Knife Cuts (Accidental)

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I was about 12 years old. I had just gotten a new Case hunting knife for my birthday [1].

I had heard about rubber balls, wrapped with miles of rubber "string", being inside of golfballs. So I just had to cut a golfball open to check it out. I took the little ball outside and sat on the curb to begin whittling.

Yes, you can guess what happened next! I had whittled about half-way to the center of the golfball, when...slice! I cut my left middle finger badly, at the base of it where it meets the hand. Blood was seriously dripping from my finger as I ran into my house, yelling loudly. My dad drove me to the hospital and I had to get 7 stitches in my finger. Not fun. I still have the scar.

Please add your own stories of getting cut by accident.

[1] the knife looked exactly like this one:
 

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Same age. A friend and his brother had a clubhouse they had built from shipping crates that was three "stories" tall.Scott and I had ditched Kent and were sitting in the top level on the trap door when Ken poked a hunting knife up through tha gap. I got the bright idea to hit it with a pair of channel locks and bend it over..I missed!My first stitches. I have a scar running most of the length of my forefinger.Boy was their mom mad lol
 
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Worst finger cut I had was about 30 years (I was an adult) and was using one of those Rapala Filet knives while pier fishing at North Myrtle Beach, SC. Don't remember what I was doing, drove myself to emergency room with finger wrapped in towel. A number of stitches to close the wound. Those filet knives are sharp!!
 
Those of us that use sharp tools daily, cuts are common and just part of the job. Right now I have 17 cuts on my forearms and hands from putting plugs in my pickup. Of all the cuts and impaling's that are so common, the only 2 I can recall is being impaled to the hilt by a Buck 110 and the other is when I tried to cut off a fan belt from a vehicle as the engine was turning. If the cut had been any worse, I would have had my friends pick my nose from then on.
 
I was about the same age maybe 10 or 11. I had won a 3in folder at the county fair. That I could only use when I was camping or fishing. Well that lasted about 30 seconds before it's was in my pocket constantly. Curiosity got the better of me one day and I just had to find out what was in the middle of a baseball. In the process of cutting thru the laces. The knife slips and get 4 stitches in my left index finger. I'm a slow learner because I've had 27 stitches in that finger. Not all from knives. I still have the knife and the scars.
 
When I was growing up, mom said a new knife wasn't really mine until I cut myself with it.

Only cut that got stitches, although others perhaps should have been (no insurance in those days), was a Case folding hunter that went shut on my finger while I was trying to dig a .38 bullet out of a fence post.
 
As I stated in earlier reply I have had a least a thousand cuts. Just my lifestyle. The only cut I received that HURT and hurt for years afterwards is when my thumb was folded downward to my palm, when I has a circular saw cut through both bone and flesh of my thumb knuckle. The kerf was still visible through the blood and meat scrapes. I cried down both pantlegs. For years afterwards there was still a dull ache. Several broken bones, and knocked out teeth did not hurt as bad as the day I got my thumbnail caught between the tool rest and grinding wheel of a bench grinder. My thumbnails was burned and ground away as well as the flesh under the nail. Hurt too bad to cuss.
 
Although my body is covered in various scars from a number of accidents/incidents, fortunately none of them are from knife wounds or anything quite so drastic. In fact, most of my scars don't even merit a story, as they can be summed up as simply; "I slipped/tripped and fell" for the most part, with the only variation being what I slipped on or tripped over and what I landed on.

Fortunately, I've always been extremely careful with knives since I've gotten some pretty ghastly scars from things that were less sharp/pointy, and didn't want to know what an accidental knife wound might look like when otherwise mundane accidents involving broken glass had left me needing stitches.
Sure, I've cut myself before, but only minor little cuts on my fingers which aren't worthy of mentioning. Boo-boos, as it were.

The closest thing to a real knife wound that I ever got was a shaving accident in which I got distracted by a commotion downstairs, slipped with the razor, and cut my upper lip open, leaving behind a little scar across my upper lip. Still, no big deal, didn't need stitches or anything.
 
I think I got more cuts and bled more after I purchased a karambit knife. Watched a few videos on how to present them and ended up buying 2 practice karambits amde out of plastic and very dull. Saved the price on bandaids alone.
 
