeling in it. That was about 3 years ago.
Number two, I was about 12. My uncle had fiven me a Swiss army knife for christmas. It had a 3.5 inch fully serated balde and no guard. So of course my hand slips on it and i get 5 stitches on my right index finger between the first and second joint. Had a splint for 2 weeks, its fine now, used to hurt when it was real cold outside. Oldly my dad had the same scar in the same place from when we was 12, carving his christmas turkey.
 
About age 9-10 cutting open a golf ball with a hunting knife and opened my thumb up but good. Months later I was throwing the same knife up in the air to see if it would stick in the ground. It came down and smashed out the drivers side window in my friends parents car! It was his older brothers knife, an old Buck 119 or something. As a teenager, I had a switch blade, nice one too with bone grips. Anyway, three of us were drunk,stoned out of our minds and decided to throw it between each others feet into the ground. These guys were being a little too wimpy for my standards, so I told them that I would show them how to do it.:D I grabbed the knife, wound up, and nailed it straight down between my buddy Steves feet. Or at least I thought I did. We all stood there staring for a second before Steve started jumping and screaming with a switchblade buried in his foot! Off to the emergency room and the nurses mysteriously could not locate my switch blade when I asked were it was.:D
 
Yesterday i bought a brand new SOG flash II folder. Took it out of the box when i got in the car, put it in my pocket, drove to my friends house. Showed my friends brother the new little folder i got. He attempted to close it one handed and closed it on his pinky finger. Pretty deep cut but his finger nail stoped it from going deeper. You know its a sharp knife when it draws blood in the first half hour of owning it.
 
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