I've had a few cuts stitched over the years but last year was a wound that sucked at the time but now looking back. I have pictures of it as it healed. Pretty amazing what the body can do. I can pm pictures as it healed for those interested but the initial cut is kind of rough for the open thread.

I have so many that I don't remember where all of them are. I have some on my melon. One on my left index finger from not knowing that someone sharpened the knife I had been asking to have sharpened for weeks. One across my wrist where some entitled XXXXX decided that I was in her way while I was opening a case of TP so she shoved her way through me and opened my wrist pretty good. She didn't care either. I should have opened her up. I have a triangle of scars on my right hip from the arthroscopic that did not good to delay my inevitable total hip replacement from a staff assault at work. I also have the huge scar from the replacement. I have a pretty good sized hole in my leg right now that I have no idea how I got. Pretty sure it is going to leave one heck of a scar when it heals. I took the end of my finger off when something fell down on the stuff I was cutting with a skil saw. No scar there. It all grew back somehow. Don't even remember which finger it was.

OH yeah. Forgot about the one from the woodchuck biting me.

I'm still waiting on a scar from a knife fight or gunshot wound. I did take some birdshot in my left ear but it didn't amount to much trauma. I have scars on my hips from bone marrow taps they took when I was a kid. They suspected I had leukemia. Didn't.

A few scars and a crooked nose from a bumper jack when I was a kid. Any man should have at least a few scars. Flipping a double bit axe and catching it was the stupidest one. Shouldn't have tried for 3 rotations. Lol

My brother has that honor. Picked up a couple 00 pellets when he moved into the line of fire. One through the right calf and the other in the outside of the left foot. Standing 125 yards away, the one through calf was stopped by the denim jean and rolled out his pants leg when he stood up.

A person without scars ain't lived much of a life.

Oh, a scar contest...

Thee very old dogs, a hound, a German shepherd, and a shar-pei, are sitting on the porch, reminescing about their youth.

The hound says: "I miss going hunting with my master. A big boar once almost gutted me." He rolls over and shows a messy scar on his belly.
The shepherd says: "Impressive! When I was a police dog, a criminal once stabbed me, but I still got him!". He shows a big pink gash on his shoulder.
The shar-pei stands up and says: "That's nothing. Here, look!". He reaches behind clumsily, grunts, grabs the flabby, wrinkly skin on his back and starts pulling. The two other dogs are watching inquisitively. Finally, the shar-pei gets the desired flap of skin and presents it to his friends. They are both impressed.
"Wow! Is it from your dogfighting days?" asks the hound.
"Looks like a gunshot wound! There must be a great story behind it!" - says the shepherd.

"No. It's my butthole!"

Nasty leg scar from recent surgery.

Got one I can't see from a L4-L5, L5-S1 right discectomy.

One with the best story is a tiny one on my right wrist. Ran a sick the diameter of a pencil 1/2 - 2/3 of the way through my right wrist. It started an infection almost immediately and got me 4 days in the hospital with IV vancomycin. THAT STUFF....................is NASTY !!!!! Wore out the vein with each bag. Had to find a new site for the IV needle each time. But, overall........looking back, I guess, preferable to losing my right arm.

I slipped on the ice while blowing snow and landed face down in the gutter. Blood started flowing fast and furious but I pulled my stocking hat and finished the job. I came inside and my wife saw me take off my cap - about an inch of skin was hanging over my left eye so off we went to the ER.

7 yrs old. Riding my bike in circles on the back concrete porch. Getting faster, lost control, slammed straight on into the brick of the house wall. Slide right off the banana seat and hit the post where the handle bars connect to the bike. Yep, right between the legs. 7 stitches. I’m the only son of my parents. Dad’s thinking “well that I ends the family tree “….my wife and I have 10 kids(5&5)…

I have numerous scars from mishaps and accidents but one stands out in my memory. 60 years ago I was skinning a muskrat and pulling on the head of the Pelt with an old doll hunting knife in hand. The pelt tore free and the knife jerked into my cheek under the right eye. It was a superficial but the scar is still there. I think that's how I got a lifelong case of muskrat fever.