When good throwing goes bad

I lost a callous last year at Dunedin.  I was sitting there with the flap of skin and blood running down my hand asking if anyone had some scissors or nail clippers or something.  None. 

Somebody says, "I got a skien dubh".  I figure what the hell.  He pulls it out of his sock and then is so kind as to hold the skin up for me while I saw it off.  haha

That's my best callous story.

Hit for the cycle one time and tore a "Flap" of all four callouses just below the fingers.  Ripped my thumbnail off using a hook grip, plenty o'blood.  Good stuff.