As a teenager my brother and I were camping, my brother asked to borrow my knife. At the time it was a Western Bowie, that I kept razor sharp. He took the knife and walked off into the cane and after a few minutes I hear him screaming bloody murder a splash and he came crashing thru the bushes holding his hand streaming blood. After a trip to the doctor and 15 stitches I found out the he had been chopping a tree with my knife and hit the back of his fingers instead. Luckily it was after he had already cut a few limbs and it was kind of dull, and the splash I heard was my knife finding the middle of the river. If you think he was bad on my knife and that I was stupid for loaning it to him, you would die if I told you about loaning him my shotgun or the time I went hunting with him.