Adventures

On knife throwing.

Recently, I got back into knife throwing. It’s definitely not a hobby or sport you hear of often, so I apologize if that sentence came out of nowhere.

I got my first throwing knife set when I turned 15. They were pointed on both ends, so I didn’t have to worry too much about them spinning when I threw them, or counting spins to ensure that I hit my target. Looking back, I should have taken more time to research and learn about the art of throwing knives because when I threw one for the first time it bounced off a wood fence and whizzed right by my head.

Fast-forward to now, and I dug out another one of my throwing knife sets. This set is a more “professional” set. It’s not pointed on both sides, but is actually rounded on one side, meaning I have to learn to either count spins or how to throw without the knife spinning. I choose the latter.

After doing some research and watching some videos, I’m slowly learning how to throw them without spinning, which is quite the challenge! My arm is sore from throwing, and my wrist hurts, but I know I’ll get the hang of it eventually.

Now, I did have a minor incident while I was practicing that first day. Throwing knives are known to bounce if not thrown correctly, and, well, I didn’t throw one correctly. It bounced, and ricocheted back at me, stabbing me in the shin.

Before you get any images of a knife sticking out of my leg, let me tell you that it wasn’t as bad as you think. It hit my leg, then immediately hit the ground. Nowhere near hard enough for it to stick! Still, my little puncture hole quickly turned into a waterfall of blood. Now, I’m not one to panic in a situation where I get hurt, so I ambled over to the Jeep only to find that I don’t have any paper towels in there. Or napkins. Who doesn’t have napkins in their vehicle?

Fortunately, my mom had gotten home not too long ago, so I put pressure on the hole and waddled over to the door. “I had an incident,” I said, then, “Can you bring me some paper towels?” Once I cleaned everything up, I realized that the wound was nowhere near as bad as I thought it was going to be. It’s the smallest little cut, although definitely bruised from the force of the impact.

All this to say, I didn’t need to go to the hospital or get stitches, so my apologies if you thought that’s where this story was going. What I’m trying to say is, if you’re looking to get into knife throwing, be careful, watch your knives, and keep paper towels on hand.

Any wild adventures y’all’ve been on lately? Any new and crazy stories? I’d love to hear about them!

—Carissa