Your most memorable self inflicted cut.

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I hope I am not the only one who learned the hard way that knives can do damage to their owner. Do you have a particular self slice story that stands out in your memory?

One of mine happened with my first knife. Somehow I managed to put a cut straight across my nose while trying to sharpen on an Arkansas stone. I don't know how I managed to do it. Have done worse, but that is the one that let me know, that these things can actually cut stuff.:o
 
when i was 7 my dad told me to watch the fire while we were camping. i started to whitle and ended up whilteing a chipout of my pinky
 
I snuck out of the house with someones pocket knife when I was 8 or 10 and went to cut a limb off a tree and cut my finger pretty good. It was pretty awkward going in and trying to explain that one.
 
Definitely when I was just starting to learn how to manipulate a Balisong. Everything was going just fine until I got a little overzealous and twirled the blade completely around my forefinger with the blade making a complete circular cut around it. Once this happened I lost grip on the knife and it fell right into the top of my bare foot. Stupid mistakes you make in the beginning. So a wicked cut around the forefinger and a nice chunk taken out of the top of my foot. Work sucked that week.
 
eeggh...My worst cut was pretty memorable....

I was given an old Gerber multitool by a Native American gentleman (no joke) in exchange for a walking stick I had made. He was visiting some mutual friends in Louisville and needed a place to do a sweat lodge ceremony, so my dad volunteered our farm...Which is a whole different story: sweat, chanting, peace pipe (a big deal, since I was like ten) and the whole shebang.

Anyway, back to my cut...The old Gerber multitools have a sliding mechanism on the handle that locks the handles into place. I had the knife open, the mechanism locked, and was trying to unlock it. My hand slipped off the handles and on to the knife blade, effectively severing the tip of my left index finger, including a piece of the nail...:barf: The wife of the mutual friend then proceeded to pick up the white, bloodless tip of my finger off the kitchen floor and drop it in front of me on the table, while I was in the process of trying not to pass out. :eek: Since my mom's a nurse, she of course made the executive decision that I'd "be fine," thus leading to a miserable evening for me, consisting of trying to hold my lifeblood in with a paper towel. My left index is still a little pointier than the right...:mad:
 
Well I was cutting trough some rubber cleats (they were old and she wanted to wear them or something) for my sister, she decided that she wanted to help so I gave her the fixed blade and I pulled out my spyderco para-military. I began with my para and I was making great progress until she said wow thats a sweet knife and I looked up. Next thing I know the blade finishes going through the rubber and goes on down my thumb, shaving the skin off the top, and the tip goes into my knuckle finally comeing to a rest. I grab a box of bandaids and go to the bathroom, once I wash off the cut I realize how bad it is so I grab a washcloth and wrap around my pointer finger applying a lot of pressure. I figure it would take a while to stop the bleeding so I put in a movie wait till its over and then I went into the bathroom to hurry and put 3 band aids on my pointer finger so I don't have to hold a washcloth on it.

here is a pic from a day or two later.
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Thinking I could spin a Super Karambit while watching TV.
A knife stuck in your wrist is a TERRIBLE feeling.:eek:
I don't spin knives now, and I realize I am not Filipino, Indonesian, or Bruce Lee.:D
 
Cut my 18 year old finger good while making a hotdog stick with a Buck 110 at a scenic spot near the beach on Oahu.

I was about to give up trying to stop the bleeding when a terrific nurse, also picknicking, came over and used one of her own bandages to patch me up and saved the day.

I've been married to an outstanding nurse, a different one, for 29 years now.

oregon
 
Sharpening a leathermen on some croc sticks and since there is no safety bar like on sahrpmaker, I slashed right into my left index finger, I hope the scar never goes away. This was two months ago.
 
stabman said:
Sounds like you're winning so far.:cool:
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I think this actually should be a contest.

Categories
a. Most damage
b. Most embarrassing
c. Dumbest
e. funniest
f. scariest

You get the idea. Just keep adding categories. I don't know who the judge/judges would be or what sort of prizes. Maybe good first aid kits or a SPOT gps locator beacon.
 
Well, unless somebody shows up who has a chain saw injury, I'm probably gonna "win" for "most damage" - or at least "most stitches." So I'll shoot for dumbest. Gerber Mark II (nasssty knife) slipped out of my hand and fell to the floor. Only a couple of problems with that: The way they're balanced, they tend to hit point-down. Second problem: Yup, you guessed it; my foot was kinda-sorta in between it and the floor. Ouch.
 
I had a sharp chisel to the hand a few years ago, which was pretty good.

My dad cut his hand with a chainsaw, chopped the top of his foot with an axe, and drove a nail into his palm with a nail gun. But when you work with your hands for 79 years (and still going), things like that happen.
 
Mine would be my most recent serious one. I was doing my Iron Chef impression in the kitchen with a new chefs knife and cut the tip of my thumb off. No stitches but they had to glue it back. I found it amusing but my wife freaked out.
 
A long time ago, when I was just learning about knives, I was sharpening a machete with some really dumb technique. Ended up slicing a thin patch off my fingertip. When it happened I shook my hand back and forth to help deal with the sudden wave of pain. Later I saw that I had speckled the wall with my own blood.
It's kind of a neat pattern, never saw the need to clean it off.
 
My wife and I decided we needed a big Plasma TV one evening, so off to the store we went. At the store we finally decided on a TV and got it out to the truck and I was cutting zip ties off the straps I had just bought to hold the TV in place on the ride home. I got to the last zip tie when the knife(a Kershaw Leek) slipped out from under the zip tie and sliced through the top of my right index finger. I saw bone and blood a decided I needed to get stitches. So we took the TV back in store and told them to hold it for us while I went to the Doc. 4 hours later(I hate ER's) I finally got to go back and pick up my new TV, lol, very memorable to say the least!

No wound pics but I'll show ya the scar
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I was actually aggravated at the wife for wiping the blood of my Leek., I wanted to keep it as a trophy! lol
 
When I was 8.
I was sharpening a little penknife on a whetstone.
It slipped and cut into the bone of my finger.

I wrapped my finger in a handkerchief.
My mother asked me what happened, "Oh nothing"

It did not hurt to start with, but I must have bruised the bone.
It hurt for a long time after.

I still have the scar 46 years later.
 
I was in my teens working in a factory, slicing a box apart with my large Opinel, the blade binded (stiction) in the dual layer cardboard and suddenly sliced free. Of course the first 2" of the knife tip went straight towards my inner forearm, plunging deep into it and cutting about 2" . The geyser of blood made both my two coworkers puke and then one fainted. I clamped that valley of blood tight with my palm while the old guy that ran the big machine lathe strolled over. He looked at it, snorted, AYUP BOY YOU GOT SOME CUT THERE! he drawled, taking time to light his cigar. THIS WILL FIX YA UP! He pulled off some duct tape, put some tarp plastic on it and taped it to my arm. The he picked up my knife, thumbed the edge , and said "ITS VERY SHARP, GOOD BOY!

9 stitches, it healed fast. I'll never forgot the old guy though, he seemed so proud that my knife was sharp, made him happy. Told me later his biggest beef was dull knives. :cool:
 
i was flipping a butterfly knife and next thing you know its sticking out of the top of my bare foot. i was 14 years old at the time and now im 21 and cant even find the scar, i remember just sitting there looking at it like it was some kind of magic trick
 
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