Your most memorable self inflicted cut.

Don't remember exactly how old I was so I'll say 12. I was told to go out in the garden and cut up the old dry cornstalks with our garden knife so we could rototill them under easier. The garden knife was this old ulgy four inch blade with a lot of rust and dirt and a cork handle wrapped in duct tape. Not good enough for me!

I went and got my dad's yellow handled fishing knife with a nice slender blade and proceeded to sharpen it within an inch of its life. (I don't know why but I can really put an edge on a knife when I'm not doing what I've been told to...)

That was working really well and the next thing you know, you guessed it, I'm goofing off and being stupid and playing "machete" with dad's fishing knife. Well, I got down to the end of the corn stalk and got too close to my right thumb. (I was holding the corn stalk like a bat but with my thumb extended.) I took off a nice little chunk of meat. I remember the the skin being so white as it surrounded a porterhouse steak red circle about 3/16th of an inch long by about an 1/8 inch wide. Didn't hurt.

Well, I grabbed my thumb in a death grip and headed inside to wash it. Must have grabbged it good because I didn't trail blood into the house. When I stuck it under the water though - oh, my! :o

I guess this falls into the stupid category... ;)
 
-I had a Vic Solider
-I was 12
-I was cutting cardboard torwards my leg
-Stabbed the whole large blade into the inner thigh
-Then I pulled it out... Blood puddles
 
My story could be quite lengthy if I provide all the details, so I will condense it. It would DEFINITELY fall under MOST embarassing:

Several years ago I purchased an SOG Trident bowie at a nearby show.

When I got home, I was admiring my purchases at my kitchen table and prior to putting the knives away, I washed and dried my hands and was holding the bowie by the phenolic part of the handle, between my thumb and forefinger, tip down, while I wiped the knife clean with a rag.

My hand was JUST slippery enough to have the knife pop out from between my thumb and forefinger, ricochet off the edge of my table and stick into the side of my knee.

I knew the cut was bad as it felt like the point of the knife struck the bone prior to it falling to the floor from the weight of the knife.

I was wearing a fairly new pair of Levi's which the knife went through like paper! I was afraid to take the pants off right away to see the damage, so I quickly made a tourniquet from a belt and put the leg up in the air with ice on it.

That resulted in 7 stitches, many questions at the hospital and MUCH embarassment!

Peter
 
When I was 13 or so my friend's dad took me and him and his brother to see the heavy metal band The Scorpions. We thought it'd be cool to wear cut-up t-shirts, so standing in his bathroom, we took out our knives and started cutting. Going, I guess, for authenticity, I proceeded to jab myself in the belly pretty good. Talk about feeling stupid! :o
 
I tried to catch a falling knife..... it cut off the tip of my thumb (it grew back) and stuck into the side of my bare foot. Took 5 staples to close that wound. Gave me a cool scar though.
 
I have a thing for cheap knives. I would buy an entire box of those Chinese pocket knives with the eagle on the scales. They cost $1 apiece if I bought a bunch of them. They have a plastic pocket clip on them. The clip busted off one of them and I decided I wanted to remove the stump of the clip that was left on the knife. I calculated I could cut it off with a utility knife. One of those with the replaceable razor blade. dumb..dumb...dumb. The utility knife slipped and I put a gash on the top of my knuckle. I could see bone and blood was spurting. Off to the E.R. where the nurse who first saw me figured that it was a simple cut. When she took the compression bandage, that I had used, off, the blood shot out. She just said, "maybe I should get a doctor." The doc was great. I was leaving for Alaska in a few days and he set me up with a suture kit for my first aid supplies. I guess he figured if I was dumb enough to do this, who knew what other mess I could put myself in. I will look for the pictures that I took. They are those kind of hero shots that look 100 times worse than the real thing.
 
I'd say sharpening my 10yr old machete razor sharp then while cleaning it with WD40(edge pointed towards my hand) and my hand slipped an blade almost chopped off my index finger. :foot:
 
I was splitting up some kindling outside with my Condor Bush Knife and went to tap it into a piece that had frozen sap in it. The blade didn't stick and rolled to the side, nicking my finger pretty deeply. The thing that makes it memorable is that while you can still see where the cut was I don't have a scar. My fingerprints just don't quite line up anymore. :D
 
In my younger and "less wise" days I was trying to saw through a lock with a full serrated Blackie Collins knife (I don't remember the model name). Anyway, the knife wasn't working very well on the case hardended shackle, so I increased the pressure on the blade. Well, the knife slipped of course and and cut a nice gash in my left index finger.