The most recent cut that required attention came while attempting to re-sheathe a Becker BK14 in a horizontal cross-draw rig worn at 11:00. In that location, the sheath is out of sight over the "event horizon", so I was trying to guide the blade by feel, and took a pretty good gouge out of my left index finger. It bled copiously, and for quite a while.
The EDC cimeter by David Mary also bit me.
A doc probably would have given a stitch or two. I made do with some Gorilla tape until I could find a stout Band-Aid.
I must cut myself on knives two or three times a year, but never bad enough to require the emergency room. So far.
 

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Knives! Like 'em! And ... most of the time ... knives like me! Have had three people decided they wanted to do some cutting on me with a knife ... one fellow used two. Happily none of them knew what they were doing ... at least they knew less than I did ... which gave me the necessary advantage to come out of the little affairs w/ no cuts.

Have had a knife of one sort or another since 1966. Cutting tent pegs, fire starter sticks, ropes, etc., there have been times when I got a little knick, etc. The first time I ever carefully whittled a nice fire-starter, I cut my knee (failed to consider what would be the outcome using my knee as a base for the cutting). Fortunately I was using a exceptionally sharp knife which I was controlling. As soon as it bit ... I stopped. Cut my BSA uniform pants a bit. Cut the skin of my knee but a bandaid took care of that. That is the first and in all honesty the only time I can think of when I've cut myself w/ a knife.

Now ... if anyone wishes to discuss the first time or last time they got stuck with a knife or stuck themselves with a knife ... I'll be glad to participate. Sincerely. bruce.
 
My wife and I came in from the lease with five deer to cut up and package so I was working in a hurry. I was using a handy little plastic knife sharpener with crossed carbide sticks to keep my butcher knife sharp. It had a plastic guard to keep your thumb off the blade.

My hands were slick with blood and my thumb slipped off the guard just as I started a stroke and I ran the tip of my thumb all the way down the 10" blade. I held it up to see the damage and, before the blood started, it looked like one of those old Buckhorn rifle sights.

The flesh healed, eventually, but I had a permanent split half-way down the nail that lasted 20 years.
 
Oh this was a classic stupid trick from just a few years ago. Had nothing to do with a knife.

I needed to put some model car paint on the front site of an old revolver. You know, those little glass bottles of "Testor" (sp?) brand.

Lid was stuck … maybe because I didnt clean the jar before I stuck it back on. So ….. out come the pliers to get extras good leverage. Who'd a thunk you could twist the neck off that glass jar so easily? When the glass gave way I drug the jagged edge down the outside of my index finger. Blood spewing …. Little pieces of glass everywhere …. Including the cut …. Paint slung all over the work bench and wall and my shirt and in the cut.

Tried to call the wife but she had no cell service where she was shopping with our daughter and grand daughter. Drove myself to the ER. Naturally, they needed to dig out the glass and clean out the paint before the stitches came … (ouch!!).

While getting stitches my cell is blowing up ….. wife has made it home …… nobody there but she claims it looked like a drive-by shooting happened in the workshop and basement sink. Obviously I was in trouble 1. For the cut and 2. For not calling her. LOL
 
My younger brother was chopping wood in the back yard, and I heard him
yell in pain. I ran out to where he was. He had chopped a finger off. Not
totally off, but it was hanging by a little bit of flesh and skin.
I bound it up as best I could to stop the bleeding and took him to the
hospital. The doctor put it back together and bound it up. I was surprised
when it turned out good as new.
 
In the past when I thought that I was 10 feet tall and bullet proof, I responded to a "Man With a Knife" call. I arrived and detected screaming and shouting inside the residence. Backup was several minutes away. I made the decision to go it alone. Entering the residence after anouning myself I was charged by an intoxicated man armed with a large butcher knife. During the ensuring fight I lost my grip on his knife hand and received a serious cut on the forehead. The backup officers dragged the suspect outside and handcuffed him. First aid was applied to my "War Wound" and several stiches were applied at the E.R. Later the scar was covered up by wrinkles and did not detract from my good looks.
 
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Me and my hunting buddy were loading 4-wheelers on the trailer to head to Georgia. He had some brand new ratchet straps in clamshell packaging. Using his razor sharp Benchmade AFCK, he started to try to free the straps from the vault-like package. Ended up running the tip nearly through his hand at the base of his left thumb, severing the tendons that allow you to pick up items.

Hunting trip went on hold for that weekend as he went to the ER. Ended up with several surgeries to get back most of the use of his thumb.

He learned a hard lesson that day...
 
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