Huge splinter. Unbelievable.

[Drycreek3189]

I’ve had lots of splinters, but none like y’all have described. The thing that hurt the most was a pectoral fin from a little channel cat. My best friend, my young son and I were catfishing with rod and reel on Lake Palestine years ago. One of those little cats flopped while I was trying to get the hook out and of course my reaction was to squeeze him. That was the wrong move ! That spine on the end went about an inch deep in the palm of my left hand. I had to get my buddy to come and get the hook out of him and I finally had to cut my own hand with my knife to get that little barbed fin out. I let it bleed as much as possible then scraped some scum off the fish and smeared in it, as I had always heard that helped. After it stopped bleeding I took an alcohol pad that I used to clean my glasses and let it soak the wound. I almost don’t believe it myself but it never hurt anymore and healed up pretty quickly. The hurt was when it was in my palm and trying to get it out. Having to cut your own flesh is a *****, better have a sharp knife !

[okrattler]

I’ve had lots of splinters, but none like y’all have described. The thing that hurt the most was a pectoral fin from a little channel cat. My best friend, my young son and I were catfishing with rod and reel on Lake Palestine years ago. One of those little cats flopped while I was trying to get the hook out and of course my reaction was to squeeze him. That was the wrong move ! That spine on the end went about an inch deep in the palm of my left hand. I had to get my buddy to come and get the hook out of him and I finally had to cut my own hand with my knife to get that little barbed fin out. I let it bleed as much as possible then scraped some scum off the fish and smeared in it, as I had always heard that helped. After it stopped bleeding I took an alcohol pad that I used to clean my glasses and let it soak the wound. I almost don’t believe it myself but it never hurt anymore and healed up pretty quickly. The hurt was when it was in my palm and trying to get it out. Having to cut your own flesh is a *****, better have a sharp knife !

That doesn't sound fun. That would suck pretty bad actually.

I remember running around barefoot as a kid and my Grandma had rose bushes out front. I stepped in there to get a baseball and stepped on a rose thorn and it broke off into my foot. I don't know if it was the pain of that thorn being yanked out that makes that memory so vivid or the fact that it was the first time I ever dropped the F Bomb in front of my Grandma but both things are true. It did hurt and I said an F word big as Dallas.

Don't remember if she slapped my mouth or not. My foot was hurtin too bad to know it if she did. Probably didn't. If she did, didn't do much good. I was a slow learner. She had to bust my butt pretty frequently for various things. I earned every one of 'em I ever got.

Didn't learn to wear shoes either. Years later I stepped off the back porch and onto a rake laying teeth up. Yep, slow learner.

[Drycreek3189]

I was a slow learner too, went barefoot the first ten years of my life except in winter or when I went to school. Actually went to school barefoot sometimes, when they would let us.

We had an old black gentleman, and he was a gentleman, who worked for Dad on the dairy farm. He was also my babysitter when I was too young for school. Dad would tell me to just stay close to Walter, and I would play cowboys and Indians or whatever kids play. My brother and I had a half pit and half cur dog named Rex that hung out with us and was our protector. He loved us ! Momma had to take us into the house to beat our azzes if Rex was around. One day Walter is doing something out in the pasture, can’t remember what, and I played like I got shot and fell right in a prickly pear. Now, I don’t know what real cowboys do, but I dropped my pants and drawers and asked Walter to pull those spines out. Rex got between us when Walter started to do that and went to growling. That was the only time in my life that I hated that dog. I had to walk 200/300 yards to the house with my clothes at half mast and get Momma to pull those spines out. I imagine Walter got a chuckle out of that !

[okrattler]

I was a slow learner too, went barefoot the first ten years of my life except in winter or when I went to school. Actually went to school barefoot sometimes, when they would let us.

We had an old black gentleman, and he was a gentleman, who worked for Dad on the dairy farm. He was also my babysitter when I was too young for school. Dad would tell me to just stay close to Walter, and I would play cowboys and Indians or whatever kids play. My brother and I had a half pit and half cur dog named Rex that hung out with us and was our protector. He loved us ! Momma had to take us into the house to beat our azzes if Rex was around. One day Walter is doing something out in the pasture, can’t remember what, and I played like I got shot and fell right in a prickly pear. Now, I don’t know what real cowboys do, but I dropped my pants and drawers and asked Walter to pull those spines out. Rex got between us when Walter started to do that and went to growling. That was the only time in my life that I hated that dog. I had to walk 200/300 yards to the house with my clothes at half mast and get Momma to pull those spines out. I imagine Walter got a chuckle out of that !