I didn't need stiches (at least I never got any), but after all these years, I can still find the scar. :o
 
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I've only cut myself bad enough for stitches a couple of times and neither was with a pocket knife. First was when I was about 14 using a crosscut bow saw in january. My hands were extremely cold and I wasn't paying attention. Without realizing it the saw blade had slipped from the cut and was on my hand...I about took a couple of fingers off. Next bad cut was with a box cutter. I spent some years laying carpet and I used a box cutter to cut in the carpet. I would cut the close and shove it in my back pocket. Well one time I didn't get it closed and cut my butt cheek pretty good when I pulled it back out...lol.

I was taught from an early age that a knife can and will hurt you...just didn't take that lesson to heart with other edged tools.
 
I decided I was going to whittle a ball and cage. I sharpened up my old 70's Schrade Old Timer, a large stockman. I discovered you could push that spay blade and remove wood like a chisel. I also discovered that that blade can easily fold up and slice open your finger pretty well. I got 4 stitches in my finger. Then I discovered that the Byrd Robin could remove micro thin slices of wood like a champ. It has a small handle and can create a blister in your palm. i bought a Byrd Meadowlark and used that on my 3rd ball and cage. It did a fantastic job. You can keep it nice and sharp with a strop.
 
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prolly not eligible. This was a glass door that bit me.

Most memorable was still good, half drunk after shaving with a straight razor(smart right) the wife needs a blister pack open. I actually didn't have a blade besides teh razor so I used it. Laid my palm open about 3". I stitched it myself right then. I don't even have a scar.
 
My most memorable, well, technically it wasn't a knife. It was a SWORD.

It was a style of Katana with no guard that looks like a stick (ever seen the classic film Zatoichi?). My hand slipped up off the handle and cut the inside of my index finger to the bone. Scar's still there today.

My grandfather had a cautionary tale too, that I will repeat since he is no longer with us. When he was a boy scout, he learned the hard way to never use a knife where the path of the blade can cross your body. He had a piece of wood on this thigh that was was carving, hit a knot and took a chunk of out his knee. He grew up, fought in WWII, settled down, and the scar was still there in his 70s.
 
Not that long ago, I was very excited by having bought my first Sebenza. So I took of the side plate... with the knife in the close position. I cut off the tip of my right right finger and slashed my pinky a good one. Only took a few stitches to tack the tip of my pinky back down, but the ring finger just didn't have it's tip any more. I had to wear these finger protectors until I regrew skin across it.

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I was hiking in the woods with my new Buck 560 (I was like...10) and was just slashing through some brush and gouged my thigh somehow. It was a super clean cut, I remember, maybe an inch across, and quite deep, maybe half an inch deep. It bled like crazy, but I held my jeans on it and it stopped bleeding on its own. Didn't need stitches or anything. No scar even. No one ever found out about it until now (I hid this secret very well for fear of losing my first decent knife).
 
When I was stupid I used to keep my fixed blades dangling looped on a belt in my closet. My only Mora has a simple friction sheath, and I ran in to the belt. Out flied the Mora, reflex kicked in, and next thing I know my index finger was slashed open. Ouch.
My worst cut came from a combination of a bone saw and scalpel, and runs parralel to my sternum, but that's a different story.
 
When I was six or seven I was whittling on my back porch with a $7 walmart folder that slipped.... right into my leg under the kneecap (don't ask how, I have no idea). It went in deep enough for me to get up and walk into the house to find my mom (an ER nurse) with the knife still sticking in my leg.
She took one look at it and told me that we should go to the emergency room, but she had enough to fix it up at home.... Dermabond (for those that don't know this stuff, it's purple medical superglue, know it, love it.) She patched me up and I called that particular knife the 'scary knife' for the next few years.


The first time I shaved with my Dovo straight razor was also pretty memorable, I carved my face up like a paper snowflake. School the next day was interesting.
 
The worst cut Ive had so far was when I slit my thumb knuckle open with a balisong. Nothing major but it was to the bone and it swelled up to look like I was hiding a gum ball under my skin.
The time that should have been the worst. I was using a razor sharp 18" machete making a trail. I was using a 1.5" thick stick as a blade stop so if the machete cut through the bushes with too much momentum the stick would stop it. I ended up cutting through a bunch of leaves that I though a thicker branch was under and the machete sailed through both the leaves and my stick. The blade bounced off my knee with so much force that I thought I would lose my leg. Turns out it didnt even cut my pants. Still cant figure that 1 out.
 
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