After cursing for a while with every conceivable use of the F and C words, and then making up a few more curses of my own under my breath. and making him strip the epoxy off of my knife(a lengthy process involving paint thinner, utility blades and the painstaking removal of the Knife from the sheath) I actually had quite a laugh, once I calmed down. In the end, a knife can be replaced easier than a good friend, stupid as he may be. The knife faired out well but with cosmetic damage to the finish I, like you I am sure, hold my knives in the highest regard and consider the basic knife one of my greatest assets in ANY situation. I was not to upset over the scratches as there were plenty there to begin with. I take care of my knives, but I use them for what they are intended and often put them through much abuse in the process. I was more angry at the fact that he did not have his own knife, or better yet, had not used my knife to cut a branch to stir the dammed epoxy with.