Crap, after posting that I was hoping no one would notice that part. It's a dumb stupid thing, but took months to get my strength back in that leg and it was my good one I never blew out a knee!
Was fresh out of boot camp, back at home messing with my uncle, both of us drunk as crap. He showed me a new knife he bought, really cool. We started smacking each other around and having a little testosterone induced fight for fun nothing serious, he was still holding the knife when I came up and tapped him in the kidney with my knee, my favorite move, it scared him because he had the knife and he brought it down behind him and away from me, right where my leg ended up, sunk seven inches of cold steel into my leg.
Both of us were to drunk to drive to the ER so we called up a buddy who had to leave work to take me to the ER. We wrapped a towel tight like a tourniquet around my leg, blood from my butt down to my soaking my boots. ER guy asks what happened, I told him I fell on my hunting knife. They asked who put the tourniquet on you, I told them I did. They says I'm surprised you didn't sew it up yourself, (we actually thought about it but I figured they might do a better job) bunch of stiches in the meat and a bunch in the skin, then a cop showed up! They always get called in I was told for such stuff. He asked what happened, I told him I fell on my hunting knife, he laughed said what really happened, I told him I would rather tell my friends I got stabbed in a fight than tell them I was a idiot and fell on my own knife, he laughed again and said is that the story your sticking to, I said it isn't a story....and he left. I didn't want any drama, I was my fault. It took months before I could use my leg the same again.