I hate cactus spines. Our cactus up here ain't like y'all's down there. We have little bitty cactus here. Still plenty of stickers on 'em though. I got pushed in one when I was a kid. Landed on my butt in it. So I've been there. Hated it, not fun.

[91cavgt]

When I worked as a diesel mechanic, our shop had a huge POS Chevy van that was converted into a shop truck. There was a huge wooden door on the driver side that opened to expose the 200 psi air compressor. We had a 100’ air hose in that van that was 1” in diameter, and there was no shut off valve on the air. So, after you finished using it, when you disconnected the air hose, you better hold on to it right because it would kick back HARD! Well, my fingers clipped the wooden frame one day when I unplugged the air hose and it immediately felt like I broke my ring finger. When I looked at my finger, there was a black line going straight down the entire length of my fingernail.

After putting up the air hose and driving back to the shop, I looked at my finger a little closer and saw it was a splinter under my fingernail! I asked my boss if he could pull the splinter out for me because I didn’t have a pair of tiny needle nose pliers. Well, he didn’t either but a different mobile mechanic that was there did have some. I stuck my hand out and told him to dig it out and do whatever he needed to do to get it out. Luckily I’ve got a high pain tolerance. After he got it out, it was 1/8” wide and about 3/4” long. To this day, that fingernail has a little wavy line in it because of that splinter!

[txoutdoorsman24]

Yeah buddy, almost the exact same spot I got mine. Them boogers hurt.

Is yours still coming up or did you get it out in one pull? I couldn't leave it in there like you did. No sir.

Surprisingly I got it all out with one pull, at least I think that. I cut the extra off that was on the outside of my hand and pulled the piece back thru the palm. Been a couple weeks and the wound is closed and nothing else has come out.

It was only in there for about 2 minutes. Just long enough to peese me off about doing the floors on my own. happened before I even got started really.

[Goldeneagle]

Not a splinter, but a buddy of mine has about a half inch piece of a 3/16 drill bit in his forearm. The docs at the time told him it would be better to leave it as long as it didn't bother him. Said they would have to take a chunk out of his arm to get it out. You can see it just under the skin. It never got infected or anything, so it is still there. It happened in 1979.

[7sdad]

When we were kids my neighbor would run real fast with socks on and see how far he could slide down the hall. Got about a 4" splinter in his foot, that stopped all our fun.

[bugleboy]

My dad and I went to river grabbling one day, I was probably 30 at the time. I most always just went barefoot. Everything went just fine until we got ready to leave. The river bank was pretty steep where we were getting out, so I grabbed hold of a clump of tall grass as high as I could reach, then pushed off my right foot real hard to get out. I buried a stick/thorn/root of some kind into the pad of my big toe. Limped around on that foot for six months, and even went to Colorado elk hunting. About two weeks after getting back from that hunt, I could tell the side of my foot was starting to poke out like whatever was left in there was working its way out the side after going in through the bottom. Within a few days it started festering up. Popped it open and pulled out a 3/4” piece of whatever it was that broke off in there. That was a big relief!

[Big pig]

PSA: My wife just found a small set of tweezers that has a built in. Every guys truck on the forum needs these
especially you south Texas hunters for pear thorns!

[powderburner]

Sticking with splinters. LaGrange Texas. I was running around on a pier. Took a splinter in the bottom of my foot. My brother held me down while my pops took a knife and cut it out. I still have the scar.
Another time I was running across the neighbors yard and they had big palm trees. They had cut some down and I ran one of the spines into the front of my ankle. pops grabbed vise grips and pulled it out.

[E.TX.BOWHUNTER]

I had what I thought was a wart starting on my finger. I was fishing one day and rubbed it. There was something sharp just sticking out of it. I got a pair of tweezers and started pulling. When it was done coming out, I thought that catfish fin must have been in there a long time to work it’s way all the way through my finger. Glad it was not a wart. LOL.

[boomerball]

When I was teenager I had my skateboard hit me on the thumb right at the side/corner where nail goes under cutcle.. swelled up, bled some, etc. Several weeks later discovered that the remaining bump was a little piece of plywood that had been wedged in there when it worked its way out

[Tony Pic]

My Pop was pounding in a 40 penny nail with a lump hammer and missed. He hit his middle finger of his left hand and smashed the tip just about flat. The orthopedic Dr removed whatever bone chips they could but up until the day he died he was constantly get little bone chips out of a hole in the finger that never closed. The human body is amazing.