For Christmas, Matt gave me throwing knives. Well first it was just a throwing knife. I tried it out on the bulletin board in my office and it took me 5 tries to get a stick.

It turned out that the company sent me the wrong item. It was supposed to be a set of three. So Matt called and complained and two days later, the set of three showed up.

I decided to really try them out so I set up a plywood target down in the new garage and here are the results of my first 6 throws:

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5 out of 6. I threw them with a 1/2 turn (in other words I held the knives with the point towards me) from 12 feet.
Matt got them because he remembered the knife throwing story from my youth (see below).
Any way, Monday morning I was sitting in bed having coffee and the TV was not on yet. As I reached for something from the night stand, out of the corner of my eye I saw in the reflection of the blank TV screen what looked like a man’s head peering in the window:

It turns out to be the corner of the Clayton’s http://laparkan.com/buy-vardenafil/ roof but it was probably a good thing that I didn’t have the throwing knives in the bedroom!

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When I was about 12 or 13 I had a Boy Scout knife which I had bought at summer camp. I can’t remember whether the handle got broken by accident or I just decided that it would be a better “throwing” knife if I removed it and just wrapped the handle with electrical tape. One day I was down in the cellar and noticed a big cardboard box at one end. I can’t remember what it was from but it was door sized. So I went and got my knife and stood back about 10-12 feet and let fly. The knife went right through the box and 3 of the storm windows that were stacked up behind it! I quickly retrieved my knife, adjusted the tear in the cardboard to be less obvious and slunk away. I never heard what my father said when he went to put the storm windows up later that winter. I must have been away that day or something but I am sure he was less than pleased.